A Very Special Canterlot High Holiday.

"Ahhh! No! No! No! Wrong, all of you are not what I'm looking for." Ms. Photo Finish said as she looked at all the males auditioning for the title role in her Christmas play, Edward Scissorhands. On stage had gathered Flash sentry, Earth Lover, Atom Link, and several others, yet not one of them was in the eyes of the drama teacher/play director the perfect Edward Scissorhands. The auditorium stage had been set designed to currently resemble the mansion from the original film. Tim Burton's vision of gothic architecture, winding spiral staircases, and cobwebbed up machinery. There was even a recreation of Edward's bedroom with the lonely creation's collage of idealistic beauty. Flas tried to recite the familiar words on set in Edward's iconic costume. he stepped across the stage his namesake scissor hands clicking as he tried to please Ms. Photo Finish.

''Don't go,'' pause for Peg's lines then ''I'm not finished.'' but Ms. Photo Finish only scoffed again in disapproval.

''No, no, I want more anguish, more pain, the loneliness, the isolation, it needs to truly show, you all have been born into privilege and good fortune, Edward Scissorhands is a tortured soul longing to belong and be accepted, is there not one young man amoung you that has know lonesomenessand meloncholy?'' She asked face palming herself in despair. She didn't know it, but such a Young man WAS amoung them. He sat high up in the catwalks over the stage, his eyes looking sadly to the sketch of Edward in his book, a sketch he'd been working on since the boys had lined up for auditions. Looked a lot like Edward, the same never seen the sun white skin, the long black hair, his sad puppy dog eyes, he practically WAS Edward Scissorhands.

However his name was Brandon Crowe. Brandon sat on the rafters of the auditorium, looking down at them all sadly, Brandon was a bit of loner, but like the titular Edward, he too longed to be amoung the others, to belong with them and be accepted for who he was. Like Edward, he had that shy awkwardness that kept him from trying to fit in. He often wondered if the others of the student body WOULD accept him as one of their own. Ultimately resulting in him being not unlike the very role Ms. Photo Finish was desiring for. He watched from his perch as Rarity, the girl who landed the part of Kim Boggs, tried her best to console Ms. Photo Finish.

''There, there Ms. Finish, I'm sure there must be someone here with what you're looking for in Edward. She said patting the back of the drama teacher confidingly. Ms. Finish only sighed heavily as she clapped her hands together.

''Okay everyone lunch, we'll try again in twenty minutes.'' and she uncapped her bottle of bare naked smoothie and took a long drawn out drink. Rarity turned from her teacher and admired the set. She walked along the dark halls and was almost instantly transported to the imaginative world of Tim Burton. As a little girl Rarity had been fascinated with creative and intricate worlds, from suburbia mixed with dark castles, to colonial villas and Victorian London. She ran her hands along the ghost like statue on the stair, and she looked up.

''Hello?'' She called out softly making Brandon recoil a bit on the catwalks. ''It's okay you know, I know you're up there dearie, but you don't have to be afraid of me.'' She said to the shy boy's eyes in the darkness. ''My name's Rarity darling...do you have a name?'' Little did Rarity know, Ms. Finish was watching the two up in her stage rafters, and she liked what she saw.

''You there,'' she said to the boy in charge of the music, the original movie soundtrack would sync up to its corresponding scene in the play. ''Hit the Ice Dance composition, I think my prayers have been answered.'' She watched as Brandon slowly crawled from the high shadowy catwalks, his sketchbook out like in front of him like a shield. Rarity took in his pale complexion, his slightly sunken eyes, and sad yet very longing and expressive they looked.

''Oh hello there darling, please don't be afraid, I mean no harm.'' she said holding her slender and delicate hand out to him rubbing her fingers together as she'd done with her cat opalescence many, many times prior.

''I'm nervous,'' was all he could say. Looked at her his hands holding the sketchbook shaking hard.

''Why darling? you have nothing to be afraid of around me you know, oh but where are my manners darling, my name is Rarity...do you have a name?'' She said with a playful and caring giggle.

''It's...Brandon, Brandon Crowe, I like to draw.'' He said as he slowly opened his sketchbook up for her. ''That's why I'm nervous, I'm nervous you won't like my drawings...oh I'm going too quick, aren't I?'' Brandon said recoiling a bit. Rarity only blushed and took the sketchbook and opened it to the first page, a drawing of Jack Skellington and the town of Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas, then Barnabus Collins from Dark Shadows, then a Mars Attacks alien.

''mmmhmmm yes, darling you have quite a talent here, Is Burton your favorite film maker?'' She asked admiring the shy boy's drawings.

''Kinda, I like his work a lot but I draw other things too.'' Rarity then saw a talk man with a goat like pointed beard abd chin in a stripped suit, then three solemn looking children, a baby, a teenage girl, and a boy with thick glasses. ''Count Olaf and the Baudelaire Orphans, you like it?'' he asked his lips finally curling into a smile.

''You're very talented darling, tell me.'' She said reaching out and touching his cheek gently, the warmth of her girl hand so...unknown to him, never had he felt something so gentle, so tender and delicate on his face.

''I can't.'' He said as Rarity gently caressed his chin. ''I'm afraid no one will like my work or they'll laugh at me.'' he said a single tear streaking his eye.

''Now that is raw emotional passion, such sadness, such angst such...''

''Could you just shut up and watch?'' Flash said angrily as the crescendo of Ice dance began to build.

''Now Darling, I'm not laughing at your drawings am I? I think they are...beautiful.'' She said placing the sketchbook back in his hands.

''No...you're not.'' Brandon said gazing into Rarity's big sapphire eyes. ''Rarity?'' He asked her softly.

''Yes Darling?'' She replied smiling at him as her eyes gleamed and glimmered like gems.

''you're in the play aren't you?'' he asked her smiling back.

''Yes of course I am, I play the girl who lost Edward to the unchanging world he belonged too, just...two different worlds not meant to beeee!'' she cried in surprise as little white flecks of styrofoam, plastic beans, and white confetti began to rain down on her.

''It's okay Rarity, its just the prop snow for...the ice dance scene.'' he said suddenly realizing the music playing over the speaker system.

''I think I know what this calls for.'' She said her long eyelashes fluffing with the white flecks as she closed them, raised her hands over her head and began to dance in the ''snow.'' He looked at her as she danced and looked at peace on the stage, Brandon enraptured by the dancing girl's beauty. Photo Finish's eyes watered as she rose and applauded what she saw.

''Bravo bravo! perfection and brilliance! Sheer brilliance!'' she screamed wishing she had roses to throw. ''Ladies and gentleman, I have found my Edward Scissorhands!'' She said as if she found nirvana. Brandon was only taken aback in shock.

''Me?! Edward Scissorhands?! me!?'' he said as Rarity smiled and nodded at him but for some reason...he didn't smile back. Untill it all began to sink into him.