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// Sophisticated (2) - Golden Delicious 
// Story: AppleDash Group Collab 
// by DbzOrDie 
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Sophisticated
In the AU where AJ never left Aunt and Uncle Orange.



Rainbow Dash stared into the crowd, searching for the one pony she knew she had to meet. Their letters had become more than letters, becoming love notes not dissimilar to ones passed between schoolfillies and colts.

Her eyes landed on the mare she was searching for, and she inadvertently let her jaw drop. Sophistication, was the only term her mind could scream as she saw the mare in the distance, sitting in the specially reserved box Dash had fought hard to get tickets for. Her mane was pulled into a high, styled arrangement, and she sat with the posture only a Canterlot native could pull off.

"Mares and stallions, be prepared for the Wonderbolts, and their newest star, Rainbow Dash!"

Dash was thrown from her stupor as her name was called, and she saw the same expression on the mare in the crowd. While Applejack, as Dash knew the mare was called, knew she would be at the show, she hadn't the faintest clue that Dash was the star. Rainbow Dash snickered a bit, then took to the air. Her first formations were simple, leaving a faint rainbow contrail behind her as she glided through the air. As the music approached the ending, Dash was hit with an idea. Completing the ever-complicated star, she froze in the middle and began to glide. She saw the others in the distance, prepared for her old routine, but she ignored them. A careful curve, a sharp twist, and another curve later, Dash hovered in the midst of a rainbow heart. She looked into the audience, found Applejack, and winked. The mare gasped, and Dash continued, rocketing towards the ground and pulling up last minute, scraping alongside the audience.

As she flew near the box Applejack sat in, she flew just a bit closer, and ever so subtly let a note fall into the sophisticated mare's lap.

"Call me," was scrawled in a myriad of colors. "1-800-I'm Yours. Or meet me after the show backstage. You can join me for dinner."