Today is the big day, the ponyville talent show. The ponies all gather and prepare, eagerly awaiting this years entertainment. Everypony knows I entered, everypony expects a catastrophic mess , none of them expect what will happen instead. None of them suspect the truth.
Today is the day I show them who I truly am, the day they find out what lies behind the grinning fool mask they see every day.
Behind the clumsy foalish mail pony they all so live to pick on and joke about.
There are three other competitors before me, I'm quite keen to see what I have to go up against. First off the Cutie Mark Crusaders, wonder what they'll do this year, if I remember correctly last years act was rather good, even if not quite in the ways they had intended it to be.
It seems to be a magic show this time around, let's see how it goes.
OK......... That was interesting, thank goodness Cherilee took the saw away from Scootaloo on time, seeing Sweetie Belle literally sawn in half by Scoots would not have been a good result for this contest, especially considering none of the three fillies seemed to have any plans for how they were to put poor sweetie belle back together afterwards .
Nopony was harmed thankfully, much to the relief of the audience, so I guess it's time for the next competitor.
A young mare speedpaints a view of ponyville, sixty seconds to produce a piece that is clearly recognisable to time with music, she seems extremely skillful her every brushstroke matching the rhythm beautifully. Almost making the scene come to life and spring from the canvas I've never caught this young mares name but she is amazing.
She doesn't just paint she is dancing too, seeming more alive with every stroke of the brush, while her eyes light up in the joy of creating something new, the picture seems to leap off the canvas and practically come to life by the final sweep of the brush, The Audience react with cheers and applause, their hoofstomps so loud and enthusiastic the ground trembles beneath them.
That seemed to go down well.
By now I can really feel the pressure building up on me,
the competition so far has been very tough indeed with some real quality acts, I'm not so sure I can do this.
I try so hard to swallow the urge to simply throw in the towel and walk away, because really would anypony blame me?
No, Stop that, bad Ditzy. No chickening out, stop doubting yourself and do it for her.
Looking to my side there's my little muffin, waiting eagerly by the side of the stage, she really is counting on you . I'd never let her down like that, for her I'll do absolutely anything, for her I'll sing.
The curtain for the last act before me, well this is unexpected it's spike, juggling multicolored jugglers clubs. He's surprisingly good , guess it's from carrying all those heavy books for twilight .
He suddenly turns and starts juggling a bright orange ball with his tail while still keeping the clubs up in the air, then just when you think it can't get any more impressive he lets out a burst of dragon flame to ignite each club.
Then nonchalantly goes on juggling like it is the easiest thing in the world.
The crowd goes wild. it seems to take forever before the applause dies down. This is going to be a tough act to follow.
Finally my turn, somebody roughly pushes me up on stage.
I trip of course, everypony laughs.
This is so humiliating, my cheeks are burning with embarrassment, but dinky is watching,
with as much dignity as I can muster I get to my hooves, and step up to the microphone.
the final pony in the crowd stops sniggering over my less than graceful first moments on stage, I clear my throat softly and start to sing.
I sing of a scared and clumsy little pony alone in the world, picked on by her friends. Shunned by everypony.
I sing of my favourite toy, a bubble hoop, my voice suddenly becomes floaty and dreamy like the bubbles. The innocence of foalhood overtaking everything else.
Everypony watches gobsmacked as I continue to sing, the joy of the bubbles dancing in front of my eyes a respite from the pain I felt at that time. A sanctuary from torment.
Suddenly the song becomes turbulent , unsettled . I sing of a broken toy , a foals heartbreak, and the accident that left me looking this way, The scorn I was treated with afterwards, Ponies start to see the facade crack, my eyes and foalish grin cannot hide it all any longer, they need to know.
Their eyes fill with tears, and yet still I sing on.
The song gets darker , more chaotic as I sing of growing up alone, an outcast in a world of friends, hopeless almost drowning in the pain it feels, my voice starts to waver,
like a candle flame flickering and fading into almost nothing, then suddenly brighter at last there is hope, with the love of my life, with me for so short a time yet giving the greatest gift I could ever dream of .
