Seeing how flamboyant the stranger is dressed and placed her wagon right in the middle of the town, everypony does what they do best: gawk in awe. First there are just three or five, but a few others come, asking about the wagon and slowly but surely the crowd grows from small to medium. It doesn't stop there and seemingly the whole town appears. Trixie manages to convince herself that her fame precedes her.
A fun little song, focused around brasses, plucked strings and a piano.