The crowd roared, legs thrown haphazardly into the air, manes swishing from left to right and back as they danced to the music. All lights were focused on the stage, where a lone unicorn stood, her four hooves planted firmly on the polished marble of the Royal Canterlot Ballroom, her eyes shut with focus as she belted out her lyrics in a voice both smooth and onerous. Where once a year high-class unicorns milled about as invitees to the Grand Galloping Gala, fans of all three pony races and all social statuses now raved under the heavy curtain of Sweetie Belle's music.
Some complained that the new singer was given special treatment because her sister had an in with the princesses. Others argued that it was Sweetie's talent and her talent alone that caused her to rise from relative obscurity to fame so quickly. The truth was probably somewhere in between the two extremes. Regardless, the young unicorn was Canterlot's newest sensation, and if the sheer amount of