Surrounded by her family's apple trees, Apple Bloom listened to the highs and lows of Sweetie Belle's notes stringing together into a lovely melody. The young earth pony watched her with familiarity, a few candy wrappings at her hooves.

She could feel the wind pass them by as a thought popped up: "Why don't you sing more for a crowd?"

It wasn't like Sweetie have never sung for a crowd before, but Apple Bloom knows that she've never sung by herself for a crowd. She's more than good enough to do so.

Sweetie Belle stopped singing for a moment. A light blush decorated her white cheeks. "Oh, come on..."

"You're amazing!" Apple Bloom declared, pointing a hoof at her.

Her blush grew as she drew circles in the dirt. "I mean, you don't like this?"

"Huh?"

"You don't like this? That you're my audience?"

"Oh." It was Apple Bloom's turn to blush. "You don't mind having an audience of one?"

"Not at all. Just a show between us."

Apple Bloom simply smiled. A lull fell between them as Sweetie Belle went back to her singing. Just between her and her audience of one.