Trixie leaves the stage in excessive hubris. She turns to the stallion performing next, "Sorry, but I've stolen the show."
"My experience will get them soon enough," he displays his own pride, "but I have to ask, where'd you learn the trade?"
"Self-taught."
"That makes us similar."
"It was mainly intended to cheer up my mother. Being a single parent, she was often under a lot of stress. She had a fondness for watching magic, so performing for her brought a smile to her fa-..."
"...face?"
"...I'm just realizing... now through older eyes... she was smiling... but... but she looked like she was on the verge of tears... and also said... 'You're a spinning image of him.'"
The sound of another applause pulls Trixie's attention.
"Looks like you're up, Jackpot. ...Jackpot?"
Trixie turns back, receiving a pale expression from the stallion.
"What's wrong? You look like you're guilty of something."