Whatever happened after that was a great blur. When the guys found me they said I was knocked out.

When I recovered my consciousness I was already on my way back home on the train to Canterlot.

"Gosh, what time is it?" I mumbled. I remember it was dark and rested on a bunk bed on top of my good friend Twigster who was also half asleep.

"What is it dude?" he asked tapping on the wood.

"I don't know but I can't sleep," I answered with some difficulty.

"Well, you sure slept a lot!" he cried, "Wanna talk about it? I don't mind."

I rested my head and continued, "I don't feel good; my throat hurts a little."

"Sorry to hear about that, it's alright just don“t force it, after all you did drop some nasty vocals."

"Yeah, I hope it doesn't get worse," I said as I curled up.

"You just can't seem to catch a break, now can you? Um, do you miss HER?"

I froze, "It's like everything has become more difficult ever since she left me."

"Awww, don't feel so low, you can always start over, if you know what I'm saying."

"But I don't want anyone else, I need her! My whole world is falling apart!" I said while I coughed.

"Dude, we've known each other for how long? I've never seen you so obsessed over a girl before."

"It might sound a bit awkward but I need her to get better."

"Then why won't you write to her?"

"Because I...I probably should but I don't wanna look like I'm desperate."

"No, you're not desperate but you do sound terrible!"

"Do I?"

"Wait, let me see if I can bring you something."

He offered me a full glass of water and I sipped it slowly.

"Thank you. It still hurts but I think I'll be able to get some shuteye. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure!" he said.

"How do I know I'm not dreaming? Because it all feels lately like one big nightmare."

"Because I honestly think you're in love and you can't get over it; that's why you're so dramatic."

But it didn't get better at all. Although I never said a word about my casual encounter with Blak; nobody cared about it. Pete was my only confident.

So one early morning while I was in my office I took some courage and asked Rosie May to help me out with a letter.

"Don't think that I have no clue how to do this," I said , "but I need some kind of support."

"That's no problem at all, dear," she said smiling. "Here, I brought you a nice warm cup of chamomile."

"Thank you. It feels horrible, like knives running down my throat. Anyway, I, um, need to send this as soon as possible."

And so I began:

My darling Evie:

Not even a thousand songs or a thousand words could describe what I feel for you.

I admit that sometimes I have a chaotic nature that makes you want to runaway from me and hide like a child from a monster. I keep recalling that night when we made love you proved yourself to me and yet now I wonder why you stopped looking for me.

Since then my surroundings have felt like a nightmare, one that never ends, you're so damn hard to replace. I realize something went wrong but even so you know that I would never hurt you.

All I ever wished for is to protect you probably even from yourself. On the contrary and curiously I am the one who keeps abandoning himself more and more. The days seem longer and harder to get by.

I am not asking you to love me entirely but yes be near me because whenever I see you everything makes much sense again.

For better or worse you're still like a best friend to me,

Love,

Marelyn.

Rosie May finished penning the letter and made an interesting remark,

"Dear, this looks more like a farewell letter to your relationship and more like an invitation to remain as friends."

"Yeah, well, I'm taking your advice; I'm not begging her to love me back as you told me that this comes when I least expect it."

"Yes, indeed but aren't you going to fight for what to believe in?"

"I believe..." I said with a raspy voice and coughed, "We can still be together but in a different way. Make sure that Pete sends this out immediately; he already knows where to leave it. I need to rest."

"It's alright, go ahead. Call if you need anything."

"You've already done enough."

I jumped into bed feeling exhausted and not giving a damn. A while later Lilicat appeared and comforted me.

"Hey, girl, where have you been?"

She curled up around me and began to purr so gently that it made me drowsy.

I gazed at her and started a little conversation, "I'm gonna lose her for good.. but I just want her to be happy. Am I never going to learn to love anyone, is it true what they say?"

I sighed and sobbed feeling as if I had lost the fight. Meanwhile there was another internal battle I had to deal with otherwise I'd be useless for my band.

As the days went by my condition didn't improve. The specialist came to visit and he had sort of look. After I was examined he explained to me I needed some kind of operation and that's when I snapped.

"Will I able to sing again?" I asked.

"Actually, it's necessary for you to feel much better!" said the pony doctor. "You see the reason is that you've been having these fevers that seem to come and go, right?"

"Maybe."

"Don't worry, a simple tonsillectomy will do."

I was growing concerned, "Am I going to sound any different after this?"

"No, no, no, but I insist you have to do this immediately."