Hearing the noise of the ponies had been bad. Seeing them all was worse. The crowd grew in his estimation, spreading out in front of him as an all-encompassing mass that could have numbered ten thousand. He tried not to gawk, but his eyes kept being drawn to a new cluster of ponies. Off to his left was a group of winged ponies with cameras, all pointed in his direction. In the front, he saw Rarity, standing next to a mare wearing a cowboy hat, of all things. On her other side was a small purple and green lizard, who was dividing his attention between Rarity and the stage.