A brief sigh escaped my mouth as I walked down the street, I was dressed in a black T-shirt and Tracksuit bottoms, never did care for jeans too restricting.
It was chilly, though I thought everyone around me was over reacting with the thick coats and gloves, I was fine in my thin red jumper my dad had given me for Christmas, I turned a corner brushing my long curly locks out if my face as the gentle breeze blew them into my face holding them there just long enough to read a poster stapled to a telephone pole.
'Come one come all!' It read 'see the spectacular spells and enchanting incantations, performed by The Great and Powerful Trixie!' Trixie had been emphasised in large bold purple letters with a gold outline, it looked kind of cool and I did enjoy a good performance, magic, theatre heck I loved musicals, 'this might be worth a look' I thought. Then I read the name again, Trixie... Trixie... I placed a hand on my chin mutating the name to myself trying to place her, the name sounded familiar.
Suddenly the realisation hit me like a bolt of lightning. "AHA!" I said and quickly noted the arrow on the poster pointing to another poster stuck to a wall at the end of the street, I rushed excitedly to it following the arrow to the next one around the corner.
My persistence was rewarded as finally a came into a small field by the town square where a stage had been set up and a group of kids and some adults were gathered, not a lot of people my age, suited me just fine I never really fitted in with people like me anyway, which was odd when I thought about it, I must've been the only 17 year old who did as his parents told him, willingly did chores around the house for nothing and wasn't obsessed with sports.
No I was more the theatrical type, movies, music and performances, heck I'd been one of yeh dancers on stage when the London 2012 Olympics came to my home town, ofcourse that was before I was transferred to canterlot high, ah memories, no one else might've cared anymore but to me there was no feeling like being on stage, that was one thing I had in common with this girl, we loved the spotlight.
Though if my memory served she had a bit of trouble sharing it, but that was a whole ago, I'm sure she'd changed since then, highschool and middle school are very far apart.
As the show started I eagerly found a nearby bench and sat on it, I was a bit in yeh back but I could still see the stage fine.
Music started playing, it was beautiful, a subtle violin solo starting off, 'just like her' I thought with a smile as I rolled my eyes 'dramatic and ominous, mounting up to.' A loud bang went off as night blue smoke, sparkling with traces of silver glitter mixed in for effect, flooded the stage.
"Her grand entrance." I muttered to myself.
A girl in a short purple skirt, soft night blue hoodie and a matching lavender cape and wizard's hat adorned with gold and silver stars, her silver hair peaked out the back, her very aura radiated confidence and splendour, 'a true performer' I thought 'ready to put on a show to dazzle the crowd.'
As I looked around, only a few people clapped, I didn't but then my appreciation had always gone without saying in my mind and I never was the type to make a lot of noise.
The lack of admiration didn't concern her, infact she seemed un phased. "Behold I am the great and powerful Trrrixie!" She declared some fireworks launching creating an amazing display above her, thankfully it was cloudy too so they were a lot easier to see, I gave a subtle "wow." In admiration, a wide smile from ear to ear plastered on my face. "Watch in aw as you are dazzled by Trixie." The silver haired Sourceress continued "with mind boggling illusions." She seemingly pulled all four of her fingers off and then produced flowers form nowhere, a creative spin on an old trick. "Fantastic fireworks!" More fireworks went off, I covered my ears a few more people cheered this time and I joined them. "And ofcourse." 'Here it comes.' I thought fixing my gaze on her. "Marvelous Magic!" She rolled her hands faster and faster infront of her, producing light using a concealed lighter and some iron filings hidden in a vial under her sleeve which made a small sparkler effect, how she avoided burning herself was astounding in itself, but what she did next was truly amazing.
She threw the sparks in the air temporarily blinding the audience before everyone turned to see Trixie standing atop a pedestal with stars and moon shapes around it. The emerald clasp holding her cape on her shoulders glowing brightly, sometimes I couldn't tell if she was the worlds greatest illusionist or a real sorceress.
I chuckled at the thought. Then I looked around, my smile faded, Trixie coward on stage, taking cover behind her pedestal as the audience boo'd loudly, a few of them throwing garbage at her, some of it pulled right out of the trash can next to me.
I jumped on stage and spread my arms out wide glaring down at them. "HEY NOW THAT'S ENOUGH!" I yelled loudly. "IF YOU DON'T LIKE HER SHOW THEN WHY DID HALF OF YOU EVEN BOTHER COMMING! NOW GET LOST OR I'LL CALL THE POLICE!" I raised my phone to my ear to show I was completely serious.
Thankfully this was one of those moments in the fifty percent of the time when my silver tongue got me out of a situation rather then into one, the audience of angry people dispersing, mutating to themselves, a few of them glaring at me over their shoulders.
A girl with pink and blue, short, curly hair blowing a raspberry at me as she grabbed the arm of the girl beside her and pulled her away "Come on Lyra." She said, the two were the last to leave, I sighed and turned around.
"Hey you ok?" I asked holding out my hand to help her up.
She stood up by herself and and brushed some dust off of her skirt "I-I'm fine," she said looking sort of glum. "Rats." She said sort of quieter, probably trying to avoid me hearing her. "That's the third show this week." My eyes went wide.
This was the THIRD time this had happened? My thoughts turned to anger for a moment, then a took a deep breath remembering their were more important things right now. "That was a pretty great show, guess the critiques here are worse then I thought." I said trying to cheer her up, I smiled as I managed to draw out a slight chuckle from her.
"Thanks." She said "nice to see someone enjoyed the show at least." Her smile quickly faded and she hugged herself. "Hey um, I'm gonna go, thanks again." She turned to leave but I stopped her smiling.
"You don't remember me do you?" I asked in sort of dramatic few words kinda way, what can I say, Trixie wasn't the only one who enjoyed drama perhaps a little too much. The girl raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
"No, um should I?" I chuckled.
"We use to go to middle school together, I sit behind you in science now." Trixie shook her head again.
"Sorry, not ringing a bell." She said looking sort of thoughtful and worried, like it bothered her she didn't remember. "Hey I really need to go, last time this happened someone took the parking break off my wagon and it rolled all the way down the block, but uh it was nice seeing you again." She said and turned, bolting down the street.
Now forgive me I've always been the paranoid type.. But the way she just ran like that told me there was more the. Just a concern for her wagon going on here.
So, like the hero in a fairy tale book... Or a creepy stalker, I followed her, just to make sure she was ok. Her wagon was parked in to trailer park nearby, it looked about as homy and quaint as ever, I'd always loved her wagon, reminded me of all those caravan camping trips my parents had taken me on.
I crept carefully to the window and peaked over the windowsill to see her sat infront of a dressing room table complete with mirror, it took up half the living room area of her wagon but then again it was pretty small, only really built for one or two people.
Then my heart suddenly turned to lead in my chest, it felt heavy and almost ready to crack as Trixie took off her cape, seething it with her hat on a small mannequin, stared at her reflection... And placed her head on the dressing room table... Crying.