The stage was set, her fireworks were in position, and her hat was easily resting upon her great and powerful dome. It wasn’t like Trixie to perform out in such open spaces with only a lingering chance of an audience, but having ones reputation shattered like her old cart does things to a pony. With a sigh to match her title, she magically hoisted the last piece of her canopy.
She had to admit, splurging some bits on the banner with her name in sparkling gold letters was definitely worth it. If that spectacle didn’t at least draw in their attention, she was unsure what would.
“It’s been a troubling few months,” she congratulated herself, “but it’s finally over. My debts are paid, the cart is restored, and I can begin my expedition once more.”
An old stallion walked by and observed the wooden contraption. His eyes widened as is his brain put two wires together. “Hey miss! You can’t perform here.”
Trixie, standing in the middle of her mobile theatre, scoffed at the fool. Who was he to tell her she couldn’t do something. She was the Great and Powerful Trixie and by the power of the Alicorns, she wasn’t going to let some old coot tell her off. “You can’t tell Trixie what to d-“
BOOM.