I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, I've got a very loose idea that I'll try to make work.

She slept in late the next morning, she didn't know how late but late enough for the castle to be breathing with activity when she made her way downstairs. Dozens of ponies, moving and building and planning and catering and designing, it reminded her somewhat of winter wrap-up, this would be the day her friends back home made their way there and she couldn't help but wonder if they would receive the same exceptional service. She made her way about the grounds searching for the princess and seeing if she would Cross among the chaos. Her later endeavor was a failure, but after about five minutes she located the princess standing calm among the rush issuing instructions to a group of carpenters.

"Good Morning, I'm ready to help with the preparations."

"Ah good morning to you, it'll be nice to have some extra hooves assisting. You can start by helping get the ponies in the ballroom organized and then I have some errands I need run all about the castle."

"Alright I'll get on it," she began to leave but turned around quickly "princess is Coat-of-Arms your only son?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"I'm just wondering if maybe he had a sister or a brother, I hadn't heard of."

"I don't have anything to say about that, I would prefer it if you just got to your work." She began to leave again but the princess spoke up "you haven't happened to meet a dark blue unicorn, who was probably writing while you were here have you?"

"I haven't met anyone who fits that description."

"Alright well if you do you should try to stay clear, he's very bad tempered and has been on edge recently."

"I'll watch out for him princess." That was the first time she had ever told Celestia a lie.

She carried out her tasks diligently and without enthusiasm, she was hoping this could be more of a vacation, but she had stuck was tedious busy work just as bad as what she had at home without any of the joys that were associated with it. She was on her way to supervise the seating plans and ensuring that it met the princess's requirements, it was when she was passing through a deserted hallway that she heard someone strumming a guitar and singing from one of the adjacent rooms. She didn't recognize the song and didn't know who would be playing guitar when there was so much work to do. When she looked in she saw a bad tempered apparently on edge blue unicorn sitting and playing a song that went something like this.

As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
He sounded so bitter like he was internalizing every word

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be

She remembered him saying he wasn't angry, it didn't sound like that.

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be

She walked in but stayed quiet, he didn't notice her standing there.

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be

"Are you okay?" he stopped playing

"S…Sorry I was just playing to try and clear my head I didn't mean to distract you."

"I thought you said you weren't angry."

"I'm not."

"It sure doesn't sound like it."

"I'm sorry it's just that," he paused for a considerable amount of time "It's pretty much been decided that I'm going to die without ever having lived because of who my father was and who my mother is. My brother, I love him everyone does, but even though he's practically a child I already going to have a great life, the kind of life I could have had if my mother hadn't been struck with a guilty conscience. I forgive her for leaving me I forgive her for pretending I didn't exist but I'll never forgive her for that day when I was twelve when she came up to our door and took me away from the father and from life because she thought I deserved better and thought I ought to be surrounded by the same loving family that encouraged her to kill me, Now my life is just fake and grossly sheltered. I mean Father O'Conner died about four years ago and I didn't hear about until months later so I couldn't attend the funeral, I was never even allowed to even visit his grave to say good bye and pay my respects because he was buried in his home town and he was my real family. My brothers getting married in a few days and until the other night I had never even really met a mare my own goddam age. When I write I put my thoughts on paper, but I want to be able to put life on paper and I don't have any life to put down." He realized how long he had been talking. "I'm sorry I haven't snapped liked that for a while."

"It's okay, I don't really understand what you feel but you have my sympathy." In a way she did understand, but all her years spent in solitude were self- imposed, she only regretted them after she had made friends

"I can play something happier if you'd like."

"That actually sounds nice." He struck a couple chords and began to sing something she knew.

I have climbed highest mountains

I have run through the fields

Only to be with you, only to be with you

I have run I have crawled I have scaled these city walls

Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for.

He was a little surprised when she joined in on the next verse but she sang well and it was nice actually playing with someone. The song ended and he asked.

"Shoot, didn't you have to be somewhere."

"It wasn't important, and it can wait either way." She made a request and they started singing.

There's Chapter 3, Working class hero by John Lennon, and the other song was by U2, I was listening to both when I was writing this and I figured they'd fit pretty well. I'll try to be a little more clever next time and maybe have an idea before I start writing.