Listening to a Friend

At this point of day there was no more sun in the sky, the moon just barely rising. You are following Ditzy to the show that she claimed will "blow your mind". Doubtful, very doubtful. The two of you are standing at the front of a crowd, the Wonderbolts brought you to the show before anypony else just to be in the front. Around you everypony is cheering their lungs out, especially the cyan pony next to you. You look over to see if you recognize them, you do.

The cyan pony is none other than Rainbow Dash, one of the weather ponies for Ponyville, the biggest fan of the Wonderbolts. Of course she's in the front of the crowd. You look back up to the stage, ready for the show to begin.

The stage is dimly lit with lights of gold and red; all around the crowd comes to a staggering hush. You hear Rainbow Dash squeal in joy even before the show starts. You hear a voice come from behind the stage, the announcer.

"Fillies and gentlecolts, are you all ready for the best night of your lives?" As he says this the roar of cheering rises up from the almost silence of before. They were obviously ready. "Great! Because the Wonderbolts have a new recruit full of life and energy, put your hooves together for Shooting Star!" The cheers in the crowd, to your surprise, grow even louder than not even six seconds ago. You look up to see your new friend come before the audience right when she flies out from behind the stage. Her yellow mane resembles what she was named after; a shooting star, she does a few tricks and spins by herself before making her landing. There is a large amount of cheering for the newcomer to the Wonderbolts.

It was now the announcer's time once more. "Now, welcome our veterans; Soarin' and Spitfire!" The lights start to dim down and you look to the stage, expecting a similar performance to Shooting Star's. A crack of thunder from almost directly above you catches your, and almost everyone else's, attention bringing them to silence. There is a gathering of storm clouds above you, seeming to be holding onto the next. Flashes of lightning are making their own show inside of the thunderclouds, seeming to want to upstage the Wonderbolts. But to your surprise you hear a voice from inside one of the clouds.

"Let's go!" Following soon after these words a song that you aren't able to recognize begins to play, a signal for the clouds to change in shape to become a lightning bolt. Out of the cloud two flashes of colour burst, both blue, one holding a streak of darker blue, the other with orange. The two, now recognizable by their colours, twist around each other, leaving behind a helix of smoke and lightning. The lights from the stage shoot up to them, reflecting off their suits and manes more, almost blinding you. You shield your eyes with a hoof and almost in the same second you hear a loud cheer from the crowd, so you look once more. You see Spitfire careening down toward the ground, everyone thinks that she is diving. She isn't.

She is obviously falling, blinded by the light that did the same to you. The rainbow-maned pony next to you noticed this as well, so she tries to fly in to save her, but is held down by everyone else in the crowd. You glance at her and back up to Spitfire, almost panicking until you see how high up she is. You let out a sigh of relief and push your way out through the crowd as fast as you can. When you are outside of the crowd you spread your wings and take off.

You aren't as fast as any of the Wonderbolts or Rainbow Dash, but still, you will make it to Spitfire in time. You flap your wings as hard as you can, churning the air around them to propel yourself through the air. You look directly in front of you to make sure that you don't crash into any obstacles. To your surprise there aren't any obstacles at all, it's a straight shot to the stage; you take this chance to observe your surroundings. Below you the crowd is still watching Spitfire, expecting her to perform some sort of trick. You look ahead of yourself again to see that Spitfire is falling faster than before. You think that you can fly no faster, but still try, beating down the air underneath your wings with full force, it works. To your surprise you fly much faster than you've flown before. Still looking to Spitfire you notice that there isn't much distance between you and her, so you continue your wingbeats at the same strength and speed, unable to flap any harder.

As you get closer you hear the screams of Spitfire and the dissuasive comments of the crowd, Screams first, jeers later. you think. You now are but an inch away from her, you reach out for her with your neck. She notices you. The orange-maned pony reaches out and wraps her hooves around your neck, causing you to drop half a foot from the impact, but you recover. You look at her, she is clinging on for dear life and her eyes are still dilated from the light, causing you to feel sorry for her. You look around for a good place to land, which you find not four seconds after beginning your search, for the crowd had opened up for you.

You slow your flight for your descent, holding out your wings in a glide. You take a quick look at Spitfire and ask "Anything hurt aside from the obvious?"

She rolls her eyes, "Yes, my eyes obviously, but also my left wing, I think I sprained it or something." She let go of you and dropped to the ground. "Thanks."