She was trying. Really she was. But with her kind nature being coupled with who she was trying to help, Fluttershy found it to be a troubling mixture. The teen sat in front of one of the school library's computer monitors, tapping idly one finger against the keyboard. In all honesty, she really wanted to make something nice for Trixie since she put so much faith into Fluttershy's work. But... It was Trixie, after all. Fluttershy's eyes stuck to the periodically blinking cursor on her screen, frustrated with herself that it wasn't moving.

"Come on, Fluttershy... You can do this. Trixie is counting on you to pull a flyer together for her band. You didn't exactly sign up for this, I'll admit; but she is still counting on you. You have your own band to worry about, but she looked so desperate for help. Ohhh! I don't know what to do..." Fluttershy mentally struggled with herself.

She took a small lean back in her chair to look at what of the flyer she manged to finish so far. Much to her grown fluster, outside of the headline of it and a few clip art pictures of musical instruments and a school photograph of Trixie in the background, there was next to nothing. No thrilling catch-all to bring people into it. No reason for anyone to even give it a look. It was just a static posture of a student who many of the students had a grudge against. Fluttershy put her hands to the back of her head and brought herself down to lay against the table, letting her pink hair sprawl out against the keyboard.

"If I could manage just one real catch for Trixie, I could get them to at least go see her. I truly, honestly, fully believe that Trixie will do well on filling out her promise to make-up with those people. So, I just need to get them there," A new determination filled Fluttershy and she sat back up to type out on the computer.

However, it was as her finger hit they keyboard that Fluttershy realized there really was only one thing she could write in Trixie's favor. Fluttershy was careful and particular about how she worded what she wrote on this point; she didn't want to seem to be against her own team or favoring Trixie's. If anything, she just wanted to give Trixie the boost she would need to get herself off the ground. Finishing it up with a few final clicks, Fluttershy read it back to herself with a small smile of accomplishment about her on a job well done.

The always interesting Trixie takes to the stage in the hopes of besting such school bands as "The Five Elements", "The Sentinels", "CMC", "Bassist and Drummer", and our own school directed band in this year's Battle of the Bands. As a new entry, she has much to show at the show. If interested in joining her band, attend to seeing her in Music Room 3.

Fluttershy was pretty impressed with herself. This flyer didn't show favoritism, it didn't talk down Trixie, and it seemed pretty professional. It may have very well been her best work on a flyer in months. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and nodded to herself after a final mental read of the flyer. When she undid her arms from her chest, she took the mouse in one hand and moved to print out the flyer for Trixie. That was when something hit Fluttershy and she started to worry.

"Oh no..." she murmured, "what if that many bands scare people off from helping? No-no-no, I don't want people to feel too scared to help Trixie. She'll think I did that on purpose..." Fluttershy cringed a little bit at her 'mistake'. "With so many other bands on the flyer, no one will want to go against them..." she quickly highlighted over a few of the band names she listed, "I'll just get rid of a few so no one gets--"

"What do we have here?" Fluttershy squeaked like a mouse and froze up in her chair when she heard a voice start up from behind her. Before she could make a move to look, flee, or do whatever she was going to do, a hand shot out around Fluttershy and tilted the computer screen back. "Uh-huh... Someone's balling up to tackle the headliner, huh? Gutsy... And something I want to help with..." Fluttershy balled herself up a little bit in her seat as whoever was behind her leaned over the back of her chair and looked closer at the flyer screen, "Music Room Three? Alright. Thanks, Fluttershy."

Fluttershy couldn't speak a word in the time it took for her chair to fall back onto its four legs, the screen to reset itself back, and for the person who was looking over her shoulder to leave the library in the blaze of a run. As random as whatever just happened was, Fluttershy felt a little relieved once she fixed herself back up. "Well... At least my flyer got someone's attention for Trixie... I-I should probably still print this off though..." she gave herself a mixed reaction before printing off the flyer and shutting down her computer right after.

I'm something of an athlete a lot would say. Fast, strong, agile, flexible, responsive, attentive; you name it. But, there's just one thing in the world keeping me down. Someone standing on my shoulders... Someone beating me out for every team in this school. I'm not a poor sport in anyway... But I do hate losing. I really hate losing... So, maybe Trixie can scratch my back on this one. I help her with her band, she helps me get the one-over on someone.

Everyone wins. Right? Just you wait "Five Elements", I'm about to knock you down to Earth faster than you can spit.