[ONE] Vinyl Scratch

[ONE] Vinyl Scratch
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>Ok, you got this.
>Anon had said that he had something special planned, but he wouldn't tell you any more than that.
>What the hell was he planning?
>It was driving you up a wall.
>And his timing!
>You were getting ready to start your signature, annual concert.
>The one for Princess Luna.
>
>Every year, you'd do this concert.
>Every year, you'd be just as fucking nervous.
>Anon wasn't helping by telling you he had something planned.
>You'd told him, so long as it doesn't bomb your concert, he was good for whatever.
>
>It's not like you didn't know him.
>The two of you had been working together for a little over four years now.
>Not to mention dating.
>
>Those hands of his.
>Sweet Celestia, those hands.
>He claimed to not be able to use magic, but you were certain he had to be filled with it.
>There was no way his hands should be able to turn you to mush like that.
>
>Didn't matter now though, he was going to do his job as your sound boss.
>He'd never let you down before, and he sure as hell wouldn't now.
>He took extra care and time to prepare for each Lunar concert.
>
>These concerts were special to you.
>You liked Princess Luna.
>She liked your music.
>Every year, you'd manage to bring her a little further out of her shell.
>She needed to socialize more.
>She didn't though, because she was nocturnal.
>
>So, every year, you'd dedicate one night to her.
>Not just any night though, the longest night of the year.
>You'd get the pegasi to save up for a real doozey of a thunderstorm each year.
>
>Why?
>Cause lightning, bitch.

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>The storms really got you in the mood.
>It was like nature was making music.
>
>You'd prepared a doozey of a concert this year.
>Somehow, Anon had managed to sell out the entire fucking auditorium.
>How?
>Who the fuck knows.
>
>Each year he would have an idea on how to make that concert special.
>The second year, he'd gotten up on stage with you and danced through one of your songs with you.
>
>The crowd went fucking wild.
>Of course you weren't told about it, so you were a teeny tiny bit pissed.
>
>Until he started dancing with you.
>You couldn't stay mad at his goofy self while he was dancing.
>He'd taken you by surprise, just like the first time he met you.
>
>Well, time to focus now.
>You've got quite a bit to do over the next couple hours.
>
>Your mind was racing to full on fucking overdrive.
>Tonight was going to be good, you could feel it.
>It was in the air.
>It was in the music you were making.
>It was in your damn beat.
>
>
>
>Time seemed to speed the fuck by, and before you knew it, the auditorium was filling up with your late-night audience.
>God, it was scary.
>The auditorium was completely packed.
>Sooo many ponies.
>You'd allowed the cap to be upped by a couple hundred ponies, at Anon's request.
>He was planning something big.
>Why else would he mess with you like this?
>"Vinyl?  Stage in five."
>Shit.
>Time to 'man the fuck up' as Anon would put it.
>You donned your goggles.
>Aaahh, it was good to have the goggles back where they belonged.
>Time to get this gig going.

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>The lights shut off.
>It didn't affect you one bit, because your goggles showed you sound, not light.
>You snuck out on stage, and started the fucking party.
>Instantly, your nervousness left you.
>You let a few of your new songs you'd whipped up go on.
>You'd set aside some old songs for later.
>And a couple new ones.
>The light show started.
>You didn't see the lights, but you saw the small amounts of sound they made when they'd turn on and off.
>
>Almost an hour later, you were still going at it.
>That is, until the music stopped.
>You took your goggles off, and looked around for Anon.
>You saw him running around franticly.
>This wasn't good.
>No, it was a disaster.
>Why'd he have to fuck up on the Lunar rave?
>He stepped up on stage, and flicked his headset to another channel.
>His voice boomed out over the speakers shortly after.
>"Fillies and Gentlecolts, we are experiencing technical difficulties; please stand by."
>He ran off back stage again.
>He just fucking left you there.
>With what, 'technical difficulties?'
>What the fuck?
>
>A few seconds later, the music started back up.
>But, it wasn't the song you were playing earlier.
>No, it was a song that only one other living creature had heard.
>
>You could feel your rage building.
>He was so fucking dead.
>
>All the stage lights turned on at once, and they all swiveled to focus on you.
>What the hell?
>This wasn't part of the show!
>
>You turned around to find Anon and started planning out where to hide his body.
>Before you could finish your thought though, you were staring at Anon.
>He was on stage.
>
>And kneeling.

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"A-Anon...  What are you doing?" you whispered to him.
>He fiddled with the channel dial on his headset, and turned it on.
>His voice boomed out over the speakers, for everypony and Luna to hear.
>"Vinyl Scratch."
>Oh shit.
>He pulled out a box.
>A black box.
>Your heart stopped.
>He looked you square in the eyes.
>"Will you marry me?"
>He opened the box.
>Inside, was a beautiful, brushed steel version of your cutie mark.
>It was attached to a series of threaded rubies as red as... your eyes.
>Four rubies on each side, each increasing in size until they met at where your cutie mark hung.
>All held together by a slim silver chain.
>The music had stopped again.
>The auditorium was dead silent.
>All eyes were on the two of you.
>Not to mention the lights.
>
>
>"Vinyl?"
>You hadn’t realized that you'd been quite for so long.
>In reality, it was only maybe a minute; but to you, it was eternity.
>He started to close the box, and lowered his head.
>
>You put your hoof on him and he froze.
>Using your magic, you took the necklace out of the box, and fastened it around your neck.
>Instead of answering him, you hopped up on your back hooves, and kissed him.
>Right there, right then, with everypony and Luna as witnesses.
>You leaned in and whispered into his mike.
"Yes.  On one condition."
>He looked up at you.
>"Anything."
>You paused for a minute.
>
"Let's drop this beat."

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