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Trapped and confined in this "time machine", I was transported back to three years ago, during which I saw this pink mare with a silky purple curly mane and sparkling gold regalia from the Zephyr Heights royal family. We first met on an ordinary street just like thousands of others in this celestial metropolis, and back then she was just hosting informal street performances and singing for her fellow citizens there. I was genuinely amazed, knowing that both of us are musicians, but also intimidated to tell her about this. The sun began to set, and so I approached her and had a chat with her.

"Wow, that was spectacular! I was just standing there watching you sing and I had goosebumps all over my hooves. You're so talented." Beginning with a sincere compliment, I was stuck thinking about how to paraphrase my main question.

"Oh, thank you so much! I really appreciated that. I was so glad that everypony liked it despite being a casual one, unlike my previous big shows on stage." Pipp replied with glee.

"Um, I actually have a question. I don't know if it's okay to say this, but since I'm a musician as well, do you mind... if we become friends?" I asked, hesitating.

"Oh, of course! I'd love to be friends with anypony, especially musicians like you. I know you've got a truly dedicated passion for music just like I do." Pipp answered without a second thought.

"Really? Thanks! Actually, I don't know how to word this, but I've always wanted to be a musician who can shine on a glamorous stage like many others. I wish I could be like you, serenading audiences with unreal musical talents and enjoying every moment of glitz and glamor, but I've never got a chance to experience this despite honing my musical crafts for a decade... Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love music and connecting with ponies around us, especially learning new instruments and songs, but I feel like my effort throughout the years hasn't been leading me to some sort of goal or destination. I didn't know what to do, my imaginary world was all hazy and I couldn't find a way out and truly be myself. I've always been stuck in this loop of envy and anxiety, feeling jealous about how other ponies are achieving goals and making their marks. I feel like one of those who's never been gifted the chance to go big and make my talent recognized. I feel like nopony really cared about us small musicians since we're nowhere near being significant in this fierce music scene. I feel like the lack of recognition often kills my motivation to create music and share it with the world. I feel... useless..."

"Awww... I don't want to see you giving up on this journey of making music. I know you have the talent and potential to make it onto the big stage alluring you for a long time. Don't underestimate how talented you are. Sometimes success starts with something small." Immediately after her comfort, she went to her pile of musical gear and grabbed what seemed to be a pink ukulele with a cute heart embossed. "I don't want to see anypony upset because they're forced to sacrifice one of the best gifts in the world - music. All I'm doing is to help spread the positive words of music and having fun, and nothing more. Your soul and passion are what really matter, and the glitter is just the cherry on top. As minuscule as they can be, they're still gifted the unique trait to shine bright under the spotlight, glittering loudly and proudly. And my dear friend, you're just like one of the millions of glitters, radiating the world with your musical passion. So enjoy this little gift, have fun, and soon enough your glittery talent will be noticed. I believe in you!" Hopeful and encouraging, she handed me her pink ukulele and gently placed it on my hooves. I was bewildered, overflowing with happiness as I run my hoof over the strings and wooden body. I've always wished to play the ukulele but never got the chance to commit to such a pastime, and seeing how Pipp humbly bestowed me her ukulele enabled me to see the invaluable merit of this little instrument. We're more than just friends...

I trotted to the grassy hill beside the sky garden, reached into my bag, and retrieved the pink ukulele. Running my hoof over the delicate fluorocarbon strings, I began to play softly, one note at a time. With each note, memories of the past flooded my mind like a scrapbook of my childhood. Music has been the unmovable foundation of our friendship and love for music, and now, three years later, we found ourselves to be in the same ballroom, conveying the power of friendship through music. As the ethereal magic of the ukulele filled the air, another batch of poetic stanzas began to form in my mind:

Searching for you in the silver lining
Every starry night, strumming and singing
Thinking about you, lingering in our reveries
Alone on the hills, spiraling in our memories

Singing on the street, capturing my first gaze
Enchanted by your voice, your silky violet mane
Gifted me the pink uke, consoling me to play
To recapture the past, but the days have faded away

As I continued strumming this adorable ukulele gift, filling the realm of tranquility with mellow plucks in the air, I felt a cluster of happy memories washed over me, cleansing the negative concerns and loneliness tangled in my soul for a long time. Eventually, I unconsciously set down the ukulele on the grass, drifting off to sleep with nostalgia still ringing in my ears...

