The crowd roars. I strut onto the stage like a show pony, sleek, elegant and staged. The lights pour down on me, arrays of pink, purple and yellow flood my vision. It should be blinding, but right here right now things are as clear as ever. 'Hello Manhattan!' I boom, spreading my arms like a glitter angel. This is my moment, my time to shine like the mirrorball as it hangs, waiting for the party to start, like the moon on a clear night sky, like a- Then I saw her. Olivia, her brown eyes staring into mine, reading me like a diary, her hair is pinned back into a messy bun, and she sports her signature purple cowboy hat, she's so beautiful, she puts Aphrodite to shame. I can't focus, I swallow, the opening notes of pink pony club or god knows what play. Right here right now, she's the only one i see, through the lights and the costumes. She's my ponystar
