>An enormous projector screen flickers to life on the wall of the stadium and the crowd cheers wildly.
>”Fillies and Gentlecolts, I present to you the very best of Rainbow Dash! A highlight reel I like to call, ‘My True Self!’ And remember, no talking during the movie. That’s right Mudponies, I’m talking to you.”
>On the projector screen, a grainy film begins to play as the titlecard reading “My True Self, produced by Shadow Rainbow Dash” flashes by.
>The film opens with a young Rainbow Dash laying on a cloud, exhausted and breathing heavily.
>A claw comes from out of frame holding a glass of water, and the camera pans up to reveal a young Gilda being the one holding it.
>”You were freaking awesome out there!” Glida squeals in excitement.
>Young Dash smiles and takes the water, gulping it down. “I know. But it’s nice of you to say. How’s my new cutie mark? Just as awesome?”
>Gilda takes a look and nods. “Just as awesome. I’ve seen you in class, but I guess I never introduced myself. I’m Gilda.”
>Dash extends a hoof to shake. “Rainbow Dash. You can call me Dash. Can I just call you my guardian angel? I really needed something to drink after pulling off a Sonic Rainboom.”
>Gilda shakes her hoof but just smirks, “If you call me an angel in public I’ll rip your wings off.”
>The Dash on screen just chuckles, “So does that mean I get a free pass to call you that in private?”
>The Griffon rolls her eyes, “If you really want, whatever. It’s still a stupid nickname for someone who’s got more detention than school left.”
>Young Dash rub her hooves together shyly. “Actually it was kind of my nickname for you when I first saw you fly. That flawless aileron roll looked so natural it was like you were an angel in flight.”
>Gilda scoffs and turns her head, but the beginnings of a smile are on her face. “You’re such a dweeb. But I guess you’re cool enough to be my friend.”