Melody Shimmerwind landed in front of the glowing locker row and froze. The lit-up glass cases stretched down the hall like a stage, and her crush stood right at center. She wanted one thing this season: to be asked to Petal Prom by him. Her wings shook once, then steadied. A senior filly had already moved in. Bright hoof prints shimmered on the floor behind her, still glowing where she'd stepped. She tossed her mane and laughed too close to his shoulder. The asking was slipping away by the second. Melody's hoof bumped the locket around her neck. The small metal pendant felt warm, solid, like a reason. She marched over, held it up, and said, "Weird question. If someone gave you a picture to keep forever, what would you want it to be a picture of?" He blinked. The senior filly rolled her eyes and walked off, her glowing tracks fading behind her. He smiled at Melody and said, "Nobody's ever asked me that." Then he leaned closer. "Ask me again at lunch?" Her wings buzzed. She had a next move, and a deadline.