Post by Stellaluna on Sept 1, 2004 10:20:52 GMT -5
(con't from outer edges)
Beebop walked into the Ponyville Center Stage. Ever since Yama had told him to be his mage, he figured he'd better stick close by in case he needed his assistance. That meant staying in Poniville. He didn't completely dispise the town. It just felt different compared to what he was used to, and Roxanne had been his only friend so far around here. He remembered her noting she managed the theater so it was the only place he had any interest going to.
His tail swished as he saw the stage. For some reason he was...drawn to it. He walked closer and closer to it until his was looking right up at it. Suddenly he thought he heard a voice or two backstage and his first insinct was to become transparent.
Then the invisible stallion stepped up onto the stage and started out at the rows of seats in front of him. A wierd feeling came over him. He imagined the empty seats filled with ponies of all ages, and they were cheering. I wide grin would have appeared on his face had it been able to be seen. For a moment he wished he was an actor. He imagined the stage lights on him...and he liked it.
Suddenly everything faded away. What was he thinking? He wasn't born for the stage.
Beebop walked into the Ponyville Center Stage. Ever since Yama had told him to be his mage, he figured he'd better stick close by in case he needed his assistance. That meant staying in Poniville. He didn't completely dispise the town. It just felt different compared to what he was used to, and Roxanne had been his only friend so far around here. He remembered her noting she managed the theater so it was the only place he had any interest going to.
His tail swished as he saw the stage. For some reason he was...drawn to it. He walked closer and closer to it until his was looking right up at it. Suddenly he thought he heard a voice or two backstage and his first insinct was to become transparent.
Then the invisible stallion stepped up onto the stage and started out at the rows of seats in front of him. A wierd feeling came over him. He imagined the empty seats filled with ponies of all ages, and they were cheering. I wide grin would have appeared on his face had it been able to be seen. For a moment he wished he was an actor. He imagined the stage lights on him...and he liked it.
Suddenly everything faded away. What was he thinking? He wasn't born for the stage.