The Ballad of The Great and Powerful Trixie Lulamoon
“Hello? Oh it's you. Do come in....Trixie thought that it would be appropriate that she personally thank you for your actions during her performance. Projectile tomatoes have been such a thorn in Trixie's side recently. It's such a shame for such a unicorn of talent such as the Great and Powerful Trixie to be insulted by those degenerates! Oh well, tis the showpony's curse. The next town will shower Trixie in roses. The one after that, tar and feathers. I would like to ask, why did you choose to help Trixie? Did her show truly dazzle you? Were you spellbound by the might of Trixie? Or did you see past the glitter and gloss, revealing the smoke and mirrors hidden beneath? That deep down inside the cold heart of that boastful, ruthless performer, was a little filly alone on her stage. Doing what she loves most. Yes, I can tell you see past my ruse. You, I don't need to perform for. At last the mask can be removed. In all my travels I have only met one other pony kind enough to let me be this honest......but he is long gone. I was not always this desperate , you know. I was a young happy filly, not a care in the world. But it was all taken from me. Leaving nothing but a hollow shell of my former self, carrying on with nothing but a promise from long ago. And that is a promise that I would risk my showmanship just to keep it. Hah. Look at me, rambling on like an old mare telling a bedtime story to her foals. My tale does not deserve to fall on innocent ears. No, my tale is a long and tragic one. A tale of love. A tale of youth. A tale of strife, and success. This is the tale of how a little filly, by the name of Lulamoon, came to be one of the most hated ponies in all of Equestria.
