As it stood, with the Gala preparations on everypony's mind, and the tabloids filled with pictures and rumors of 'who-was-wearing-what-even-though-you-can-see-her-whole-plot' and 'who-was-going-with-whom-oh-you-dont-say-even-though-they-were-with-somepony-else-last-year' and the like, Her Majesty Princess Celestia could easily have sat in the bleachers and hollered cheers or hurled insults at the top of Her considerable Royal Lungs, and while it would have unnerved the present crowd, nopony would remember or care about it tomorrow -- and probably not even later today. In fact, it was almost a shame that the presentation had happened this week; with the business of the Gala, it could easily find itself accidentally dropped from the Marshall's office's agenda.