FAME!: For ponies

In a small room in the attic of a miniature mansion, a small purple dragon sits at the window. Spike stares out his window staring at the street willing the mail pony to come deliver his destiny. He twiddles his fingers and his tail twitches every time a pony comes down the street. Because of today, is the day. He has dreamt of this day ever since he auditioned to get into Canterlot P.A. He would major in music, of course, he would play the piano. He was passionate about piano and dreamed to find a songwriting partner or make a band. This summer had been spent wishing that he would stand out starting ninth grade. He was hoping and hoping he would make P.A. and not have to face the shame of CHS. Being a budding artist, he knew he could. It was just a matter of- wait! The mail pony! Spike leaped out of his skin. He grabbed it and raced down the stairs. He ran faster than he had ever run to get to the mailbox. He threw the door open and bounded onto the street. He stopped at his mailbox giving the mail pony quite a fright.

"Spike." He said. "202 Canterlot Avenue. Spike. Got anything for me?"

He stared at the brown stallion expectantly as he was handed a stack of magazines. The mail pony backed away as Spike dug into the pile and pulled out a manila envelope just the right size for a certificate of acceptance. He tore it open.

"I MADE PA!"

Rarity stood at her mailbox fluffing up he mane and adding more sequins to her golden shoes. They glinted in the sunlight and blinded pedestrians. She pulled off her sweatshirt as the sun rose in the sky. She was wearing a brilliant tank top that rivaled the glitz of her shoes. She fluffed up her golden tutu and trotted about the mailbox expectantly. Rarity wanted to be famous. She wanted to be famous FAST. Instant fame. She wanted ponies to say

"There she goes! Rarity! Not the movie, not the opera, but the real live pony!"

And if she made P.A., those dreams would come true. She resorted to twirling in the sunlight for a little bit and almost missed the mail pony as he slid letters into her mailbox.

"GAH!"

She squealed as she saw a manila envelope go into the box. She rushed forward and ripped the letter from his brown hoof before he had even put it in the bag. Mercilessly, she tore it open and jumped up and down causing her sequins to create a miniature sun that blinded the mail pony.

"I MADE P.A.!"

Rainbow Dash sat with her headphones blaring on the living room couch. As she pounded her head to her bass beats, a brown stallion delivered a manila envelope to her mailbox. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a stallion leave. Coolly, she stood up and trotted outside. Her rainbow mane blew in the subtle breeze as she dusted chip crumbs of her legs. She switched the volume off on her headphones and started break dancing down to the mailbox. As she opened the door, she saw a manila envelope with her name on it. Slowly, it dawned on her. If this was what she thought it was, she could introduce a whole new style of dance. Picking up her pace, she tore the envelope open and let it fall to the ground.

"I MADE P.A.!"

Fluttershy was reading Romeo and Juliet the day her destiny was delivered to her in a manila envelope. She wanted to be an actress. She wanted to play Juliet. She wanted to star in an epic love story of her own. P.A. could help her achieve that. For the thousandth time, she was reading her favorite parts in old Shakespeare's love story. Romeo and Juliet were by far her favorite characters. She stared wistfully out her window, pretending that she was Juliet. Sitting on a balcony, a lover below her calling her name. A brown stallion. A brown stallion? Where did that come from? The mail pony! Fluttershy dropped her book and flew outside.

"Is there anything for me?" She zoomed up to the stallion's face and interrogated him as he pulled out a single manila envelope addressed to her.

She gasped and hugged the envelope to the chest as she twirled in the air. Then, she took a deep breath and opened it. Praying for her love scene to begin.

"I MADE P.A.!"

Starlight Glimmer grimaced as the peanut butter commercial interrupted her TV programming. Disgusted, she changed the channel. Her smiling self, holding a jar of peanut butter haunted her. Everyone said she got this whole stardom thing gifted to her on a silver platter but to her, being in that commercial just made her a fool. Her agent might think she was gonna make it in the big leagues because of it, but she didn't want to. She wanted to make real magic on the stage. She wanted to be an actress. Not just some random girl who advertised filly nut peanut butter for life. And today was the day that could make or break this dream. Today, she had sat patiently. Today, the mail pony would come and seal her hopes in one sealed manila envelope.

"Filly nut peanut butter! One taste-"

With that, Starlight turned the TV off and snorted. Sighing, she stood up to go get a drink of water, when she saw him. The brown stallion that delivered the Monday mail, had just come to her mailbox. Hurriedly, she scurried outside and curtly greeted the mail pony. Squealing, she opened the box and pulled out an envelope for her. With her left hoof, she slid a letter out of the envelope.

"I MADE P.A.!"

Pinkie Pie was gorging herself on more and more cupcakes each day. This aspiring dancer was eating her weight in them every day. She had tried diet after diet to no avail. If she made Canterlot P.A., she knew that they could give her a plan so that she could dance her hear out, eat her heart out, and still be in shape. She sighed as she opened a box of vanilla cupcakes and looked up at the sky.

"Oh Celestia, help me find a way to-"

But she was cut off by the sound of hooves clopping on the cobblestone street. Dropping her box of cupcakes, she scampered out to greet the mail pony a few houses down and said to him,

"Pinkie Pie. Got anything for me? From Canterlot P.A.?"

The brown stallion rolled his eyes and pulled out a manila envelope for her. Her big blue eyes lit up like they did when she saw chocolate cake as she opened the letter.

"I MADE P.A.!"

Bon-Bon trotted out to her mailbox with her drum sticks in hand. Smiling all the way down the driveway, she waved down the mail pony and received a single manila envelope.

"I MADE P.A.!"

Lyra scooted open the mailbox door and opened her manila envelope.

"I MADE P.A.!"

Cheese Sandwich bounded into his house and broke Boneless's eardrums as he screamed,

"I MADE P.A.!"

And just like that, the next class of possible stars was about to embark on a four-year journey of hope, sweat, food, glitz, glam, love, and at the end of the day, FAME!