It took quite a bit of convincing certain people that I was indeed Twilight Sparkle, though the magic performance is what blew them away. I showed them some of what I was capable of doing, but it was when they started asking questions directly related to Twilight's character that I started having trouble.
"Just because you look like her, talk like her, use magic like her, doesn't necessarily MAKE you her!" one of the executives stated flatly.
"I might have already told you I was a human until recently. I don't have an intimate knowledge of the cartoon series, just bits and pieces of it. Am I to understand that what you need of me is an ability to integrate what I know with Twilight's characteristics and mannerisms? That I would need to completely immerse myself in her psyche, to actually BECOME Twilight?"
"That would be a desirable course of action," the executive stated, smiling at me. I was escorted inside the building and taken to a rather comfortable viewing room, set up with a large TV and DVD player. I ended up spending the next few days watching and rewatching every single episode of the show. After awhile, this got quite tedious, even though my food and beverage needs were addressed immediately. My bodily hygiene needs were addressed as well. My days consisted of twelve hours of viewing the episodes and twelve hours of rest. I ended up calling Brenda to let her know of my whereabouts, to which she simply chuckled and wished me luck. I thought I heard a male voice in the background while she was talking to me on the phone. "Whatever," I thought as I heard his voice, although her infidelity was an issue I was going to have to deal with.
Eventually they determined I was ready to be an official spokespony for the company to promote the show and related products. The biggest obstacle I faced was that I was still a unicorn and not the Alicorn version of Twilight. This was the one thing that might ruin the deal for me, though I was assured that since I was the real deal, they would respect me. An executive showed me a contract to sign and offered me a pen to sign my name. I insisted on reading the contract, since I wanted to ensure I wouldn't end up getting the short end of the stick, so to speak. As I carefully read the thing, I noticed a few details which I deemed unfair and voiced my concerns.
"Oh, don't worry about that, just standard legalese to protect our interests," the executive chuckled.
"It says here that I am considered your company's property? Really? What about MY needs?" I asked incredulously.
"Keep reading the contract," he replied flatly.
"It says your company is willing to provide me with meals and lodging and an expense account, which will be offset by the company's profit from my appearances. So that means I will get pretty much what I want, then. Okay, you've got yourself a deal," I said confidently and signed the contract, using my telekinesis to manipulate the pen. The executive was slightly taken aback by my simple magic use, but smiled anyway.
Immediately after signing the contract, I was escorted to another room by a security officer. I was presented with a menu and asked to choose which foodstuffs I preferred and asked what sort of entertainment I wanted. I was also given a travel itinerary listing certain locations and times where I would be "performing" before live audiences. I was taken to a studio where I was requested to do commercials for the company and encouraged to use magic on camera so I could really wow any who saw me on TV. I was given assistance on establishing my new identity as Twilight Sparkle, a date of birth, social security number, birth certificate (HAH!) and various and sundry other paperwork to finalize my identity. A bank account was set up for me so that I could accrue savings, though once again it was suggested I create gold to sell for large amounts of money, though the suggestion was one I considered ludicrous. For good measure, a lifetime subscription to an identity protection service was included, free of charge.
For the next few months, life was going pretty good for me, even though some of the kids wanted to pet me or grab my horn, which prompted me to call for security. I can't even begin to count the number of times I had my picture taken, how many children had asked me about the Princess, what "x pony" was really like off camera, how close I was to Spike and other questions. Then there were the weisenheimers who deliberately trolled me, asking specific questions about the plot elements of some shows and those who simply wanted me to show my plot to them, again requiring me to call security on them. I ate pretty well, slept in comfort, and generally enjoyed myself.
The question I was asked most frequently was why I was an Alicorn on the show, but not one in real life. I explained that what happens on the show does not necessarily reflect on what happens in the real world, and that my transformation would require the Elements of Harmony, artifacts I did not have access to.
"I thought those were on display in your library!" one kid shouted.
"I don't live in a tree anymore," I responded.
"So where are those Elements?"
"I don't know -- I haven't seen them in this world, they just exist in Equestria, not here," I replied.
"What about Nightmare Moon?"
"I hope she doesn't show up here; without the Elements, she would take over the world and nopony would be able to stop her, not even me."