Weren't There Five of Them?
Weren't There Five of Them?
It has been a few months since the Friendship Games. The bell had rang and the students at Crystal Prep were dismissed. Out the door, five students in particular came walking out, Sour Sweet, Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, Lemon Zest, and Indigo Zap.
The five were all walking home together. They were all watching an ad on Sour’s phone.
“Then enter the Canterlot Mall’s Chance to Prance Competition! All you need is a music video of your own original song and dance, then you could be prancing your way to first prize! Sign up now at the booth near the new kiosk.”
The competition prize was a whopping $60,000.
They were all taken aback by that number.
“$60,000?!” exclaimed Lemon Zest.
“We can have our Spring Dance on a yacht like we promised!” Sunny Flare added.
“That’s great and all, but we don’t have a concept yet,” Sugarcoat brought up. “And shouldn’t we get permission from Principal Cadance.”
“Don’t worry. We have until the end of the month to come up with an original song and dance,” Sour Sweet assured. “We’ll aso ask Principal Cadance if we can host our dance on the yacht tomorrow.”
While the four girls were talking about the competition, Indigo Zap was looking off to the side.
“Right Indigo Zap?”
Indigo’s train of thought was broken by Sour Sweet. “Huh?”
The four all turned their attention towards the blue-haired girl.
“Uh, the dance? On the yacht? Winning the competition? Getting Principal Cadance’s permission?”
“Oh, right.”
The four new things felt off about her but decided not to question it. Walking further down the sidewalk is where they go their separate ways. The five said their goodbyes and headed home.
***
The next day, the five girls headed straight to Cadance’s office.
“Can I help you girls?”
“Yes actually.” Sour Sweet went on to tell the principal about their plans about the Spring Dance.
“With that money, we could get the dance on a yacht.”
Principal Cadance looked down to the papers on her desk, thinking whether to allow or deny the decision.
“Well, if you can win the prize money, then sure. I don’t see why not.”
Excitement went rushing through the girls’ heads but they held it in.
“Thank you Principal Cadance.”
The girls exited the office.
“Aw yeah! We get to have our dance on a yacht!” Lemon Zest exclaimed as the five gave a group high-five.
“But again, we need a concept idea,” Sugarcoat reminded.
“Don’t worry about it. We still have plenty of time to come up with one,” Sour Sweet reassured. “Class is about to start. We’ll come up with an idea during lunch.”
The five girls were headed off to their next class. As they were walking, a buzzing noise could be heard.
“Oh! That’s my dad. I’ll be back.”
The rest of the girls continued walking as Indigo Zap pulled out her phone, checking the notification. It was a text message from her dad. It read:
“Remember, we’re moving on the 17th of May. Pack up your things when the time comes”
“Oh… right…” Indigo Zap typed up a reply.
“Alright. I have to head to class now. Love you”
“Love you too”
Indigo Zap turned off her phone and headed to class, a sad expression on her face.
***
The lunch bell had rang. Sitting at a nearby table were the five girls, thinking of a concept.
“Ugh! I’ve got nothing.” Sour Sweet said, banging the table with her right hand. “Sugarcoat?”
“Nope.”
“Sunny Flare?”
“No.”
“Lemon Zest?”
“Mm-mm.”
“Indigo?”
The girl just nodded her head ‘no’.
“Ugh. You know what? It’s fine. Let’s think about our choreography instead of the song.”
Throughout the rest of their lunchtime, they actually came up with somewhat of an idea. Sour Sweet made sure to write down whatever they had in a notebook.
The bell had rang. Just one more class to go. The girls headed to their final class.
“How am I supposed to break the news to my friends?” Indigo Zap thought.
***
The day had ended. The five girls walked home together as usual.
“We’re getting somewhere with our dance. That’s good. Though, we still don’t have a song.”
“Don’t worry about it Sour. We’re bound to come up with one,” Sunny Flare reassured.
Reaching the fork in the sidewalk, everyone went their separate ways home.
***
Indigo Zap had arrived home. She was greeted with her mom doing the dishes.
