A Princess model

The grand premiere of 'Tales of Princess Candy Pink' is a week away and the whole of the artist quarter seems to be buzzing with anticipation. I don't quite understand why or how, but the Princess Stallion virus seems to have spread beyond the walls of the "singing stallion" and the concept seems to appeal to a lot of ponies. Even if it is rather confusing, I don't mind.

On the contrary, thanks to this, I know that my new personality is accepted and even appreciated. It probably also boosts my ego, which hasn't happened since the beginning of this adventure.

But let's go back a bit, to the big gala at the Grand Gallop. Unfortunately, it wasn't as magical as I had hoped. I felt more like a showcase on four legs than a princess going to the ball. I don't blame Brown for using me as a live commercial because the next play may be the last one in the theatre if it's not as successful as hoped. A lot of effort and resources have been invested in this performance. So I can understand that I am sacrificing a little for it.

Moreover, it's not unpleasant to have all this attention on me. After all, even if I had other plans to do so, I wanted to get this kind of popularity even if I was quickly left behind once the princesses Celestia and Luna were in the crowd. But it didn't matter, on the contrary, it was the beginning of the recreation for me and I could enjoy the petit-fours and the fireworks quietly before going home.

At the theatre, I feel as if the roles were reversed between Golden and me. Whereas he used to be the alpha male ready to call me out if I took a wrong step, now he seems more like a foal whose bad joke has gone too far.
I have often hesitated to torment him a little more, to be amused by his incomprehensible stammering when my lips are too close to his, or even to simply thank him for making my life much more colourful. But that's not my style. I think his condition is punishment enough for his bad behaviour towards me and the other members of the troupe.

And then… I don't know why, but I have the impression that he is trying to ask me to forgive him for everything he did to me. So I would be ungrateful to drag him through the mud. I like a stud who can admit his mistakes, I don't see why I should humiliate him for that. Besides, my mind is far too busy to think of revenge.
Recently, Brown Hooves, always on the ball, offered me the chance to model a brand new collection of dresses designed specifically for stallions who want to feel beautiful.

The "Poofy Madness Dress" collection, soon to be available at all the best dressmakers in town, is a way to show those who need it that they don't need to hide their inner mares. I have to say that I really like the concept and it's not like me to turn down a dress to add to my collection. So far, I can say that they deliver on their promises, I feel like a doll inside. At least it's taking the pressure off the big premiere because, even though I don't look it, I'm starting to get stage fright…