And then she shook her head, and everypony around her was looking elsewhere. Some were tending to the flameless fireworks display, while some strolled up to the stage where Miss Octavia Melody was about to play. There was a bowling mat set in the opposite corner, and a derby cart or two were sat for the foals to use. Oh, and there was a pin the tail on the pony display, that she saw and recognized from her foalhood and—