The Greatest Show Part III: A MWaHG Story“Will there be anything else you require Trixie?”
“No, this is all. Thank you,” Trixie said as she fiddled around with getting her hat on just perfectly. The clown pony nodded. She was amazed that she was able to find another cape and hat set among her mentor’s stuff, although not exactly the same as her old ones. The cape was a royal purple with a gold trim, and so was the hat. This would do for now , but in time she would get an order out and get an exact replica of her old costume soon enough. The more simplistic look, while her mentor’s preference, had never held enough razzle-dazzle for her own attention grabbing needs.
“Very well then, I shall leave you to your preparations,” he said before taking his leave, making her now the sole occupant of O’Hooves former trailer. She shivered a little bit; those clowns just made her feel…off. The less time with them the better. Right now, however, she had a show to get ready for, a
The Greatest Show Part II: A MWaHG StoryTime Turner stood and watched as the events unfolded in front of him. In his mind it all seemed like a perfectly dandy idea; bring Trixie and her old mentor together for a touching reunion, help her remind her why she got into performing in the first place and all that. If that didn’t lift her spirits and help her realize her potential, why, he couldn’t think of anything else that would do the trick. It took some pushing on his part to convince Trixie (oh she was always so stubborn) to do so. But when Sleight O’Hooves opened the door, surprised and a slight break in his voice that Time Turner thought was a good sign, things seemed to go perfectly to plan. The fact that everything was going so smoothly should have been a warning to him as he stood in the back corner and watched.
“My dear Trixie, it is good to see you again,” Sleight said.
Simple enough of a statement but a good way to start the conversation Time Turner thought, noticing the slight quiver on
The Greatest Show Part I: A MWaHG StorySeveral Years Earlier
"Next up is Trixie Lulamoon. Trixie, would you please come in?"
From the waiting room Trixie could hear the sounds of a rather bored-sounding mare calling for her from the next room. Normally she would have been a bit more concerned about it, but right now her little-filly heart was pounding with excitement as she leaped off her chair and galloped towards the door. Never in her life did she think she would have actually gotten a chance to take the entrance exam for Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns. Smile beaming, she stood in the center of the room, staring up at the older ponies assembled to judge her. Over by the side of the room she could see her parents watching her, smiling and waving at her in encouragement.
Not that she felt like she needed it of course. After all, she was Trixie; a silly little exam wasn't going to stop her from proving she was the most magical unicorn that ever lived or at least that she was going to become
Dreams of a Musician Epilogue: A MWaHG StoryA Half-Hour Later
"Fleur! Fleur! My dear Fleur, are you alright? Did Violino hurt you in anyway?" Fancy Pants yelled as he ran towards his beloved Fleur, who was had been talking to the Royal Guard but immediately ran to embrace him.
"My darling Fancy Pants!" she cried as she began to gently nuzzle him as he put his forelegs around her neck, "I'm so sorry, but I couldn't help but come over once I heard his music, and it made me so happy to hear him play, but then I heard what he wanted to do and I just "
"Don't worry my dear, it's all over and you're safe. I thank Celestia that all that happened to you was that you got a little giddy."
The two continued to embrace as the barely conscious Violino was being dragged away to be taken to the dungeons to await trial. As he was brought past them, Fancy Pants looked up, anger in his eyes for a as he stopped the guards and turned his attention to Violino.
"You sir threatened my wife, attacked my newest acquaintances, and have insult
Dreams of a Musician Finale: A MWaHG StoryIn the quiet of the night, the only sounds that could be heard on the Mezza Voce estate was that of the rustling of bushes and the occasional grumble from the four ponies attempting to navigate through them. The loudest of such grumbling, however, came from Trixie, who was in the best position of all to complain as she crouched behind Time Turner as he looked out towards the mansion.
"So this was your master plan then, hiding in some bushes?" Trixie whispered, poking the brown stallion in the back as he moved back into the bushes.
"Well you really didn't think I was going to just go running in right through the front door now did you?" the Earth Pony said, his head going back out to observe.
"I still don't get why not? I mean it's four of us against one dude. We'd be able to beat down that door and take him down no problem with those odds," Vinyl complained, squished between Trixie on one side and Octavia on the other.
"Vinyl, I'm sure Time Turner here would prefer to not resort to vio
Dreams of a Musician Part 3: A MWaHG Story"So to make it perfectly clear then, we are completely lost," Trixie said with a huff. Time Turner simply gave a weak smile as he started looking at their surroundings, Octavia and Vinyl joining in with Trixie at staring at the brown Earth Pony.
"Eh, well, I wouldn't say we're necessarily lost. We are simply in-route to our destination and in need of readjustment," he replied.
"In other words, we are completely lost," Octavia said, her voice completely deadpan as she sat down on the ground, obviously tired from what was supposed to be a heroic charge to battle.
"Oh fine, if you want to see it in a negative light. Yes, we are completely lost. It's not my fault I actually don't know where Mezza Voce lives," Time Turner replied, his face now looking downward as if there was something really interesting in the ground.
To be fair, Trixie did realize they actually didn't know that information, but she had continued following after him, figuring that Time Turner might have known more than he
Dreams of a Musician Part 2: A MWaHG StoryIn a small nightclub in Canterlot
Trixie let out a relieved sigh as she finished off the last bit of her apple cider, the slightly tart taste of the beverage still on her tongue. After getting a chance to sit down and rest in the still relatively empty club, the nighttime crowd thankfully still not exactly out and about, her headache was just about gone.
"Alright now, you've had your drink. Please, tell me what is wrong," Time Turner said as he shifted in his cushioned seat, the small space between the back of the booth and the table looking a little tight for him from where Trixie was sitting. She just giggled a little, face slightly blushing as some of the other properties of the cider kicked in.
"I never noticed how pudgy you are Time Turner. Maybe you shouldn't have ordered those hay fries after all," she said, pointing a hoof at the brown stallion's stomach, grinning the whole time.
"Wha-Bu-I do a lot of run-I'm not that fat am I? No, wait, don't answer that, not the t