A Singing Star (8 page)

D:
When I’m singing, it’s just me out there on stage, in front of thousands of cheering ponies. To give them what they want and what they expect, I have to be the best. I dig deep, right down to my horseshoes, and summon up all my courage and confidence. Tunis, I’ll let you in on a little secret . . .

TI:
It’s Tulip, Tulip Inkhoof, and that’d be great.

D:
As a foal I wasn’t the best singer in Savannah, and along the way I’ve faced plenty of rejection. I remember wanting to sing so badly that my mare took me to the Winter Fair to try out for the Chevalia Choir. I hadn’t prepared and I was awful. Everyone laughed at me.

TI:
How terrible!

D:
I never forgot that day, and ever since then I’ve always rehearsed and prepared. Even when I’m the star attraction at a big concert, I still feel just one gallop away from that little foal who messed up her first audition. That’s where confidence comes in. It gets me over that jump – no matter how high it is.

TI:
That’s very inspiring. Can you tell our readers what happened to your singing voice before the concert tonight? Chevalia was rife with rumours that you’d lost your voice. There was even talk of dark magic afoot.

D:
That sneaky pony Divine convinced me she’d used a potion to take my voice – and I fell for it. But it was my confidence that I lost! I got caught up in my own fame and thought that it was just my voice that made me who I am. Now I know that’s not true.

TI:
Well, your voice is wonderful. We hear that the infamous pirate Captain Rascal thinks so too. Is he the fearless thief that the ponarazzi report him to be?