The birth of my dear little one. Shining brighter than anypony ever thought I could. With her around my song grows strong again.
The pain still there but tempered by hope, I sing on for every tear that I couldn't shed. For every moment of happiness my little muffin brings me.
I look out to try to catch her eye, there she is smiling she knows this song, I wrote it just for her.
My little shining light, my everything from the very day she was born, she is still there smiling and waiting patiently as I finish my song.
Suddenly the bubble bursts, ponies see beyond my broken eyes and clumsiness, behind the mask.
They finally see the real me and it leaves them stunned, Finally they snap out of it and I hear a wave of applause, and I know they are cheering for me, not laughing at “derpy hooves” at long last they understand.
I reach out and hug my dear dinky, and we head for home, I don't need to know who won, I did what I needed to do.
When I was a filly, innocent, unafraid.
I played with a present, both my parents made.
The bubbles brought happiness, as I played along.
They helped me accept that my parents were gone.
So show me my kindred, and a welcoming hearth.
So light up a candle, to lighten the dark.
If I were just to vanish, would somepony mourn.
Is anyone happy , Derpyhooves was born.
The other foals mocked me, they were unaware.
The adults stood silent, they just didn't care.
None understood, such a delicate bond.
They mocked me, they hurt me, then left me in scorn.
So show me my kindred, and a welcoming hearth.
So light up a candle, to lighten the dark.
If I were just to vanish, would somepony mourn.
Is anyone happy , Derpyhooves was born.
My parents gift shattered, I could no longer hide.
They'd broken my happiness, demolished my pride.
Though I was a filly, not ten seasons old,
I had to find courage, to live on alone.
So show me my kindred, and a welcoming hearth.
So light up a candle, to lighten the dark.
If I were just to vanish, would somepony mourn.
Is anyone happy , Derpyhooves was born.
Other foals taunted me, then one day I fell.
It shattered my body, and courage as well,
Yet downwards they drove me, despite my being unwell.
As I struggled, to live through. My personal hell
So show me my kindred, and a welcoming hearth.
So light up a candle, to lighten the dark.
If I were just to vanish, would somepony mourn.
Is anyone happy , Derpyhooves was born.
You may not remember, may not even care.
or try not to notice , that I'm even there.
My appearance, offends you, but I must be strong.
No matter what happens, I will carry on.
So show me my kindred, and a welcoming hearth.
So light up a candle, to lighten the dark.
If I were just to vanish, would somepony mourn.
Is anyone happy , Derpyhooves was born.
Around me, the shadows, and I'm all alone.
A stranger, an outcast, in the place I call home.
No warm crackling fire, no kin of my own.
None will notice the filly is gone.
So show me my kindred, and a welcoming hearth.
So light up a candle, to lighten the dark.
If Iwere just to vanish, would somepony mourn.
Is anyone happy , Derpyhooves was born.
So lonesome, I grew up, and tried to find work.
Nopony would hire, the one they named derp.
Just look at you, screwup, can't even see straight.
My eyes may be skewed, theirs are blinded by hate.
So show me my kindred, and a welcoming hearth.
So light up a candle, to lighten the dark.
If I were just to vanish, would somepony mourn.
Is anyone happy , Derpyhooves was born.
Then one day , I met him, my only true love.
For all that he was, I thank Faust up above.
Then just as suddenly, he was taken away.
But my darling , he left me, a gift on that day.
So show me my kindred, and a welcoming hearth.
So light up a candle, to lighten the dark.
If I were just to vanish, would somepony mourn.
Is anyone happy , Derpyhooves was born.
That is my story, till my dear one was born.
She lightens my day, like celestias dawn.
My little one, my muffin,for her I'll stay strong.
She grants me the courage, to just carry on.
Now I have a family, a fire in my hearth.
Her smile is the candle, that lightens the dark.
Whenever she needs me, I'll always remain.
I thank faust, for my little one, every single day.
Author's Note
Sorry if this is abysmal, it is the first fanfic I've ever written, I just wanted to show a little depth in ditsys character. I hope I did ok.
