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// I 
// Story: The Door 
// by Equimorto 
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The door was there, at the back of the room.
Twilight couldn't move. Twilight couldn't talk. Twilight could only stare at it in the mirror, waiting for the other pony to be done. She'd never hear the end of it if she moved even a muscle and ruined her work.
Rarity, on the other hoof, was free to talk and look around. But she was too focused on Twilight's manestyle and make up to notice the door. So she simply kept working on the alicorn.
Twilight had never liked fancy events. But in that moment she was glad she'd be in Canterlot for the night.
Rarity passed in front of the door, obscuring her vision, and a moment later the wall was back to normal.