Applejack smiled and nodded at every question. She didn't understand a word of what these fancy ponies were saying and didn't speak up, afraid of saying something wrong or her accent being too funny. She just smiled and stood there, being dragged around like a pretty doll, being told where to stand, what to eat, what music to play.

At the end of the day, Applejack returned to her room. She smiled at her aunt and uncle, who seemed so proud and then closed the door, being alone on her dark and empty room. She had everything she could ask for, a giant bed, all the dresses she could want but there was nopony to share them with. She walked to the mirror and couldn't recognize the filly who looked back.

“Oh Manehattan, what've you done to me? I barely recognize that filly who looks back. Friends and family used to be my first priority but now I can barely remember Ponyville and all alone I am...and all alone I am.”

During the song, Applejack took all her jewels and makeup, put her mane back to how she liked it and crawled to her bed, hugging the photo of Granny Smith and Big Mac, crying herself to sleep.