Spinning Records Chapter 1 - Scratches (AnonxVinyl)

>Another day goes by in Equestria
>This made it your first year since waking up in Canterlot
>While it may be hard to believe you suddenly woke up in some random world, and that the inhabitants of said world were ponies, they always told you not to look a gift horse in the mouth
>Though back home you could look a horse in the mouth all you wanted, it was standing behind them that you should really watch out for
>Despite all your pre-world assumptions about ponies you've come a long ways
>Everyone treats you like one of their own in this world, not like yours
>And one shot shy from the rape attempts
>You were doing pretty well, working with Pinkie Pie over at Sugarcube Corner
>It was a decent job you got for your late night habbits, sleep under the sun and work in the moonlight
>The Cakes found it to be helpful since you could be baking around midnight and they would have inventory to sell during the day without having to bake at the same time
>All you did was bake things, from bread to cupcakes, just work the ovens
>Well, that and keep Pinkie Pie in line from time to time
>She can apparently stay awake at any time of the day on any night
>Oh god was that mare loco in the coco
>She loved cupcakes, you could say had an addiction to them
>Made you wonder what she always put in them
>Aside from that, she was a good pony
>Helped you buy that shack of a house, and by shack you mean a stick and straw house that could fall any given rainstorm
>You set a rack of cupcakes in the oven and shut the door behind it, once the temperature was set correctly you went back to mix more batter
>There was no reason to complain about the work, while it was done in the middle of the night, it was good, easy work
>This world you now lived in was perfect, to a degree
>What you missed most of all was the music, the stage, the lights
>The spin of records and the bass that pounded the air around the stage, applause and cheers for more
>Classical people called it encore
>Or something like that
>You called it life
>While here in Ponyville, there was no way to replicate that feel
>Not a stage in sight, or speakers and records for that matter
>All you got were violins and pianos
>Yes they were fine and you had no problem with them, being an accomplished pianist yourself
>But
>There was a reason why you gave up all that stuff
>It wasn't as fun or exilerating as a good drop
>Or have the feeling of the pounding ground, the cheers and lights
>It just didn't give the kind of rush you enjoyed
>All that high class stuff, suit and tie
>Playing off a sheet of music and not a single strobe light
>Eh, all music has its own vibe
>Still, some good dubstep would be nice every now and then
>The counter you were standing at began to grow warm
>Sunlight was filling the room, bathing it in warmth and light
>There was movement upstairs, hooves hitting the ground and yawns
>It was almost time for you to punch out and get some rest
>Vampire life is best life
>You begin pulling multiple trays of cupcakes from the oven as the Cakes entered the room
>"Anon, could we speak to you for a moment?"
"In a second."
>After the trays were set carefully on racks
>And had the perfect looking texture Pinkie liked, you gave your full atention to the Cakes
"Yeah, whats up?"
>They both exchange smiles at eachother
>"Well,"
>"We thought it would be good for you to take a vacation for a bit."
>Vacation
>Everyday back home was a vacation, in a way
>But why the sudden urge to give you a vacation in the first place
>Something seemed off
"I dont know..."
>"Well, you could say yes, your train leaves in two hours."
>Two hours, fuck that didn't give you much time to pack everything you wanted
>And the train seats you rode last time were hard as a rock
>Though that might not have been first class, and those tickets did indeed look first class
"Who'll run the store at night?"
>Mrs.Cake waved a hoof at you
>"Anon, Sugarcube Corner will be fine."
>Yes it would, but the money was good
>Some downtime would be nice though, its been the same stuff the whole month now
>Or has it been a month?
>Time seems to fly in Equestria
"I would love to go then."
>The Cakes hand you the ticket and shoo you out the front door
>You glance at the stub on the way home
>Destination; Fillydelphia
>Time; 7:45a.m.
>Yep, two hours from now
>You trudge home quickly and find your two travel bags
>The only items that came with you from the other world
>Slowly you begin to pack much of your things into the bags
>The first held anything for living inside
>Some sets of clothes, headphones, whatnot like that
>The second held everything that came with you from your world
>You dare not leave these anywhere besides your side
>Even if nopony would steal them, it put your mind at ease
>Shouldering the two bags you make way for the trainstation with a few minutes to spare
>The ride is smooth, and hey, the chairs are nice this time
>Too bad the ceiling is way too small for a giant like you
>It was going to be another three hours before you got to Fillydelphia
>You hope they have some good music in the city
>Ah well, time for a quick nap

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>Street lights illuminated the roads as you leave your hotel
>Fillydelphia was much larger than you had originally anticipated
>A bit smaller than Canterlot but still big enough to get lost in
>And like always, you were alone in the streets once more
>Guess nopony really liked to spend time in the night, would rather sleep through it
>Luna must feel lonely
>Moonlight cast its glance over the whole city from above, a brilliant light blue glow fell on the buildings
>What were you supposed to do now though?
>Had all this time to relax and wind-down, but there was nothing to do
>No work to do, or things to clean
>Oh god, maybe you had spent too much time in ponyville
>You start wandering the city in search of something to do
>A few ponies pass you by, many of them seem drunk
>Or as drunk as a pony can get here
>Slowly you lean against the far end of a building watching the night stars twinkle
>Nothing to do, getting drunk would be on the bottom of the list though
>Too soon to get drunk and passout in a gutter somewhere
>Through the wall you could faintly hear some music
>http://youtu.be/s12r2IH8i6c
>The bass shakes the wall you were listening in on
>That must be some loud music if you could hear it through these sound proofwalls
>No, wait...
