After many years, Discord got bored of being reformed and took over Equestria again. Naturally, everything was thrown into chaos and disorder. Somehow, as a result of many events that happened at the perfect times, Trixie became famous and gained many fans. Great, right?
"Stop it! Trixie does not wish to be followed into her private dressing room!" Trixie shrieked, sweating as she strained her magic to hold back the crown of adoring fans pushing and shoving each other onto the floor just to get closer to her. "I said stop it! You can gaze and me and drink in my greatness soon, once the show starts!"
Trixie stumbled into her dressing room and slammed the door behind her, bolting it shut and pressing her body against it for extra measure. Chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, she made a mental note to fire all of her security guards and hire ones that actually knew what they were doing.
At first, when she became famous, Trixie was overjoyed. Sure, they only liked her because Discord had screwed up their minds, but that was no no matter to Trixie. She didn't really care why, but they practically worshiped her and that's all that mattered.
Sighing, Trixie blocked out the noises of the cheering fans in the background and made her way over to the table in the room. Her cape and hat were freshly ironed and neatly laid out on the said table, and she put them on with robotic movements. She'd done this so many times before, and now the action no longer filled her with excitement. It was just another mundane act to her.
After double-checking her reflection in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable for her show, she exited the room and made her way to the stage, pushing past the few straggling fans that were to obsessed with seeing her up close to realize that the show was to start soon. She walked into the bright stage lights and the crowd erupted into cheers. As much as she tried to suppress it, a small smile tugged at Trixie's lips. Although performing wasn't as special to her now as it was when she was less well-known, she still loved being cheered on like that.
When the cheering finally died down a bit to more of a deafening roar than Princess Luna screaming death metal into a megaphone in her Royal Canterlot voice, Trixie began her first trick. She grinned at the audience, paused for dramatic effect, and... made chocolate milk rain down from the sky? What?
Despite having absolutely no idea what was going on, the crowd went wild at this and shouted all sorts of praises at the Great and Powerful Trixie, who was looking more like the Confused and Drenched-wth-chocolate-milk Trixie. She looked around wildly at , and to her horror, saw Discord floating above the audience in a bathtub that seemed to be made out of oranges.
"Well now, that is an excellent trick. Would you teach me it sometime, oh Great and Powerful Trixie?" he said.
Trixie tried to say something really cool and intelligent, but her jaw just dropped and smashed onto the floor. The crowd erupted into cheers again at this.
"Oh my, that's not good... you know what, you should get that looked at by a doctor. And just to be on the safe side, no more performing for you," Discord declared, and he climbed out of his bathtub and started walking away on thin air, a pink towel wrapped around his middle. However, he looked back at the crowd, realizing that they would never let her stop performing. "Hm, well that just won't do..." he muttered to himself.
He snapped his fingers and immediately the crowd fell silent. Then they started yelling.
"What the hell am I doing here?!"
"Isn't that the crazy fraud pony?"
"When did I get this tattoo that says Trixie? ... Someone must have drugged me or something and tattooed me! Ah! Police, help!"
"IT'S WAY PAST YOUR BEDTIME YOUNG MARE!!! GO HOME AT ONCE AND YOU'RE GROUNDED FOR LIFE!!!"
Slowly, the angry crowd dispersed and everypony left, leaving Trixie all alone.
Suddenly, she missed being famous.