>Ever since you were a little girl, you've always liked magic.
>Anything related to magic really.
>Tricks.
>Spells.
>Illusions.
>But most of all, the stories.
>You love fairy tails.
>Especially the ones with a knight in shining armor willing to help the damsel in distress.
Okay, now watch closely!
>I guess what i really mean by all of this is, i've always wanted to see real magic.
Aaaand POOF! It's gone!
>"Wooooow!" says the group of children you are currently entertaining.
>You always liked seeing the look of amazement on people's faces, especially children.
>Their amazement and wonder remind you of how you viewed magic at their age.
Are you all ready for the big finale?
>"Yeeeah!"
Here we go!
>You take out your wand.
>You start saying some mumbo jumbo.
>You give the wand a final flick.
>Fireworks come out and shoot towards the sky.
>"WOOOOOOOOOOW!"
>You are Trixie, "the Great and Powerful".
>This is your life.
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>Day big finish at Equestria High.
>It's just like any other day.
>Sit on a bus.
>Go to school.
>Sit in class.
>Go to lunch.
>Go back to sitting in class.
>Go back home.
>This school seems to suck the life out of you, and ruin your days.
>Your hobby, magic, just doesn't seem to be making your peers happy anymore.
>you wish you could.
>You are an entertainer first after all.
>Seeing smiles is what makes your day.
>It may not seem like it, but it's true.
>"Oh look, we have a talent show coming up!" says some random kid.
>Talent show?
>You walk up to the info board.
>There it is.
>Equestria High talent show.
>This Friday.
>THIS FRIDAY?!
>THATS IN 2 DAYS!
>OH FUCK YOU NEED TO PREPARE.
>WHAT ARE YOU EVEN GONNA DO?
>YOU CAN'T JUST DO YOUR NORMAL SHTICK, EVERYONE'S SEEN IT!
Oh maaaan...
>The final bell rings and everyone starts to head home or get stuff from their lockers.
>You just head to the auditorium and sit down.
>You can see that it's being set up for the talent show.
>You stand on the stage, looking at all the chairs.
>You close your eyes.
>You imagine all of the seats being filled.
>You smile.
Now witness the Great and Powerful Trixie!
>You do all your motions.
>At the end, you pose.
*clap clap clap clap clap*
>You open your eyes in a flurry.
>Someone is sitting down in one of the front row seats.
H-how long where you there?
>The boy in the beanie stands up.
>"You must have something great planned huh?" he asks.
You... i... of coarse i do. I'm the Great and Powerful Trixie after all.
>You act narcissistic like usual.
>It seems to be your defence mechanism.
>In all honesty, you STILL haven't thought of what to do for it.
>"I can't wait to see it. I've been to every one of your exhibitions. I'm a big fan."
>A fan?
>I have a fan?
>I didn't know small town magicians like me could have fans.
What's your name?
>His smile goes down a few pegs.
>It finally dissipates.
>"can you get off the stage, i need to set up the wires..." he says looking away.
>That's very strange.
S-sure... i will comply.
>You start to step do-
>"Here, let me help you, it's a doozy getting down."
>He practically offers his hand to you.
>Going back to acting nice?
>This is a strange boy.
>You make your way down.
Thank you...
>He stares at you.
Ahem... boy...
>he gets on the stage and goes to the back.
>Why didn't he want to tell you his name?
>Was he just embarrassed or something?
>I guess that could be the reason.
>You should probably be getting home now.
>"Trixie..." he says.
>You turn around.
>"G-good luck. I mean it."
>Wow, he really is a fan.
The great and Powerful Trixie needs no luck... but she thanks you for trying to charm her.
>You grab your stuff and head outside.
>You see your mom.
>You get in the car and set your bag near your feet.
>"How was your day dear?"
Worrisome. I found out that theres a talent show coming up.
>"Oh well i'm sure you'll do grea-
It's this friday.
>You mom stops talking.
Yeah. Like i said. Worrisome.
>"Well i mean, you've had to go through worse right? Remember that one party i took you to?"
Those people were just mean. How was i supposed to know that the woman had an irrational fear of birds.
>"Ornithophobia dear."
How do you even know that word?
>"I had to know about it after what happened."
Ugh...
>"Well... do you think you can prepare in such a short amount of time?"
>You think back to the face on that one boy's face back in in auditorium when you... did what you did.
I... think i might be able to... but i need to be able to come up with something big.
>"Well, how about you go through your fathers stuff?"
YOU'LL LET ME?
>"Heheheh, well... i think you're old enough now. I'm sure he would say so as well if he were still here." she says with a smile.