“Welcome back sweetie.”
“Hey Mom.”
Indigo Zap went upstairs to room. Before going into her room, she saw her dad coming out of the bathroom.
“Dad?”
“Yes honey?”
“Do we really have to move?”
“Of course Indy. You know my new job isn’t in this state.”
Indigo knew she couldn’t argue with that statement. She continued to walk into her room, finishing her homework. However, her own mind prevented her from making any progress.
What will happen when we move? What about the Spring Dance? When will I ever see my friends? All of these questions ran in her head.
It was getting late. Indigo Zap managed to finish her homework and headed for bed.
***
May 10, 2017, the five went straight back to work on their choreography the next day. When it came to getting ideas and working on the project, four of the five were actually contributing. Indigo just agreed to whatever ideas she thought sounded good and went back to thinking about her emigration.
“Hey guys. I gotta use the bathroom.”
Indigo Zap quickly headed to the girls bathroom. Entering, the blue-haired girl turned on the sink, splashing water onto her face.
“Come on Indy! Everything is going to be fine,” she told herself. But inside, she really wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
After her little… moment, she headed back to the cafeteria. Suddenly…
“She’s over there!” Sugarcoat announced.
Walking down, she saw her friends running up to her.
“Indy! Guess what! The choreography is almost finished!” Lemon Zest cheered excitedly.
“Wow. That’s great!”
“Once it’s complete, we just need a song and we’re in,” Sunny Flare stated.
“Cool…”
***
May 17, 2017. Indigo Zap was absent for some reason. The four girls still continued to finish their choreography.
***
The moving van had arrived at Indigo’s house. Her family brought out boxes of their belongings. While her mom, dad, and a few other men were loading the packages, Indigo just stood off to the side, her face showing sadness.
Suddenly, in the distance, she could see her friends running up to her.
“Indigo! Good news! We finished the choreography! We just need to-”
Sour Sweet was stopped in her tracks as she noticed the moving van beside Indigo Zap. The blue-haired girl knew that now was the time to tell her friends what she had been keeping in for so long.
“Yep… I’m moving.”
“WHAT!?!” they all exclaimed.
“But why?!” asked Sunny Flare.
“Because… my dad has a new job that is out of this state.”
“Why didn’t you tell us that?!” exclaimed Lemon Zest.
“Well, I just, you guys were having fun coming up with ideas for the dance. I didn’t want to ruin that.”
“Well, you should’ve warned us sooner,” Sugarcoat stated. “Then, we could’ve had a backup plan for when something like this happened.”
“Yeah,” Sour Sweet agreed. “Now that you’re moving, our dance formation won’t be as… smooth.”
“I’m sorry.” Tears started to form in Indigo’s eyes. “I really didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”
Lemon Zest was first to hug the blue-haired girl, then Sour Sweet, Sunny Flare, and Sugarcoat, tears forming in their eyes as well.
“Don’t be,” Sour Sweet assured.
After a few seconds, the five broke out of their hug.
“I guess this is good-bye then?” asked Indigo Zap.
“I guess so,” replied Sour Sweet.
The girls all exchanged their salutations. Indigo’s parents were in the car. Her dad started the car, signaling it was time to leave.
As she headed to the car, Sunny Flare quickly intervened.
“Don’t worry Indigo Zap. We’ll make sure we win the grand prize.”
The rest of the girls followed suit by nodding their heads.
“Thanks guys.”
Indigo Zap headed inside the car, she and the moving van driving off somewhere.
“Well now what do we do?” asked Sugarcoat. “Without Indigo, our dance formation won’t work.”
The girls all turned their attention towards Sour Sweet.
“Hmm.”
***
Rarity was at the Canterlot Mall, signing up for the Chance to Prance Competition. Behind her are four girls, Sour Sweet, Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, and Lemon Zest. Sour was the first to walk up to the purple-haired girl.
“Rarity! What a nice surprise… not.”
Author's Note
I know it seems ridiculous for the prize money to be 60K, but that's what Google said about how much it cost to afford a yacht.
