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The last dance, of the day had come to an end; I had stepped off of my stage and walked out of the cafe. As I jump down from the now dark stage, I walk, naturally; feeling the floor under my feet, as my heels touch the floor.
In triumph, I walk up the flight of stairs; only stopping to grab a bite; before I enter my room and close the door behind me. I am tired and sleepy, dead beat; after an entire day of performing, on the stage.
I slip out of my uniform, hang it up in my wardrobe; before I walk to my bead and fold up the quilt and lie down. With little to no effort, I pull the quilt back over myself; as I lay my head on the pillow and close my eyes. For but a single moment; I lie in the quiet and dark; before I fall asleep and the day is finally at an end.
As if no time, absolutely no time at all had passed; I wake up and open my eyes. I fold up the quilt and slip my feet out from under it and slip down onto the floor; raising to my feet and walk back to the wardrobe. I extract the uniform and pull on a garment at the time; ending up, wearing the uniform, once more.
As I cast a glance towards the window, I can clearly see the sun is up on the sky. The Prince had performed her duty once again; Princess Celestia had risen the sky, granting us one more day.
I like a new day, imparted by Celestia; now since I am working for Pinkie Pie amongst the ponies. As strange as it may sound, but I do enjoy being the property of Pinkie Pie; it means that I am free to be worth something, and free of everything that the griffons tried to instill in me.
I have my own room, with my very own bed; then I have my own breakfast, waiting for me in our kitchen. The choice is ind, so I pick a light salad. With a fork, I stab it and eat in content silence. No need to speak, or to break the silence just for the chance of a pointless act of rebellion, knowing there is punishment due. There is no punishment; just satisfaction. On the second floor, there is no griffon; there is none, but my sisters with whom I do enjoy life and to serve in the cafe.
In the end, I finish of my salad and walk out of the kitchen. On my way towards the stairs, I spot a new girl.
“Hiya, I am Topaz!” I present myself.
“Hiya, I am Silica Marchmallow!” she responds.
“I hope you will be enjoying your life with us here, working for Pinkie Pie!” I add, almost as an afterthought.
“Of course, I am working for Pinkie Pie; she bought me home from the market, brought me here directly from town!” she responds.
“She loves bringing joy, now she is picking out girls, just like us; to serve her, here at her very on cafe!” I point out.
“When you put it like that; you make it sound and feel; like a sisterhood of old, where you serve a deity in a cloister!” she responds.
“Pinkie Pie is the Element of Laughter, which could as well correspond to one of these ancient deities and gods of old!” I point out.
“Are you saying; we are chosen by a Deity? I am selected for a higher purpose, spreading joy and bring laughter?” she concludes.
“Well, I guess she is the salvation, for both girls and mares alike!” I respond.
“The town of Ponyville did look pretty vibrant and jolly, to me!” she says.
“Exactly, and now I am needed; down stairs, but I imagine you do need a breakfast!” I point out, continuing towards the flight of stairs and bounce down to the cafe without a single thought.
“The Marchmallow will love it here, once she can see for herself!” I ponder.
“Oh, wait; is that Elucive?” I ponder, as I continue through the cafe.
This white unicorn stallion seems to find a fancy for our establishment. Who could blame him?
“Pinkie Pie!” I mumble, quietly in reverence.
Of course, Pinkie Pie had to show up at this particular instant; right before me. It is not just because this is her cafe and I am working for her.
“Hiya, Topaz!” she exclaims.
“Hiya, Pinkie Pie!” I respond.
“Since your dance went so well, Topaz; I chose to offer you the chance, of a larger scene where you can have a much larger audience!” Pinkie Pie points out; acknowledging the dance I perform, just the other day.
“That was fun! If you believe I could pull it of for you, again; I would love to accept your new stage!” I respond, grinning.
“It is your enthusiasm, and your eager acceptance of the original proposal; that made it work for you, in the first place! If you trust in yourself, and honestly enjoy to dance on my sage; the audience will enjoy your performance!” she is explaining; in the way only Pinkie Pie could, by knowing the feelings making this actually work.
“Why do I recognize your words and the meaning behind them; before you even spoke them?” I inquire.
“Pinkie Sense?” she suggests, just as much serious as it is in pure jest of the moment; “ But honestly, though; you are readily accepting what is before you, in the same way I am accepting the reality that is making Pinkie Sense work in the first place!” she continues.
“Are you just saying, that if I doubt myself; I would fall flat on my face, in humiliation?” I inquire.
“While it is not what I said, or what I meant; but I guess that could be a workable explanation, of the situation before you!” she points out.
