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// You Better Believe 
// Story: Book 1 - The Behemoth came to Canterlot 
// by Equimorto 
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Sunset walked into the waiting room, pen and clipboard in hand and eyes fixed on the latter. Then she looked up. "Oh, hey Trixie. I didn't know you'd be auditioning as well."
The girl sat with her arms and legs crossed on one of the plastic and metal chairs lining the walls. She looked back at Sunset, then lifted her chin and huffed with her characteristic, overplayed air of superiority. "The Great and Powerful Trixie's talents would be wasted on a band like the Rainbooms. Don't get any strange ideas, I have no interest in joining you."
Sunset softly tapped the back of the pen against her lips, looking at Trixie with an amused expression. "Why are you here, then?"
Trixie didn't drop her snobby pose, arguably she pushed it further by looking away from Sunset. But the tone of her voice betrayed her, even as she tried to mask it. "I may be in need of a car ride later. And I may have no money for the bus on me right now. So I thought I could give one of you peasants the privilege of driving the Great and Powerful Trixie to her desired location." Her trademark smugness returned to her as she got to the last part, and then she turned to Sunset, continuing, "And I thought I could amuse myself by seeing some less talented musicians struggle for a position that I would be overqualified for."
Sunset smiled, shook her head, and gave something halfway between a chuckle and a sigh in response. "I'm free later, I'll drive you where you need to go." Pretending not to see the evident signs of relief on Trixie's face, she asked, "So you think you'd be too good for this? I didn't even know you played the bass."
Trixie gave another huff. "It's just a guitar with less strings. I don't see what could be so difficult about it. I'll have you know the Great and Powerful Trixie easily performs with a nine string guitar."
"I mean, if you really need the extra strings to cover for what you can't do with your hands..." Sunset let the thread drop once she almost physically felt the daggers of venom Trixie was glaring at her. "Still. If you're that good, would you mind giving us a show? It will still take a bit before anyone else gets here, we have the time for it."
Trixie suddenly seemed to choke. "I wouldn't want to warp your expectations," she said. "No other performance could compare after witnessing my talents, and it wouldn't be fair to those poor souls who are trying to join your little band."
"The same little band that beat yours last time?" suddenly came Rainbow's voice from the same door Sunset had walked in from, the blue girl leaning against its frame with a grin on her face.
Trixie stood up at that. "I was supposed to be the winner, and you know it! The judging was rigged!" She pointed a finger at Rainbow as menacingly as she could. 
"And what about the time I beat you at the guitar shop?" Rainbow kept on teasing, as Sunset watched on, unsure of whether she should have been amused or worried.
"Well, I technically won that one!" Trixie retorted. "You ran away once you realised your tricks were no match for my talent." She looked to the side, swishing her hair, eyes closed and hands on her hips. 
Rainbow pushed herself off the doorframe with a flex of her shoulders, and stared straight at Trixie. "Rematch?"
"Oh, it is on!"