Recently, Fluttershy enjoyed singing for her friends, she didn't care what type of song it was, she would just sing with her heart.

Sunset: Fluttershy, you should sing more often, your voice is beautiful.

Fluttershy: Thanks.

Twilight: I've never heard you sing a solo like that.

Pinkie: Can you sing for us, now?

Fluttershy: I dunno, I'm not so-

Pinkie: Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeee?????

Fluttershy: Um, okay.

Fluttershy began to sing.

https://youtu.be/N7lk4uZ1MQQ

Do you think the coast is clear?

No one to see, no one to hear

Me sing out my song?

I think we're all alone

I don't need my name in lights

That's not where I set my sights

No, oh-oh, no, not me

I don't need a stage to sing

I like the quiet, I like the calm

To turn it up, to sing along

I'm not just shy

Look close, and you will see

There's so much more to me

I'm just fine rehearsing on my own

My hairbrush is my microphone

Look out now, I'm in the zone

Yeah! Can you feel it?

I like the quiet, I like the calm

To turn it up, to sing along

I'm not just shy

Look close, and you will see

There's so much more to me

I speak soft out in a crowd

I whisper, "am I being too loud?"

But when I close that door

The crowd, it just wants more and more and mooooore

I like the quiet, I like the calm (oh-whoa-whoa)

To turn it up, to sing along

I'm not just shy

Look close, and you will see

There's so much more to me

I like my friends, I like my pets (oh-whoa-whoa)

I like to rock, do pirouettes (oh-whoa)

I'm more than shy

I'm more than you can see

There's so much more to me

Rainbow: *sigh* I could listen to that voice all day long. You are really something.

Pinkie: Yeah! There really is so much more to you than just being shy!

Fluttershy: There really is. I'm more than just shy, you just have to look closer.

Rainbow: Will do, Flutters. Will, do.

Twilight: Maybe, if you take it little by little, you'll enjoy singing in front of a crowd. You have a gift, Fluttershy. Don't hide it.

Applejack: Who knows? Maybe you'll become popular!

Fluttershy: P-Popular?

Popular, that's one thing Fluttershy didn't want to be, it's too much pressure for her. What these girls didn't know was that the worst was yet to come.

While Fluttershy was asleep that night, something threatening happened. A bluish, blackish, sparkling mist appeared outside her window. It squeezed through it and zoomed into Fluttershy. She glowed blue.