Lyra slammed the copy of Equestria Daily on the desk, nearly unsettling her agent's cup of coffee from its precarious position where it was standing in her warpath. She leafed through the pages, as her agent watched with an abject mixture of fear and nonchalance. Finally, Lyra found the entry, and spun the newspaper towards the agent, who regarded it from underneath a pair of racing shades.
"Look, Heartstrings. I know you're getting all beat up 'bout this review, but let's keep things in perspective, a'right?"
Lyra leaned forward, staring into the face of her employer. She had been finding it so extraordinarily difficult to resist the urge to force a hoof through his face in the week just past. Now his carefree attitude with her career was exactly the sort of treatment she wanted to avoid.
"Perspective?! That's the third one this week! You can't say they're a 'one-off,' or 'some cranky mare who got an uncomfy seat.' These ponies are what get ponies coming to my concerts, you can