Magic? HAH! If it hadn't been brought to my own eyes, I still would have believed in it. By what other force could someone such as myself -The Great and Powerful Trixie- have possible come to be? One with such grace, divinity, and above all stage presence. I am truly a marvel for all eyes; of this world or any other. Surely. Alas, from what my great eavesdropping has come to tell me, that 'portal' to this 'other world' has been closed. No matter, The Great and Powerful Trixie has plenty of time to impress other worldly creatures with her majesty some other time. For now, I still hold a stake in this high-school. A small, three and a half grade point, long listed stake...

No matter... again... Sunset Shimmer had an... 'interesting' approach to reaching her goals; whatever they may have been. Conquest of all life with the aid of other worldly magic and twisted forces? The Great and Powerful Trixie can understand this. However, the execution of this was not done to how Trixie would have done it. Oh no... if her failing and subsequent punishment could serve as anything, it serves me as a cautionary tale. If I can conquer this school with my bare hands -or my great and powerful talent tree-, than there will be no limit to what I can conquer in this world of magic that would be at my disposal.

...The logic of all this makes sense to Trixie; she does not see what you find so difficult to follow in it. Moving on though; yes, I shall conquer this school within the means they have offered me. If I may best them within the realms of their own at a spectacular display of pizzazz and razzle-dazzle, the path of conquest within another world would greatly be assured... Again, I fail to see how this does not make sense to some people. Now than, what field shall I shame the flock of foolish flounders in?

Fall Formal princess? No... It would be a year until the next running. Besides, any other contest like that is a glorified meat market that I would be ashamed to be a part of... Also, last time I ran, I lost by ninety percent. The Great and Powerful Trixie would call hax or shenanigans on it, but she is better than that.

Championing a sports team to Nationals? Impossible... The Great and Powerful Trixie lacks muscle tone as well as stamina. The last time she ran a mile, she had to call paramedics halfway out of the starting line to pick her up. Again though, I place the blame on Haterade; the bottle promised me that I would be sweating green energy! Cursed marketing ploys...

Perhaps running for School Representative? Once more, I will say no. Such a display would limit me from showcasing my natural talents and abilities... Plus, the Great and Powerful Trixie refuses to become a political puppet. She saw the movie 'Eliminator'; she knows what happens when you get too nosey in the political organization. It also doesn't help that I loathe public speaking. Well... rehearsed public speaking.

Sports, politics, popularity... none can be used to sky-rocket me to my ultimate goals of conquest of other worlds. There must be some way to... to... control these flocked teen minds. Such as how that Twilight Sparkle did. Such magnificent manipulation she had over everyone. Once she began singing and piecing together those musical--SCOT!

THAT'S IT! How could I have been so easily blinded! There is but one way to control the teen minds and rule a high school to complete your diamond plan of taking over an entire alternate universe. And that's--

The cafeteria sounded with the loud, thundering bang of a palm against the plastic of a table. Following soon after it was the almost light shifting of a piece of paper against dry air. The table the palm rested on now shuddered and bent at the metal holding it, forced to do so by the aggression of the attacker. The palm rested just before the tray of a startled Fluttershy who was just enjoying a selection of fruits. Fluttershy's startled eyes were met first by the showing of the paper the palm displayed, than by the piercing eyes of the wielder; Trixie. "A battle of the bands!" Trixie announced with a sinister tone accompanied by a devious grin.

Fluttershy, unaware of what Trixie was talking about, why Trixie slammed at her table in particular, and why Trixie was talking to her specificity just hung low to her tray and munched at a few cuts of apple, letting Trixie just have her way. "Yes, Fluttershy. This is indeed a flawless plan. I shall enter this battle of the bands, astound all the students with my musical prowess, and lay conquest to all within these walls! It's foolproof!"

A mustering swallow came from Fluttershy. Sure, Trixie wasn't her friend, they never have had a single moment together, and to Fluttershy's recollection, Trixie had never once taken one of her fliers; but she still felt she had to help this girl before she made a fool out of herself. "Umm.. Trixie...?" her voice came meek, but Trixie still gave her an attentive gleam, "I... I really, really, really don't mean any offence when I say this, but... There are at least three other well known bands in our school..."

"Yes, yes. I am well aware. Flash and his crew, your friends plus yourself, and those three little rug-rats," Trixie listed off calmly, "All of which will be fine challengers, but I shall lay them to defeat soon enough."

"Oh, well... I'm sure you'll do great, but..." Fluttershy bit her tongue, not wanting to spoil Trixie's good mood.

"But? What but could there possibly be?"

Then, just like that, it all came crashing down on Trixie like a hot stack of fresh bricks. "You... kind of... need a... band. And, to be perfectly honest with you Trixie, in your years of going to this school. Well... I don't think there's a single bridge you haven't burned down yet." Fluttershy hurriedly picked up her backpack and scampered out away from the table, leaving Trixie standing there in a stunned state.