Day In Da Club in Equestria (part 1)

>day In Da Club in Equestria
>it was the weekend, and you were walking on your way to Twilight's library
>in your arms, you held a small wooden crate...containing all your worldly possessions from Earth

>after making those human-based clothes for Milky from the magazine you had, it wasn't long before Rarity spilled the beans to the rest of her friends
>learning that you had 'technological artifacts' from the human world, Twilight absolutely insisted that you bring each and every one to her

>in all honesty, you didn't see what she was so worked up about.
>A badly torn backpack
>some crappy psychology textbooks
>that rolled up fitness magazine
>a watch....
>hell, even the more exotic trinkets, your cell phone and your iPod, were completely out of juice
>though she promised to get those two working again, you didn't trust Twilight not to accidentally blow them up or something trying to experiment with them

>oh well, at this point, there was no real reason not to give it a shot
>you were pondering this when suddenly...

*BAM!*

>you go tumbling forward, tripping over a white and blue shape in front of you that you failed to see during your pondering
>you faceplant into the ground, the crate tumbled out of your hands, the contents spilling out onto the ground
>fuck me...

>you scramble to your feet, first making a brief check to see if any of your effects had broken during the fall
>they you wheeled around angrily to face the offender
>it was a unicorn with a cream colored coat, a mane with various shades of blue stripes, purple shades, and a cutie mark with a pair of eighth notes...

Hey, why don't you watch where the hell you're going!? This stuff is worth more than your life!
>"Oh jeez, look, I'm sorry bro, I didn't mean....hey! You're that space monkey everyone's been talking about! Nice to meet you, lemme help you there..."
>her horn lighting up, and with a sudden crackle of, you were levitated to your feet, all of your things flying into the air and organizing themselves into the crate again

>you blink for a few seconds, not exactly expecting to be back on you feet so quickly
Er...thanks.
>"Yeah, my bad, I can't see two feet in front of me wearing these things."
>the pony points to the dark purple shades on her face

Then why do you wear them?
>the pony bounds up closer to you, pointing towards the sky and striking a pose
>"They're part of my image, bro! Haven't you ever heard of me?!"

Um...no?
>the pony's outstretched hoof sinks back to earth, and her head droops to the ground

Look...I'm sorry. I'm not trying to insult...
>"Nah it's cool, no one's ever really heard of me..."
>shuffling around, she slowly starts trudging away from you, back down the road
>nice fucking job Anon...

Wait! Look...we got off to a bad start. My name's Anon, what's yours?
>the pony turns around, still wearing a rather defeated look
>Vinyl. Vinyl Scratch.


>you grab your shit, then start walking down the road with her
>wanting to make conversation, you take a glance at her cutie mark. That was a good enough place to start...
I'm...guessing you're the local musician around Ponyville?
>Vinyl's ears perk up hopefully, looking up at you with a new flash of confidence
>"Not just ANY musician! I'm the biggest Ponystyle artist this side of Equestria! I just started a new club here in Ponyville!"
Hey, that's awesome. How's business?

>Vinyl's ears droop again, and she sighs
>"Bad...barely anyone comes to my club. The only way I can get anyone to come is if I make sure the bar sells cider cheap..."
Man that sucks...maybe it's just a crappy location...
>"Nah...noone likes my music. That's the problem...."
Hey, I'm sure your music is fine.
>Vinyl stops in the middle of the road and stares up at you angrily
>"No it's not! Everyone here hates it! I wanna get my start here so that I can move to Canterlot with all the other music big-shots, but I need popularity! Sponsorships! And I'm never gonna get that at this rate!

>though the giant purple shades concealed Vinyl's eyes, you were almost entirely sure she was on the verge of tears
>you put a hand on her shoulder
Look Vinyl, don't be so hard on yourself. Lots of musicians have it rough starting out, especially where I come from.
>"R...really?"

Yeah! Plenty of musicians and bands I listened to started small! Well...the ones I USED to listen to...
>you look back at the crate full of your stuff, and Vinyl takes notice
>"Stuff from home, huh? Homesick?"
Yeah...that's part of the reason I'm hauling around some of this stuff. I wanna see if Twilight can at least get my iPod to work...
>Vinyl looks at you, confused
>"i.....i-huh?

>smiling, you fetch the little black iPod Classic and it's earbuds from the crate
You'd probably get a kick out of this thing...it plays music.
>"Saywhat?! THAT little thing can play music?! What kind?"
Any kind you want. I can't really remember how many songs I have on it, but it's something close to a thousand...
"A thousand?! You mean like....ONE thousand?!"
Yep! The problem is that it ran out of power ages ago.....I'd KILL to be able to listen to some Foo Fighters right now...
>"Hang on! Let me see!"

>the iPod is suddenly yanked out of your hand, floating in front of Vinyl as she examines it
Hey WAIT! Be careful with that thing!
>"Just gimmie a sec!"
But I...
>"Shush!"

>for a minute or so, Vinyl examines the iPod carefully,
>suddenly though, she brought her horn down to the screen of the device, and there was a sudden, bright flash of magic
>you shield your eyes, and when the flash subsides, you take a look at the floating iPod
>the screen is lit, the battery bar a solid green, and the familiar music menu displayed proudly
>fucking miracles...

Holy shi...you...you fixed it! Vinyl you're amazing!!!
>Vinyl gives you a confident smile
>"Yeah, aren't I?"

>you snatch the iPod from the air, planting the earbuds in your ears and scrolling through the song list...
>Oh god.....Mastodon, Foo Fighters, Mos Def, Daft Punk, Nirvana, NOFX, Streetlight Manifesto....the list went on
>the sheer number of genres, from death metal to gangsta rap to dubstep to country....you had forgotten how much music you kept on this thing...


>as you struggled to decide what song to play, you suddenly remembered Vinyl still standing there
>well...you suppose she earned this...
Hey uh...Vinyl. Look, I can't thank you enough for fixing my iPod. The least I can do is let you listen to a few of my songs...
>"Seriously! Anon that'd be awesome!!"

>you yank the earbuds out, and with some difficulty, planted them in her ears
Okay, now this button brings you back to the menu, pressing these buttons stops and starts songs, swirling around this circle scrolls around the screen...

>it took a few minutes to show her the ropes, but she eventually got the hang of it, her magic definitely compensating for her lack of dexterity

>for a long time, Vinyl scrolled through the list, playing song after song
>with each passing minute, her eyes widened, her jaw slowly slackening in awe
>after what seemed like an eternity, she pulled the earbuds out, gawking at you

>"ANON! CAN I BORROW THIS THING FOR A COUPLE DAYS?!?"
Wait...wat?!
>"I wanna play some of this stuff at my club tomorrow night! I'm SURE that it'll draw a crowd!!!"
Look Vinyl, I....I don't know...
"PLEASE?!? I'll get you a VIP pass! Cider's on the house! Whatever you want, I'll do anything!!!"

>the cream colored pony got on her knees, staring up at you pleadingly
>well, she DID fix your iPod....god dammit...

Alright fine....but ONLY if you promise to be careful with it.
>"Sure, of course! The show will be tomorrow night! I promise it'll be great!"

I'll be there....wait.

>you suddenly remembered Milky, sitting at home...

I have one more condition, Vinyl.
>"Sure Anon! Anything!"

You have to let me bring one other pony.

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