If a Pony Catch a Pony

There’s always been one major reason I prefer music to any kind of storytelling. The ending of a piece of music is almost always a matter of form over function; or at least if it isn’t it sounds like the composer is too clever for her own good. Too often, though, writers, feel like they have to wrap up a story so that you'll think nothing else of any real importance ever happens to any of the characters for the rest of their lives.

I don’t know what’s going to happen for the rest of my life, but I like to think that weekend in Manehatten isn't going to be the most interesting thing. I do know that after that day with Symphony, things did start to change a little bit. The next day I went home and had it out with my parents. Of course they gave me a guilt trip like Equestria has never seen before, but in the end they at least tried to be understanding. At least they didn't say they were disappointed in me. Give me justifiably angry any day.

Symphony kept on being great, as always, but she did wear me down telling me that I just had to go back to Canterlot and finish school. Sometimes, it felt like the only thing she wanted to talk about. But I did talk to the bureaucrats there, and they said I could come back, even if it was on the condition that I'd be out on my flank if I didn't show a pretty big improvement by half way through my third year. They even offered to move me to a completely different dorm with a new roommate and everything. I'm still not sure I could ever face Amethyst Star again--I definitely don't want to. I keep telling myself I have all the time in the world to decide whether I'll go back, but in the end I guess I already know what I'm going to do.

Maybe the best thing that happened on break, though, was that Vinyl Scratch sent me a letter. I’m not going to go into what it said, because right now I'm treating it like some kind of sacred treasure, and not even talking to anypony about it. Only Symphony knows I got it, and I won’t even tell her what it said, so you know I'm not telling anypony else. Maybe that’s immature as hell, I don’t know. But to be honest, I’d sleep with it like a kid with a plush toy if I wasn’t worried about it getting all torn up.

Of course that's not everything that happened, but you probably don't care about me getting really sick after I finally went home, and how I actually did end up talking to Star Gazer again, and other stuff like that. Or maybe I just don't want to talk about any of it anymore. To be honest, none of this is anything I was really crazy about reliving, but at the same time I felt like I had to force myself to go back through most of it if I ever wanted to make any sense of the whole stupid ordeal. That's not to say I have--not by a long shot. But at least it feels a little less painful and embarrassing and pointless now.

So no, none of that is an ending, but that’s the thing. If you ask me, endings are for music. Stories never end, never really.