>You are Shimmer Light... and you have a severe headache.
>You really didn't think Hexferry had it in her, but she's throwing a giant house party.
>It started in the afternoon.
>It's now past midnight.
>You've been trying to get to sleep for a few hours now, but the party is too loud to handle.
>You even tried sleeping in different ways, like with ear plugs in or moving to a different room.
>You're surprised they haven't received any complaints yet...
>... Well, you're just wasting your time trying to sleep now.
>You take your head out of the sink and position yourself on a safe part of the counter so you can properly get down.
>... That was your last resort way of getting to sleep.
>Needless to say, it didn't work either.
>You gently float down from the counter and land gracefully on your hooves.
>You're up but you don't know what to do.
>...
>Your house is already the cleanest thing in the village, so you don't need to clean more; you've already drawn three things in the past twenty-four hours, so you don't feel like drawing; and you generally aren't hungry until breakfast, no matter how long you stay up after dinner.
>...
>You have nothing to do.
>Through all of the music and clutter of voices next door, you can hear the sound of something breaking.
>... Glass, most likely. Maybe a vase.
>It sounded a lot like a vase breaking.
>Because you have nothing better to do, you peer into Hexferry's back yard through one of your beautiful windows.
>Sure enough, Hexferry is shooing a few moths away from a broken vase.
>Despite being midnight, she is illuminated quite well.
>... Most of that is from her house.
>It glows more than the sun does in a desert.
>You can't even look directly at it.
>Back to Hexferry, she looks... well, tired.
>And annoyed.
>Very annoyed.
>It's her own fault, holding a party of this caliber.
>... You now realize you don't know what the party is for.
 
>It's not a holiday, so it's likely a "party because we can" party.
>Unless she's celebrating a birthday.
>... Well, it isn't Hexferry's birthday, you're certain of that.
>She wouldn't invite nearly this many moths to her birthday party.
>... Come to think of it, who all is there?
>You know you saw the peach one, the yellow one and a few of the stallions being shooed away a few moments ago.
>That was just the tiny bit of her back yard you can see from this angle.
>How many moths are there?
>... Did she invite the whole town? That's the only way it could go unreported.
>If that's the case, you're the only one who won't show up, though you weren't invited so that's only natural.
>Hexferry is finally done picking up all of the glass from the vase and has thrown away the flowers it once contained.
>Good, those flowers were horrendous anyway.
>She moves to the side of the house, the one between your house and hers, to a place where she can't be seen from the back yard and she isn't in sight of any of her windows.
>But she's completely visible to you.
>She collapses to the ground.
>Her hooves go over her ears, likely to silence the deafening music.
>It won't do any good.
>You tried.
>You're trying right now.
>The music barely even got quieter.
>Her body quivers a bit, as though she is sobbing.
>You can't tell if she's crying, she put her face in the dirt when she put her hooves to her ears.
>You try to listen closer, to eavesdrop anything she may potentially say but to no avail.
>For a moment, you forgot there was music threatening to ruin your ability to hear forever.
>After a few minutes of laying there, Hexferry eventually gets up.
>You notice her face is coated in tears. She was crying. Her expression is one of brokenness.
>She's enjoying the party as much as you are.
>Good.
>Now if only everyone else was having a horrible time, everything would be close to perfect.
>Then if the party ended, everything would be completely perfect.
 
>You move away from the window.
>You don't really care about anything else Hexferry is going to do, and you don't want to be seen.
>Another sound of breaking is made. This one sounded more like... a window.
>Not one of yours, thankfully. It sounded like it came from Hexferry's house.
>No surprise there.
>... You hear some yelling.
>Not yelling of anger, just yelling to be heard over the music.
>You make your way to another window, a different vantage point.
>You're now able to see Hexferry from the side.
>... You decide to stay behind the wall. This window is too... easy to see.
>You'd be spotted in an instant.
>On the bright side, you can hear them more clearly.
>"Them" being a moth you can't recognize by voice. There was a figure in a broken windowsill talking to Hexferry, but you didn't see who it was.
>Hexferry hardly even moved.
>"You sure?"
>"Yeah, it's... fine."
>The second voice was hers. It was too sad to be anyone else's.
>You hear nothing else from either of them.
>... Well, you've given more attention to this atrocity than you should've.
>Maybe one of the closets can keep enough sound out for you to be able to sleep.
>You almost turn away when you notice a pair of eyes looking directly at you.
>Hexferry.
>She looks away after only a moment.
>She must have moved just to be able to see you.
>... Did she see you? The only light in your house is coming from hers and you're not in its direct light.
>Either way, you aren't putting up with this anymore.
>You're going to stuff your bedroom closet so full of blankets, you'll hardly be able to move.
>At least you'll probably have enough sound resistance to sleep.
>...
>The party eventually died down and the guests left. In the morning, Hexferry had quite the mess to clean up.
>Her house looked horrid, especially next to your masterpiece.
>She spent all day cleaning.
>She won't think of having that horrible idea again soon.