“We are balancing on the edge of the blade here; between the Party of one, and too many Pinkie Pies!” she suggests; “Neither good, but when I get it right, I know and feel what is before me!” she concludes.
I see the image of her forlorn party, shivering in horror. The scene soon fades out into the blurry distance. Before it is replaced with the sense of Pinkie Pie: doubled, tripled and quadrupled; bouncing in frenetic as a herd all over Ponyville and its surroundings. Causing devastation, like a swarm of locust; consuming everything in its path. I instinctively flinch at the image, pulling back as if I had been hit by a bolt of lightning.
“This reality bites, but what am I getting myself involved in?” I ponder; knowing I can't pull back, even if I had wanted to.
While Pinkie Pie consistently insists on giving me options and asks me; she knows what I am going to do, before I do it. Even now; if I know and understand how it works, I still can't back away or resent her in the very least. The offer she is presenting me with; is still far better, than anything I could have dreamt up before. I am alive and respected; she permits me to make a difference; spreading joy and making ponies smile. I find myself enjoying the job she is offering me, the purpose she had for me. Her purpose, is now mine.
“If you need a pair of shoes for walking outside, I will have them for you; otherwise, I am happy to carry you to where you need to go!” she points out, in a generous offer, to me; “And, if you are missing your sisters, rest assured; you can see one-another any and every day!” she continues.
“Right now, I need to see your new stage; before I could make up my mind, though I am happy, to know I can see my sisters and come back if I choose to!” I respond.
Jump right up, and I will be taking you there in an instant; though you may consider, holding on for dear life!” she points out, as she offers me the ride.
“Why do I have the image of rodeo?” I ponder, as I mount the pony before me.
Pinkie pie trots out of the cafe and bounces off to the promised destination. No pony could bounce like a rubber-ball; yet, Pinkie Pie does with impossible and unchallenged ease.
This is the mare I dedicated my life; and by everything hole, I can never make myself regretting it!” I ponder.
Houses are passing me by, as I am bouncing like an insane rubber-ball. She stops before the building and open the door to the building. It is already decorated; as if this is a party house, or an opera hall.
“This sage, is indeed larger; than the one I was dancing on, the other day!” I exclaim.
“You are the star, of my show, if you have a second fiddle or not!” she points out.
“I have a stage, right here! Though I imagine, I do have a back stage entrance; to this sage, so I don't need to climb up to the stage!” I exclaim.
The hall even comes with three walls, lined with balconies for the audience. Naturally, there are three lines of chairs, comfortable for the ponies who want to sit up close and watch.
I had enjoyed the ear-pieces, but now the audience can share the music with me. Under the stage, I can see three large speakers; just as I can see speakers on the right and left walls, respectively.
“If you don't mind, I need to mount my stage; in order to dance!” I promptly point out.
“By all means, please; I need to see you performing your craft!” she responds; cheering enthusiastically, like a little filly on the Hearth's Warming Eve.
“She is acting like a little filly, one instant; and a timeless Princess the next!” I ponder.
I slip off of her back, before I bounce towards the stage she just offered me. With a single, graceful leap; I mount the stage. I do indeed owe her; more than one girl could possibly pay back, in a lifetime. It is not so much in the liberty, the freedom from the griffons; but more in giving me the purpose and the power to fulfill it all by myself.
When she picked me up, I had been noone, nothing; now I am a seasoned dancer, a ballerina ready to wow her audience.
“What is the price, to be met out; to be exacted upon my poor soul, for accepting the offer of working for Pinkie Pie?” I ponder.
I feel the power of lore, bubbling up from a long forgotten passed. Am I signing away my soul, in blood?
Of course, I am making ponies smile; I am doing good, without breaking a law or trampling any creature in the process. Maybe I am paying the debt, in the currency of laughter and joy? Each pony smiling is paying for my joy?
As my feet is touching the stage, there is a glow; I am standing on the tips of my toes, incapable of standing on my heels, once more. There is the first, initial tones from the music I had been dancing to the other day; I make the first leap and a series of pirouettes as the song is starting.
This stage is heaven, and thus I am in heaven. Pinkie Pie had shepherded me, to the green pastures of my soul. A smile is spreading out over my face. I can not help myself, enjoying the moment.
The entry to the first performance is on the house!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, for each and every pony to hear.
Like no pony else, Pinkie Pie can make herself heard. It is, as if she had been using the Royal Canterlot voice. Just that there is none of the drawbacks of that.
“The Phantom of the Opera!” the sign on the entrance reads.