Author's Notes:

This was apparently written on October 12th of 2012. Also, thanks to one of FimFic's laws about song lyrics, I had to cut out a couple snippets. I couldn't just remove the lyrics, cause a few lines wouldn't have made sense. I'm not sure if this still works or not, so I'll let you be the judge.

The streets of Canterlot bustled with activity. Ponies going about their business, running their businesses, and minding their own business. Though, that wouldn't last long, as the pony of pop herself, Sapphire Shores soon hit the street. Ponies all around gazed in amazement at her latest apparel. A sea of whispers took over the streets, marveling at the famous pony.

“Mmmhmmm, this dress is S-S-SENSATIONAL!” She loudly announced. “My my, that Hoity Toity knows how to hit them out of the park.”

She didn't even try to be subtle about it. She loved the attention, absorbing it like a sponge. It's what helped feed her stride, stepping a bit higher than usual as a show of power. Though, not high enough. One second she was looking at the many ponies looking at her. The next, she saw sidewalk.

The ponies all around gasped in shock, some rushing over to check on the pop diva.

“Miss Shores, are you alright?”
“Oh my, I think she's hurt!”
“Somepony call an ambulance!”

“I'm-I'm fine everypony.” She said, sitting up. However, there was something stuck between her rear hooves.

A brown stallion was laying on the ground. A bag next to him. Sapphire admired his mane styling. He was on the higher end of some corporate ladder, she was sure. The suit and tie gave that away. He soon opened his eyes. They were blue. Sapphire was taken aback, they were such a beautiful blue color, possibly more radiant than the gems on her dress.

“Oh, my. I beg your pardon, miss-”

“Shores. Sapphire Shores. And what is your name, honey?”

The tired looking eyes of the stallion seemed to brighten up. To the ponies who knew him, that was very rare.

“The name's Filthy Rich, but please just call me Mister Rich.”

Sapphire rolled the name in her head. It was familiar.

“I own the largest store chain in Equestria, Rich's Barnyard Bargains.”

Sapphire frowned slightly. Nope. Must have been another Rich she knew. Then again, there were a lot of rich ponies in Canterlot.

“From that exotic dress, I'd imagine you're quite the popular pony yourself. Missus Shores, was it?”

“No no, darling. Miss Shores.” Her eyes glistened. She'd never felt so obliged to promote her being single so quickly. Especially to some random stallion who had tripped her.

“Well, it was a pleasure Miss Shores.” The stallion stood, but soon began looking around on the ground once more.

By this point, the crowd of ponies had, mostly, dispersed. Only a few stragglers remained, intent on drooling over the pop star. She, however, couldn't stop looking at the stallion. He wasn't the best build pony she had ever seen, but something about him caught her fancy. His stern, but thoughtful tone of voice? Maybe his suit, simple for a pony of his status.

“Tell me, Mister Rich, what was it you dropped?”

He looked back to Sapphire Shores, surprised she was still there, though also happy she was.

He cleared his throat. “My watch, I was checking the time when another pony passing by knocked it out of my hooves. You'd think it would be easy to spot, but by now I'm sure some pony has trampled it to tiny pieces.”

He sounded hurt by that notion. “Surely he could just buy another, couldn't he?”

“What's so special about it, I'd imagine the owner of the largest store chain could just buy another, right?”

He nodded, but still looked hurt. “Yes, I could. That is, this watch was special. It was a gift from my...” He paused a moment. Sapphire looked on with curiosity, waiting for him to continue. “... my late wife.” He finished, shakily.

A small knot formed in the bottom of her gut. She had never dealt with such an issue before. Then again, she had never found a pony worth marrying.

“I'm so sorry, Mister Rich. Let me help you then.”

Filthy looked to her surprised. “No no, it's alright Miss Shores. You don't need to.”

“Let it be an apology for bumping into you.”

Since the passing of his wife, Filthy Rich actually cracked a smile.

“Wasn't I the one who tripped you?”

“Precisely, which is why you'll be buying me dinner tonight.”

“I'm what?”

Before she'd allow him to question any further, she began to search the ground. Which was made nearly impossible by the amount of traffic on the street. She frowned. The expression on Filthy's face showed he felt the same way.

“It's going to be impossible to find it with all this foot traffic, I'm afraid.” Filthy said doubtful. “I might as well just give up. It could have fallen into a sewer at this point.”

Sapphire Shores looked to the saddened stallion. His eyes had returned to their droopy expression. She hated the idea of this kind stallion to leave without his precious watch. Unless...

“Mister Rich, I have an idea. Just you wait here a minute.”

Filthy looked to the pop diva. “What are you going to do?”

“What I do best, honey. When I give the signal, you'll have plenty of room to look.”

Again, Filthy looked skeptical, but obliged and waited as the mare marched out of view.

After several minutes, he began to think she had doped him and left. But she did say he owed her dinner... why would she say that, just to leave like this? Suddenly, ponies began to all run in one direction, where Sapphire had taken off to.

“What did she do?” He questioned.

The answer soon came to him.

“OHH, BABY. HERE I AM. SIGNED. SEALED. DELIVERED, I'M YOURS. MMMMM.”

Her voice was booming. She must have appropriated a megaphone from a local store, and was now singing.

