Twilight Sparkle, it was said, was awful at dancing.
It was not uncommon to be unskilled, to say the truth -- particularly for a pony as inclined to studies as herself -- but it was of general interest to take note of this.
Because Twilight Sparkle was a very good study, they said. So good, in fact, she was excellent at replicating what she saw.
So the truth and interest of the matter lay not in that Twilight was awful at dancing, but from whom she learned dancing from.
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“Today, Twilight, I must teach you on the importance of self-control,” said the Princess, while going to a phono-graph placed prominently in the middle of a room. She stood beside it. “Self-control, Twilight, is what allows us to do the many things we must in this life. Without it, nothing would be accomplished. Please meditate on this.”
Twilight vowed to not only meditate but to be the very best in self-control. Ever.
“There are many methods to teach oneself self-control--” Twilight listened attentively. “Some say to climb the highest mountains--”
Twilight was starting to reconsider that vow.
“Others, to bathe oneself in cold water every morn--”
Yep, totally reconsidered.
“Personally, I believe there is a better method to this myself.”
Oh?
Twilight perked up as she felt the anticipation. Princess Celestia raised her head in regal pride. Her eyes were closed.
“Dancing.”
Huh.
Princess Celestia’s horn lightened and, with delicacy and grace, picked the small, roundish needle-thing -- cartridge, her books would later say -- and placed it in the middle of the disk-thingy -- turntable-- for the music to play.
Harmonious music would surely--
“Hi dee diddly um de dum de day!”
Well, that was not quite what she expected.
“What a merry time we’ll have upon your wedding day!”
And then Celestia did something that Twilight would never forget.
Dancing.