It was a Friday! Hermetism and Twinkleshine went to visit the school closest to their home. Starlight had refused to accompany them, as it was just a pony school and she wanted her son to enter magic school and be supervised by Twilight. Arriving at the doors of the school, Hermetism showed again his legendary shyness. What would the other ponies think of him? After all, he was just a unicorn! Twinkleshine noticed his son’s concern. She pushed the door and some ponies turned towards them. They made signs to greet them and a young pegasus, who was the delegate of the last year’s class, came to introduce herself to them.

• “Hello and welcome to our little school, she said, I am Feather Power, and I will accompany you during all the visit!”

Hermetism greeted her with a simple smile. He wanted to ask so many questions, but was afraid to be ridiculous.

• “A shy one I see, laughed Feather Power, do not worry, I am sure it will be better at the end of the visit!”

The school was quite small, but still had spacious premises.

• “When you arrive on the first day, the delegate explained, you can choose between four options: painting, photography, sewing or choir.

• Can I see the choir option ?

• Of course, replied Feather Power, I will introduce you to our singing teacher, Miss Sweetie Belle!”

The more they drew closer to the choir room, the more Hermetism’s heart was beating. He loved singing so much, but was forbidden to practice it at home because it was gaving Starlight headaches. As they got closer to the classroom door, they could hear a sweet female voice singing so melodiously. The delegate knocked at the door. The singing suddenly stopped and the door opened.

• “Oh it’s you, Feather Power, remarked Sweetie Belle who turned her head towards Hermetism, and I see that you are bringing me a new singer! Let’s go in and see what you’re capable of !”

Hermetism timidly entered the class. On the walls were pictures of Miss Sweetie Belle with other singers such as Coloratura or Song Serenade. She began to sing and made a gesture to make Hermestism understand that he had to follow her rhythm and tone. He liked what he heard, but while he wanted to open his mouth to follow the teacher, he suddenly closed on himself!

• “I understand you have stage fright!” remarked Miss Sweetie Belle.

The young student knew very well that it was not because of the stage fright, but because of Starlight, that he couldn’t commit himself to sing.The teacher saw a few tears running down Hermetism’s cheeks. She approached him, asked him to sit down, put her shoe on the heart of his future pupil and closed his eyes.

• “Listen only to your breath and join me in the singing when you are ready !”

He listened attentively to the beats of his heart, as always, he imagined it in the form of drums that gave him the right tempo. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and began to sing. A melodious voice filled the room and the duo worked beautifully. Miss Sweetie Belle stopped, backed away and watched Hermetism sing alone. He smiled, which made Twinkleshine so happy because it was so rare! He smiled because he loved what he felt! It’s like the words were running into his blood following the beating of his heart. He finally opened his eyes again and finished the song quietly. Miss Sweetie Belle took him in her arms!

• “I have seen a lot of singers, she explained, but you are made for that !”

Hermetism smiled and wept, but with joy because he was feeling pure joy ! After long discussions, Twinkleshine and his son had to go home. She pushed the door of their house and saw Starlight waiting for them on the couch.

• “You took a long time… she remarked.

• Hermetism met the singing teacher and we… explained Twinkleshine.

• Singing ?” asked Starlight.

She looked at her son, who immediately closed on himself.

• “MY son will not sing, screamed out Starlight, forget this stupid nonsense ! You will go tomorrow to the Princess Magic School! Now go to your room, I have to explain to your mother…”

Hermetism knew very well what “explaining” meant. He slowly advanced to his room and began his usual ritual. He locked his door, took his helmet and locked himself in his cupboard, the sound of his music in full.