Trixie's Audition · 2:45am Mar 10th, 2012
Trixie barged into the room where three stallions were chatting. Interrupting them without a moment's concern, she addressed the brown stallion; he was wearing a tie, so it was a good guess he was the boss. "Greetings! I am the Great and Powerful Trixie! But I probably did not need to tell you that."
He blinked at her, noticing her star-spangled hat and cap, then realized what she'd come for. "Oh yeah! I got your message. Well, um… It's great to have you here. Are you ready for your audition?"
Trixie scowled. "Audition?" She reared dramatically on her hind legs, and pressed a front hoof to her chest. "So, funny nightclub guy, you doubt that Trixie has the magic in her?"
He seemed taken aback. "It's just a formality really. Everypony has to audition. It's like a rule, you know?"
Trixie dropped to all fours again, and narrowed her eyes at him for a moment. Then she suddenly turned to the smaller stallion, barely more than a colt, behind her and yelled, "YOU! Sit down!" Startled, eyes wide, he instantly obeyed the command and sat on his haunches.
Trixie turned to the third stallion, the one who'd been chatting with the boss when she'd entered. "You, goofy pony! Look into your friend's eyes!" She indicated the boss with her hoof. Puzzled the two stallions looked at each other.
Without turning her head, Trixie gave the sitting one a firm shove with one of her hind feet so that he scurried out the door. Nudging the boss, she said, "Good… Now, I want you to remember what that face looks like -- in case he should vanish…" She gave her cape a sudden swirl. "…just like your other friend!"
Both stallions broke their gaze and turned their heads to look where the other had been sitting. "Trotsky!" exclaimed the goofy one. "Sweet Celestia, he's gone!" said the boss pony.
Trixie nodded. "Is that enough? Or do you need to see more of Trixie's power?"
The boss stammered, "Oh, no no no! You're hired, you're hired!"
Trixie turned up her nose in the air. "That is what Trixie thought."
"So, uh, were you planning on bringing him back, or what?"
Trotsky. Erased and gone. Really?
Oh well. Just another day in Stalliongrad.