Sparkle

by Shadow Lexis

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Comedy
Length: 311

Twilight Sparkle has a problem

Twilight Sparkle has a problem.
Singing has been one of her secret passions for years. She only sings when she is alone but one day Spike catches her red-hoofed. He urges her to participate in the Ponyville Talent Show. Originally she tries to weasel out but she eventually caves.
She signs up and the night of the big show is here. She immediately regrets her decision. There's no getting out of it now. Tonight's show is a fall or shine, but Twilight is determined to sparkle.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-28 22:58:57 UTC

Tonight, It's all About You!

What was I thinking.

I'm nervous. Very nervous. I can feel the sweat trailing underneath my mane. Of course, that might have something to do with the blazing stage lights.

I look around at my competitors. Trixie is there, of course, Rarity too. I can see Derpy, Zecora, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. Behind them are Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. When I see Fluttershy, I know I'm screwed.

Ms. Cherilee is on stage welcoming everypony. How can she be so calm! My mane is starting to stick to my forehead. I am so high strung that I jump when Spike leans over to wipe the sweat away.

"Relax, Twilight," he soothes. It doesn't work.

I look at the judges. The Mayor, Lyra and Octavia sit craning their necks and trying to get a peek at the contestants.

Cherilee is almost finished. I look at my number again. Number two. Great.

Spike shoves a cup of water under my mouth. I don't question him, I just drink it. I was feeling better. Maybe I could do this. I hear the stomping of almost every pony in Ponyville and all my new-found confidence evaporates.

Spike abandons me as Rarity goes on. She's sings and she's amazing. Her, normally, annoying, superficial voice was the perfect pitch as she sang a song about dresses. Come to think of it, I've heard her sing it before. Something about the Art of the Dress. I don't know. I don't want to know because she's finished.

I trot miserably onto the stage and all the noise stops. I look up at the hundreds of judgemental eyes staring back. I remember what Spike told me just before we left the library. "Tonight is all about you, Twi." I hate him for that.

I take a deep breath and open my mouth...