Cute!

This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for. It felt like his whole life – all nine years of it – had been leading up to this moment.
 
Ticket clenched firmly between his teeth, he pushed his way through the crowd – manoeuvring around baby carriages and ducking under pony’s legs – until he had a front row seat.
 
He felt his mother and father step in behind him, knowing he would want to share this moment – this one moment – of perfection.
 
“Fillies and gentlecolts!” cried the announcer. It was time! “Please join me in welcoming our beloved Princess Celestia!”
 
Her royal highness descended onto her waiting balcony and waved at the cheering crowd, her pastel coloured mane and tail billowing in a breeze which wasn’t there and making her look even more majestic than she already was.
 
But he hardly even noticed. He hadn’t come here for the princess.
 
“And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! Please give a warm welcome, performing in their hometown of Cloudsdale for the first time in three years… the WONDERBOLTS!!!”
 
YEESSSS!!!
 
See, this was what pegasi were meant to do! Gravity, shmavity, flying RULED! The way the blue-clad ponies dived and careened through the air as if they were rockets, leaving trails of crackling smoke behind them – how did they DO that? It was the most incredible thing in the history of everything EVER! And the way they-
 
“Oomph!”
 
He found himself knocked to the ground.
 
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” the guilty filly shouted over the approving roar of the crowds. “Are you okay?”
 
“Yeah,” he said as he got up, “I’m fine!”
 
Both foals turned their attention back to the Wonderbolts.
 
“Aren’t they amazing?” said the filly after a while.
 
He took the opportunity to examine her properly. She was a pretty young thing – golden yellow in her coat with a fiery two-toned orange mane, and eyes the colour of pie crusts. Mmm, pie… Oh, right, and she didn’t have her cutie mark yet, just like him.
 
“Yeah!” he said. “They’re awesome!”
 
“I’m gonna join them one day you know!” the filly declared. “I’m gonna be the best Wonderbolt in Equestria!”
 
“You want to be a Wonderbolt?” he asked excitedly. “The same with me! I wanna do the Super Speed Strut and the Filly Flash – even though I’m not a filly – and the Buccaneer Blaze and-”
 
“Do you always talk so much?” asked the filly.
 
“I love talking!” he declared. “But not as much as I love pie!”
 
“You’re funny!” the filly giggled, and she held out a hoof for him to shake. “I’m Spitfire, by the way!”
 
“Nice to meet you Spitfire!” he said, shaking her hoof. “I’m Soarin’, but I think I might be Tearaway as well, because I’m always getting in trouble at school and they say I’m a real tearaway, whatever that means!”
 
Introductions over with, the filly and colt turned their attention back to the Wonderbolts, who zoomed and zipped through the sky to the raucous applause of the crowd below.
 
“I’m gonna be the best Wonderbolt there ever was!” Spitfire declared.
 
“Me too, Spitfire,” Soarin’ said, “me too!”