Description
Trapped and confined in this "time machine", I was transported back to three years ago, during which I saw this pink mare with a silky purple curly mane and sparkling gold regalia from the Zephyr Heights royal family. We first met on an ordinary street just like thousands of others in this celestial metropolis, and back then she was just hosting informal street performances and singing for her fellow citizens there. I was genuinely amazed, knowing that both of us are musicians, but also intimidated to tell her about this. The sun began to set, and so I approached her and had a chat with her.

"Wow, that was spectacular! I was just standing there watching you sing and I had goosebumps all over my hooves. You're so talented." Beginning with a sincere compliment, I was stuck thinking about how to paraphrase my main question.

"Oh, thank you so much! I really appreciated that. I was so glad that everypony liked it despite being a casual one, unlike my previous big shows on stage." Pipp replied with glee.

"Um, I actually have a question. I don't know if it's okay to say this, but since I'm a musician as well, do you mind... if we become friends?" I asked, hesitating.

"Oh, of course! I'd love to be friends with anypony, especially musicians like you. I know you've got a truly dedicated passion for music just like I do." Pipp answered without a second thought.

"Really? Thanks! Actually, I don't know how to word this, but I've always wanted to be a musician who can shine on a glamorous stage like many others. I wish I could be like you, serenading audiences with unreal musical talents and enjoying every moment of glitz and glamor, but I've never got a chance to experience this despite honing my musical crafts for a decade... Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love music and connecting with ponies around us, especially learning new instruments and songs, but I feel like my effort throughout the years hasn't been leading me to some sort of goal or destination. I didn't know what to do, my imaginary world was all hazy and I couldn't find a way out and truly be myself. I've always been stuck in this loop of envy and anxiety, feeling jealous about how other ponies are achieving goals and making their marks. I feel like one of those who's never been gifted the chance to go big and make my talent recognized. I feel like nopony really cared about us small musicians since we're nowhere near being significant in this fierce music scene. I feel like the lack of recognition often kills my motivation to create music and share it with the world. I feel... useless..."

"Awww... I don't want to see you giving up on this journey of making music. I know you have the talent and potential to make it onto the big stage alluring you for a long time. Don't underestimate how talented you are. Sometimes success starts with something small." Immediately after her comfort, she went to her pile of musical gear and grabbed what seemed to be a pink ukulele with a cute heart embossed. "I don't want to see anypony upset because they're forced to sacrifice one of the best gifts in the world - music. All I'm doing is to help spread the positive words of music and having fun, and nothing more. Your soul and passion are what really matter, and the glitter is just the cherry on top. As minuscule as they can be, they're still gifted the unique trait to shine bright under the spotlight, glittering loudly and proudly. And my dear friend, you're just like one of the millions of glitters, radiating the world with your musical passion. So enjoy this little gift, have fun, and soon enough your glittery talent will be noticed. I believe in you!" Hopeful and encouraging, she handed me her pink ukulele and gently placed it on my hooves. I was bewildered, overflowing with happiness as I run my hoof over the strings and wooden body. I've always wished to play the ukulele but never got the chance to commit to such a pastime, and seeing how Pipp humbly bestowed me her ukulele enabled me to see the invaluable merit of this little instrument. We're more than just friends...

I trotted to the grassy hill beside the sky garden, reached into my bag, and retrieved the pink ukulele. Running my hoof over the delicate fluorocarbon strings, I began to play softly, one note at a time. With each note, memories of the past flooded my mind like a scrapbook of my childhood. Music has been the unmovable foundation of our friendship and love for music, and now, three years later, we found ourselves to be in the same ballroom, conveying the power of friendship through music. As the ethereal magic of the ukulele filled the air, another batch of poetic stanzas began to form in my mind:

Searching for you in the silver lining
Every starry night, strumming and singing
Thinking about you, lingering in our reveries
Alone on the hills, spiraling in our memories

Singing on the street, capturing my first gaze
Enchanted by your voice, your silky violet mane
Gifted me the pink uke, consoling me to play
To recapture the past, but the days have faded away

As I continued strumming this adorable ukulele gift, filling the realm of tranquility with mellow plucks in the air, I felt a cluster of happy memories washed over me, cleansing the negative concerns and loneliness tangled in my soul for a long time. Eventually, I unconsciously set down the ukulele on the grass, drifting off to sleep with nostalgia still ringing in my ears...