Metalquestria *Equitech*

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got to be fucking honest here, i have no clue if he has this in his pastebin or not, i just checked, and see no obvious "oneshots go here" paste and nothing that jumps out and screams RIGHT HERE RETARD so im posting it here because i liked it.

that said his pastebin is
http://pastebin.com/u/Equitech
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>you are Anon
>right now, you’re on the top of the world
>second guitarist and lead vocal of your band, you’re about to start a cover for one of your favorite songs
>the stage shakes hard, but you barely notice
>you’re already pointing at your drummer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-OTPH0DwBoI
>the lights strobe in sync with the opening beat
>this one always gives your lead guitarist sore arms and fingers but he loves it too
>your lungs burn as they empty completely for the first notes
>the beat is infectious, the only thing in your ears is the complete unison of your band
>your keyboard player strains, his face tense
>same as the rest of you; this was a hell of a feat to play properly
>you try your best to do the original justice, pouring your soul into the lyrics
>you hit the notes an octave lower, but your pitch is right
>the burning stage lights in your eyes, nobody on the set can even see the crowd
>it’s almost isolating you but you’ve stopped caring
>your band is in the zone for this one
>the thundering bass drum hammers on, the already deafening drums amplified a hundredfold
>if you could spare the movement, you’d be dancing
>your chest is bursting with excitement and pure exhilaration
>this
>was
>fucking
>rocking
>your lead guitarist shreds through the pre-solo with unbelievable precision
>the bassist is tighter than a twelve year old back injury as her supports you through the verses
>then it just takes off
>the lead guitar and keyboard converse back and forth, absolutely destroying the limits of conventional music while the drums crash through every measure with absolute beauty
>this guitar solo, keyboard solo, guitar solo flaring up into a duet with the keyboard then going back to guitar and keyboard conversation solo progression turned your headbanging into hip-thrusting completely involuntarily
>you barely control your emotions enough to allow you to bring it all together
>final stretch now, your lead guitarist’s fingers are bloody and your throat is killing you
>drummer looks like he’s going to collapse, his marathon nearly over
YOU MUST TEAR OFF YOUR CHAIN, SECURE YOUR BRAIN
>the last note whines clear and loud, ending the flawless interpretation
>the stage lights dim
>the room you guys were in is different
>the crowd is completely different
>they’re not even human
“Well that explains why the harmonics sounded a little odd” you say blankly
>you feel like you’re tripping balls
>TRIPPING BALLS
“You all seeing this or am I just fucking nuts?”
>the crowd of quadrupeds in front of you aren’t looking normal either
>they’re all swept back and frozen in shock
>every strand of mane or hair on them is pointing away from you
>some of them are stuck against the back wall as if they’d been flung away from the stage
>your lead guitarist scratches his head
>your bassist shrugs
>you lean towards the microphone
“DO YOU WANNA ROCK?”
>a lonely yet amplified voice coming from all the way in the back thunders out over the crowd
“WE WOULD LIKE TO HEAR MORE”
>you look back at your band
>you see them unanimously give you their “why not” face
>you point at your drummer, he knows the song you’re thinking of even before you’ve opened your mouth
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ey_8BHipdSc
>when the song ends, the stage lights dim once more and you’re all back in the regular crowd
>they do not seem to have missed a beat
>there’s a lump in your right pant pocket
>you pull a pair of panties out of it
>they were not there before
>on the tag is written “Luna”
>you will never know that your trip to Canterlot Castle during the Grand Galloping Gala resulted in twenty six thousand bits’ worth of damages, three heart attacks and the destruction of forty eight eardrums
>you will also never know that the rocking of the Equestrian socks that night turned into a legend that will be spoken of for eons to come

Metal End.