Trixie pranced around her new apartment gleefully.  She spoke to herself softly, "Maybe Luna can teach me enough to make Mom proud." She hung her robe and wizard hat on the hook by her bed. "I suppose I should start settling in." She pulled her sheets out of the bag she picked up from her parents' house and struggled for a few minutes to make her bed, eventually succeeding.

She stood back and admired her new room. It was small, but quaint. The violet walls really fit in with her sheets, the same pattern as her clothes. She laid down in her bed, and snuggled up to her pillow to sleep.

Sleep came quickly, but dreams did not. She slumbered hours before dreams came, but they were worth it when they did. Dreams came filled with magic and sorcery. Trixie was engulfed in a show, one for hundreds upon hundreds of ponies. Energy oozed from her horn with each "Oooh" and "Aaah" the audience put forth. The energy of the crowd excited her.

Back in the real world, her real horn glowed with magic throughout the dream. She smiled in her sleep, and snuggled deeper into her pillow. Sparks of magic flew off of her horn, and she began to toss and turn.

In the realm of her once-pleasant dreams, the show had taken a turn for the worse. A spell had backfired and the stage was on fire. As she frantically tried to conjure water to put it out, the audience booed and yelled.

They yelled things like "Some great and powerful unicorn you are!" and "Get off the stage!".

Trixie awoke panting and sweating. She curled up and sighed. "It was such a good dream..."