It wasn't until one fateful day, Burn Out was late for her recording session with her band. In a hurry to get to the studio, she sensed something was wrong. As if destiny had told her to be late, she later discovered that the studio started burning down, her friends inside and nopony near to alert.
She had to think quickly, but the situation made her enter in panic.
"Should I call the firefighters? The police? Maybe an ambulance too?? Why did this have to happen today? Why I wasn't there with them?"
She looked through the window, she tried to call them out and after a long minute, her friends started panicking more.
As they noticed her, all they could do is call out her name, and ask for help.
There wasn't much time.
She tried to pry open the door as best as she could, but nothing was working. Not even her magic could do little. And using her hooves on the door could result in a second-degree burn to her hoof.
Then she stopped. It was useless. She needed to run for help. What could a rockstar do by herself? Nothing.
As she turned around, the voices of her friends called her out again.
"Burn out!" Over and over again.
She stopped. She felt something as if… she were in the concert. She remembered the voices of her fans, but this, this was different.
She felt good about it.
"What I am thinking? They're my friends! I should run for help! I should! I…"
She couldn't move.
Burn Out sat near the door as she listened to the cries of help from her friends, slowly burning to a crisp, the voices slowly fading.
Burn Out could do nothing but smile and enjoy the scenario.
She had lost her friends, but she had discovered something.

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