>Wait just a minute
>That was D&B music
>Nice tempo too, fast and loud
>Going around the building you come to the front enterance
>In big, bright neon lights, the name of the building proudly said "Buckin' Beats"
>You recognize the name, a lot of ponies back at Ponyville talked about it being the best club in all of Equestria
>And you can kind of agree to that statement now
>Without realizing it you started moving forward to enter the place but a large earth pony blocked your way
>"Name on the list?"
>Now you know what it's like being on the other side of the door
>Exclusive clubs were stupid, but paid good enough
>A moment of silence passes before he talks again
>"Aint on the list, you aint gettin in bud."
>Fucking lists
"And how does one get on the list?"
>The stallion shakes his head and turns to another pony trying to enter
>Over his shoulder he tells you,
>"Get to know somepony."
>He lets that one go through and from the crack in the door, amidst the boom of music and cheers of the crowd, you could see the back of the room
>Strobe lights and rave lights lit the dark room up, spearheaded by sets of speakers and a DJ at the turntable
>From here though, there was no telling if it was a mare or stallion, but you could make out a unicorn horn and a two-tone blue mane
>Then the door shut you out
>This was one door your fame couldn't get you through
>Because you had no real fame here in Equestria
>With a sigh you leave the building and stare up at the sky again, the stars seemed to twinkle a path for you
>It leads you around the city streets back to the hotel, but not just the hotel, a single star twinkles over a bench like a quest becon
>This was starting to seem like a cliche fanfic
>You check the clock on the hotel building
>1:49am
>With nothing else to do, and not wanting to go to sleep, you sit on the bench and wait
>It seemed to take forever to wait for morning to rise
>Soon your thoughts became so abnormal they threatened to test your sanity
>After a while you check the time, 4:57am
>That was enough waiting, the stars were starting to vanish and the night was begining to change
>You get off the wood bench and step into the hotel, on the way you bump into a white unicorn on her way in as well
"Sorry."
>She murmurs something in response and keeps moving on
>You notice the two-tone blue mane as the same from the DJ at Buckin' Beats
>Brain is currently proccessing data, autowalk activated
>Your legs move on their own and follow the p0ny to the elevator
>The two of you get in, she hits the button for floor 13
>Same floor as you
>Brain has finished proccessing data, would you like to engage?
>Yes
>...
>And don't ever say engage again
"So, your the DJ at Buckin Beats?"
>"Yep, the names Vinyl Scratch. Though on stage people call me DJ-PON3."
>This is the DJ for Buckin' Beats, please remember her name
>Alright brain, I get it
"Is that place always so exclusive?"
>She shakes her head
>"Only when I'm there it is."
>Implying she's not at that club all the time
"Any way I could get in?"
>You hear her give off an long impatient sigh before looking at you, er, looking up at you
>"Look, people ask me that all the time. Truth is, only party ponies can get it.
>And you're not a pony, and you probably can't party."
>Can't party, you hang around a sugar-induced pyschopath that may or may not end up burning the whole town down with her raves, er, 'parties'
>And she thinks you cant party
>The elevator doors open on floor 13, and Vinyl starts walking out
>If she were a person, you could just put a hand on her shoulder, but being the 3 foot tall pony she was made things harder to do
"Wait."
>You hear her give out a long forced sigh again before looking back at you
>"I already told you, you cant party."
>Brain, you had better have a backup plan
"Wana bet I can't?"
>She raises an eyebrow at you
"Drinking contest, first to pass out loses."
>She moves her head around, pondering your proposal
>While she does that, you get out of the elevator
>"Alright, but if you're out cold, don't ever bug me again."
>And suddenly shit got real
>Liver, estimated consumption count?
>Record 56.5 Applejack Daniels
>Good enough
"Deal then."
>She yawns
>"Alright, at the bar at 6."
>That gave you enough time to sleep the day away
>She turns and leaves down the hall to her room
>You stare out the window to see the sun rise over the city
>The blue glow is gone, replaced with a bright orange hue
>Adds a different kind of life to the city
>You move on and back to your room
>After fishing your room key out your able to enter the place
>The place felt like home, disorganized and chaotic
>Pile of clothes go here, bed goes there, bags under the couch along with your useless headphones, more junk on the floor, just like home
>You land on the couch facing the ceiling, left to ponder the day and what happens tomorrow
>Whatever happened to sleeping on a bed rather than a couch
>That line got cut somewhere back in the day...some day long ago
>Anyways, you think back to what you're going to do after you get into the club
>There wern't many ponies that would be willing to...'dance' with something twice their size
>Unless they wanted to stand on their hind hooves
>Another question seemed to pop up
>Did the Cakes do this for you on purpose, set it up for you to come here and go to this club
>On the same day Vinyl was there
>Well, maybe the same month, or something close
>For all you know she may never leave that club
>Soon, your room is bathed in warm sunlight
>And you're asleep on the couch, dreaming of what may or may not happen tomorrow