And wow was she hittin' it off! Somepony must of brought her a soap box, or something to stand on, because now she towered over the crowd. Her lungs filling the city square with booming music. Filthy Rich was so absorbed in her vocal talent, that he almost forgot to search for his watch. This must have been the signal.

He quickly scurried the now barren street. Soon, he found it. Within inches of a sewer drain. A couple minor scratches, but still operational! He held it up with a hoof, so Sapphire could see it. She cast him a wink, and kept on singing.

Her voice was amazing. It nearly knocked the wind out of him. He had thought her name had sounded familiar, and now his thoughts were correct. The soul of music. The diva of pop. Sapphire Shores.

Several minutes went by. Sapphire had finished her song, and was fighting her way through the crowd of ponies she had created. Finally, after giving a few autographs and hoof prints, she returned to the spot where Filthy was standing in awe.

“Well, I see it worked.” She said, tapping the golden pocket watch now in his pocket.

“Yes it did, Miss Shores.”

“Please, Mister Rich, you can call me Sapphire.”

Rich's heart began to flutter. He was about to say something he only allowed two ponies to ever say to him, one of which had been his mother.

“Sapphire, you can all me Filthy.”

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“Ha ha ha, oh what a story Filthy.” Sapphire Shores chuckled as the two walked down the street lighted sidewalk.

“Oh yes, that was one I got from my father before his passing. He was quite the humerus pony, I must say.”

“Well Filthy, thank you so much for the dinner. It was M-M-MAGNIFIIIICENT, YEAH!”

Now it was Rich's turn to laugh. “Must you do that every time?”

“I'm sorry, but I can't help myself. I speak from my soul, sugar.”

“I've noticed.”

The rest of the walk, the two remained silent. At times, it seemed they didn't even know where they were going, but spending time with each other was all they cared about. Soon, however, they found their way to the Canterlot Tower where Filthy was staying for the week.

“So, is this it?” Filthy asked.

Sapphire looked to him, then up to the tower, piercing the sky with its height.

“I think I could go longer. What about you, honey?”

Filthy Rich opened the door, allowing Sapphire to enter first.

Once into his room, he immediately trotted his way to the kitchen.

“What would you like to drink, Sapphire? I have almost every kind of drink you can think of.”

“Mmmm, I'd love a Applejack Brandy. Do you have any?”

He chuckled. “Do I? I live in the town it's made in. Sweet Apple Acres. Nice family who lives there. It's named after the couple's foal.”

“Really? Odd thing to do.”

“If you knew those ponies like I do, it wouldn't be.”

Filthy poured both of them a glass of Brandy, and careful carried them on a small tray to the couch which Sapphire Shores had seated herself. She was in the middle of looking at a stack of VHS tapes, intrigued.

“Heh, yea. Those were some of my wife's favorite movies.”

“Tell me, Filthy,” She added a playful tone to his name, “What was her favorite?”

Rich set down the tray, allowing Sapphire to take her glass between her hooves. She downed the glass in one gulp.

“Wow, she can handle her drinks” He thought, nuzzling the pile of tapes until he found the right one.

“Mmm, Lion King, yes I remember that one well.”

“Oh, you've seen it then.” Filthy said with some sadness. He hoped to watch it.

“Seen it, honey, I co-stared in it!”

Rich nearly choked on his brandy. “Y-you what?”

“I played the voice of Nala.”

Now he was really surprised. And, more so, the feeling in his gut finally resided. The entire time, her voice was so familiar to him, but he couldn't place why. Now it all made sense. He and his wife had watched it at least once a month together.

“So, lets watch it then!” Sapphire clopped her hooves together with cheer.

“Well, I'd imagine you're sick of it by now.” Rich said. He didn't want her to feel obliged to watch it with him.

“Are you loco in the coco? I L-L-LOOOOVE that movie!”

“Again with the soul thing.” He thought. Though, if what she said was true, then she really did love the movie.

With a nod, he took the tape and put it into the VCR. While the previews played, he got them each another glass of brandy, but Sapphire told him to bring the whole glass with him on his way back.

“She must be able to really hold her alcohol.”

Soon, the two were sitting on the couch together, watching the movie's start. As it progressed, slowly the two pony’s drew closer and closer together. Filthy couldn't deny he still longed for his wife, but it had been so long since he had been with another pony, that maybe this one time, it would be good for him.

Eventually, it got to that one part. The part which he and the missus would always ignore the movie and pay closer attention to one another. However, this time she wasn't there. A bad feeling formed in his gut, and he was almost tempted to stop the tape and ask Sapphire to leave, but his mind froze from the song.

“Can you feel, the love tonight.”

It wasn't the singing from the television. Well, yes it was slightly, but more so, it was Sapphire Shores herself singing. Her voice, instead of it's usual high pitch and noisy attitude, held a soothing, heart felt sadness in it. Like she felt his pain, and understood him. More so, wanted to comfort him than hurt him.

It was his turn to sing. Watching the movie at least a hundred times, the song was stuck in his head. Or, more personally, in his heart.

Soon, Sapphire was leaning close to Filthy. Both their muzzles met, and he fell onto his back on the couch, her on top of him.

The movie continued without them.

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“Aaaand that's the story of how you were conceived. Nighty-night Diamond.”

With a quick kiss to the head, Mister Rich switched off the bedroom light and closed the door.

Diamond Tiara lay in bed with a light shiver. It was the middle of summer.