(Story Extract)
 
A spotlight appeared, Vera stepping out onto the stage to a chorus of cheers and applauds. She grinned as the pianist started up again, this time playing a much slower tune. Vera began to sing, her voice resonating through the round house. Night Strike leaned forward, resting her head on her hooves as she watched Vera sing. I poked her side, chuckling. Come on, Night Strike. If I didnt know any better Id say you had a crush on her. I whispered. Night Strike blushed, sticking out her tongue before going back to watching Vera. I leaned back in my chair, Aerith drinking some of her own soda.
 
Upon finishing her number, Vera was once again met with applause. She waited for it to die down before speaking up, Thank you very much, it really is a pleasure being able to perform for all of you tonight. Before the rest of the show, though, Id like to take this moment to thank the Vanhoover Five for braving those Hellhound-infested mines to retrieve the parts for our fine towns engines. With their help, we can rest assured well be sleeping warm in the coming nights. Another round of applause broke out, a light blush crossing my face. Well, she sure knows how to talk somepony up. And an extra special thanks to Night Strike and Static Charge, who like many of us are still trying to get back to their homes up in the north. We know you and your family will meet again, some sunny day. She grinned, the music starting up again.
 
A thud could be heard to my left, and I glanced over to see Night Strike sprawled out on the floor, a giddy expression on her face as she fainted. I sighed and shook my head, grinning a little. Never change, Strikey.