Bronies, Unite!

“Gah!” I yell out, clutching my heart like it’s about to jump out of my chest.  ‘What… What just happened?’ I ask myself, shocked.

I let my heart calm down and try to focus on the fading face that was in my dream.  I grab hold of the memory, placing it in a box in my mind.  ‘I won’t forget this dream.  Not this time… Mum.’

I sit up, closing my eyes, wiping away the loose tears and take a large breath.  I decide I best go investigate this ‘Big Top Bonanza’ – After all, what've I got to lose?

I set off walking towards the large tent sticking out above nearly every rooftop, knowing this must be what the posters are all going on about.

After a few minutes, I’m there.  I push the very large, yellow and pink curtain, open to reveal an enormous centralized stadium with a band playing what seems to be either an opening song, or a closing song.  What seems like millions of ponies are all covering the stands, leaving no place to sit down.   ‘Oh well’ I think, ‘Mustn't have been that great anyway.’  I start to head out, opening the curtain like before but I feel some sort of stick on my shoulder.  I instantly spin my head round looking at a quite tall penguin in a suit and red bow tie standing behind me.

Before I can say a word, a large booming voice echoes around the tent, “WE HAVE A VOLUNTEER!” and suddenly there is uproar of gasps followed by the clapping of millions of hooves, screaming at each other.  Before I have a chance to say anything, I’m lifted into the air on what I know is not a stick but in fact a very large cane.  He lifts me that high I end up on the tip of it, about 100ft from the ground.  I try to open my wings to fly down but they’re stuck yet again.  I freeze to the spot not wanting to move as the thought of looking down and suddenly falling to my death frightens my very soul.

A pair of hooves grabs under my very own and I’m lifted on top a rope, now even higher than before.  I restrict myself from looking down, looking at the pony that lifted me onto this rope.  I don’t know how it’s even possible for me to balance in such a way but somehow I’m doing it anyway.  I push up a bit and take in my environment.  I feel shell shocked – I can’t even remember how I came to be here anymore, all I know is I don’t want to look down and the male pony seems to be holding out a hoof to me.  He is completely white, like me; however his mane and tail are tucked away under what seems to be a very tight suit.  I reach out, again still somehow maintaining my balance but before I can hold onto it he does a back flip, landing perfectly on the rope once again.

I take a few steps forward – The pony gives me a nod and I assume he’s saying for me to attempt a backflip.  The crowd are all still in a modest uproar but it seems they have seem him nod and they’re now all expecting me to do the same.  A slow chanting starts to form of ‘flamer’, first starting with but only a few ponies but now the entire stands are chanting as one.

I take a deep sigh, whispering ‘I can’t do it’ under my breath, however apparently loud enough for the pony in the suit to do it.  I look up at him and notice him smiling through his costume, trying to encourage me.

“Come on man, give it a shot.  You got wings anyhow!” She says, astonishing me.

“Ugh, fine.  What’s the worst that can happen?”