The Canterlot Minstrel Show

The curtains returned to hide the stage and light returned to the audience. Princess Celestia, as one would expect any pony to do in a show such as this, shifted uncomfortably in her seat and glanced at Twilight who was nose deep in the pamphlet again, jotting down notes in it with what appeared to be a splinter dipped in popcorn butter.

“Well Twilight that show was certainly” She paused for a moment before coming to a considerate adjective to use, “interesting. Wouldn’t you agree?”

The studious and busy alicorn quickly dropped the makeshift quill and looked up. “Oh yes, I especially liked the romance. And that speech that one character said was quite amazing!”

Princess Celestia chuckled, thinking back onto the scene in which the actor playing the farmer gave a performance which elicited joyous exclamations from the audience that could have shook the roof of the building before whining down into the whispers of awkward shuffling. “Yes Twilight, I agree. It was quite amazing.”

“What about you Princess, what do you think?”

The alicorn pondered for a moment and then replied “I’m sure it’ll all come together in the third act.”

Nervously, hoping to elude suspicions that she had not spent the last two acts editing the brochure, Twilight continued. “And I loved those costumes, such craft and skill!”

This created another giggle in the tall princess as she thought back to the farmer who was dressed in what appeared to be rags covered with dirt and a hat to hide the actor’s horn, although quite poorly. It also brought back the thought of the pegasus who had wings of craft paper and cardboard which stuck outwards and whacked the other actresses casually, all of such topped humorously with a head cloth that seemed foreign to a city environment, again to hide the unicorn actress’ horn.

Though this laughter did not comfort Twilight who kept applauding the play “And those set pieces? Just wow! I can see a lot of time and effort went into making those backgrounds!”

Princess Celestia smiled and shook her head, her chuckling subsiding as she remembered fondly of the massive backdrops which were drowned in paint that’s efforts at best could have been said to have been performed by a school filly or a particularly disabled adult. With mere stripes of green used to represent foliage which may have been stalks of beans or overgrown grass, and what appeared to be stick ponies for the pedestrians in the cityscape.

The chatter and train of thought were both cut short as the lights cut out and returned back to the stage, signaling the commencement of the show. The curtains drew back, and the actors re-appeared.