>You look down and smile a bit.
>Your dad used to be a really good magician.
Thanks mom...
>"You'll do great Trixie dear, just look through his books. You'll think of something."
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>Well, it's friday.
>And it's your time to shine.
>You found something great in your dad's old books.
>Something that ought to wow the crowd.
>welp, lets get going.
>...
>Your feet aren't moving.
>OH GOD YOUR FEET AREN'T MOVING!
>"Nervous?" asks that boy from the other day.
Y-yeah...
>"Well, don't be. You got something great planned right?"
Yeah...
>"Then go out there and show them what makes you the Great and Powerful Trixie." he says pushing you towards the stage with your props.
>You are put in front of everyone.
>The whole auditorium is packed.
>Oh god why did he do that?
>"Introducing Trixie the Great and Powerful! She will now wow you with her magic and illusions! Everyone give it up for TRIIIIXIIIIE!" yells the announcer.
>The crowd starts to cheer.
>Oh, that's why he did that.
>You stare at the crowd.
>The clapping and cheers stop.
>Okay Trixie, let's go.
BEHOLD, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!
>You take out your wand in a puff of smoke and sparks.
>The crowd claps a bit.
>You roll your prop cart near you.
FOR MY FIRST TRICK, I WILL REQUIRE TWO VOLUNTEERS.
>People start raising their hands.
>You're gonna need two skinny people for this one.
>Oh, there's two.
>And they're right next to each other.
YOU TWO IN THE BACK WITH THE DUCK LIPS, COME ON UP!
>The crowd starts to laugh.
>Oh fuck, you just insulted two of your classmates.
>My bad...
>They come down to the stage, you help them up.
I WILL NEED YOU BOTH TO HOLD HANDS.
>They do so.
>You cuff them.
PLEASE SHOW THE CROWD THAT YOU ARE HANDCUFFED. PULL AGAINST IT TO SHOW THEM YOU ARE REALLY LOCKED TOGETHER.
>They pull and start to freak out.
DO NOT WORRY, FOR THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE CAN FIX THIS!
>With slide of hand, and a button built into both cuffs, you make them disappear.
>The crowd applause.
>You help the girls back down.
>Onto the next trick then.
>You take out the vase full of flowers.
THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE WILL NOW SHOW YOU HOW MUCH OF A GREEN THUMB SHE HAS.
>You tap the vase twice.
>More and more flowers pop up.
>Basically you rigged the bottom of the vase to a holster underneath that shoots up more flowers.
>The crowd starts to applaud even more.
>You feel like this isn't so bad.
>You put one trick after another, putting more and more smiles on the faces of the crowd.
>This is great.
>This is what you wanted.
>This is-
>"THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE EVERYBODY, GIVE HER A HAND!" says the announcer.
>OH FUCK YOU WASTED YOUR TIME LIMIT.
WAIT, BEFORE I LEAVE THE STAGE, I HAVE ONE LAST BIG TRICK.
>You wait for the announcer to say it's cool.
>"One last trick, and then on to the next talent!"
>Thank you random announcer guy.
>Time to really show the crowd how great and powerful you are.
FOR MY LAST TRICK, I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU ALL JUST ONE THING.
>You step onto the prop cart.
DON'T BLINK.
*BOOM*
>The only thing everyone can see is pyrotechnics, confetti, and monopoly money because you ran out of confetti.
>You didn't disappear, all you did was put yourself inside the prop cart.
>You hear them all cheer and "woooo".
>You use the gears withing the cart to move it by itself to the curtains.
>That ought to give them another wow.
>You check through the peephole to make sure no one is there,
>When you know it's clear, you get out of the cart and-
>"Wow, that show was amazing." said the boy.
>You look at him.
>"W-what? Was it something i said?"
Seriously, what's you name?
>"I can't tell you my name, you'll think i'm an asshole. I'm actually glad you don't know me."
>...
You're that racist boy the school's always talking about aren't you?
>"I'm NOT a racist!"
So then it is you. Norman was it?
>".... yeah... Norman..." he says looking away.
>So this is why he didn't tell you.
>He didn't want you to think one of your fan's was a shitty person.
Thanks for pushing me onto the stage. I probably wouldn't have gone on if it weren't for you.
>"I uh... your welcome..." he says scratching his head.
>He looks a little flustered.
>He must really be a big fan.
>That's actually kind of cute.
So tell me more about how you aren't a racist. I'd like to get to know the great and powerful fan of Trixie.
>You want to know about the boy who actually got you through all of this.