Spinning Records Chapter 3 - Bass Beat

>The clock tower in Manehatten rings four times, signaling it was 4o'clock by the time you finished your little explanation

>It went from as far back to when you were a kid listening to music, to after you arrived in Equestria

>Vinyl was speechless and just sat there in thought even though you left out a lot of things

>Things that drove you to be who you were

>Maybe someday you would tell somep0ny about it...someday you would

>Brain, recap for me

>Well...you got drunk again

>Only the first time this week man, but continue

>Took Vinyl to your room against your brains judgement and then spilled your life up to this point on her

>You make it sound so wrong

>Got a problem with it?

>Nah, I'm good

>"Anon..."

>Vinyl is staring right at you and, like a blind fish, you return the gaze

>Another awkward silence ensues then

>Even through her glasses you can tell there's something under her gaze

>Sadness, Compassion, Hope, something is there but you cant put a finger on it

>Deep down you wish she would ask why you've done things like this in your life, to give you the excuse to tell someone everything about your life

>But the words that come out sting a bit more than they should have

>"Where do I sleep?"

>Brain, damage report?

>Feels bomb off the starboard bow sir, permission to panic?

>Permission granted

"R-right, you can have the bed..."

>She gets off the couch, then hesitates on moving

>"Shouldn't you take the bed?"

"No, you're my guest so you should have the best place in the hou- er, room."

>Slowly she makes her way to the bedroom door, as if she had something on her mind she wanted to say

>The door creeks open, you can see her hesitate on words again

>"Goodnight, Anon..."

"Yeah, goodnight Vinyl Scratch."

>Your hand waves a goodbye as she shuts the door behind her, a nervous sigh escapes your lungs when the door audibly closes

>Brain, another status report please

>Why do you always ask me?

>Who else should I ask, the liver?

>SIRIBELIEVETHEALCOHOLLEVElSHAVERISENBEYONDNORMALLIMITS

>Is he drowning?

>You don't respond to your brain at this point, only lay on the couch and sleep the day off like a bad hangover

 

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>Slowly your becoming awake now, the soft glow of a sunset from your window greets your sore eyes

>God what did you do last night

>Get drunk and be an idiot

>Oh brain, thanks for remembering

>You drag yourself off the couch, popping your back in a couple different places all at once

>The bedroom door is open, and when you look inside, a vacant space is all that greets you. Well, that and a trashed bedroom

>Vinyl Scratch certainly didn't stick around for long, or have much of a good sleep last night

>So now you stand before the window, watching the sunset paint the city a crimson orange color

>As usual, the many mares and stallions of the city are retreating to their homes for sleep while you and the few others are waking and preparing for a night of adventure

>Something at the table caught the sunsets last light, its gleam beckoned you closer

>A metal object with a string necklace was placed on your table facedown

>You pick the object up by its string, a metal all-access pass to Buckin Beats dangled before you

>A smile spread across your lips. Her way of saying goodbye as it seemed

>But first, there was the matter of taking a shower, you still smelled like those Double Shots

 

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>That bouncer from before lets you through the door no sweat now that you had your name on the bloody list

>Nice guy really, even offered to buy you a drink when he went on break

>But you weren't here for the drinks

>Anon, rephrase that for me

>Ok, you weren't ENTIRELY here for the drinks, you came here for the beat

>The looks you got when you asked for a Double Shot, and even more looks when you held the liquor down and walked away like a badass

>And like that you were part of the crowd, talking and laughing like a regular visitor

>"Alright everyp0ny!"

>That soft and cool voice once again, there was no doubting it

>Vinyl Scratch was on stage now

>"Lets spin this shit!"

>A record enveloped in blue magic floats itself onto the turntable and begins playing

>http://youtu.be/0gfniCDbbzg

>And there goes the drop

>Ears, status report?

>....

>Ears?

>Anon, I believe a retreat is in order here

>You stop talking to your internal organs long enough to notice the p0nies around you

>They were going crazy, dancing, grinding, pounding their hooves, it reminded you of a time long ago where you were up on stage making everyone do this and not the other way around

>Before long you were cheering with the crowd, Vinyl was a damn good DJ

>Then her last song of the night, and you couldn't believe your ears

>It wasn't a perfect match, but the beat and the sync all matched

>Slowly you made your way out of the crowd and around to the backstage, flashing your all-access pass to get by the guard

>Vinyl had her back to you at the time you got on stage, everyone else was dancing and pounding to the music

>Sitting on the edge of the turntable was the mic

>Anon, your not going to do what I think your doing?

>Brain, you should know what I'm thinking

>Dude! Think this through for a moment-

>Thinking is your job

>Your fingers curl around the mic and take it off the table

>It takes a moment to find your place in the song as Vinyl turns to see you take the mic

>"Anon! What are you-"

>http://youtu.be/NWd5x09gWoE

>A few words was all it took to shut her up as you began to sing

>The stage seemed to melt away then, leaving only you and the music

>It had been a while since you sang this song before, or sang any song period. But soon you got back in-tune as the words flew to the hearts of hundreds

>The words you sang carried with them your feelings and power. joy and happiness, but deep under the layer was sadness you never knew was there

>This song was opening the book you closed since arriving in Equestria, a time that seemed so long ago

>Just as the song said, you were getting hoarse on the mic once more by the time the music ended

>You realize you had your eyes closed the whole time the song was playing. Opening them to the crowd of cheering p0nies and a shocked looking Vinyl Scratch

>Brain..?

>Don't look at me, do something!

>There's nothing to say now, but you place the mic in Vinyls hooves and exit the building via stage backdoor

>The only sound in your ears now are the steps you're taking and the chirping of waking birds

>The constant rush of cheers and applause still lingers in the back of your mind

>Softly you whistle to yourself as you walk down the streets of Manehatten

>A smile spreads across your face once more as the sun rose over the horizon to greet and wake the many mares and stallions that were sleeping

>The morning birds are the sounds you hear

>The greeting at the front desk of the hotel in your ears

>The door closing as you enter with a click

>On the wall a clock ticked away the seconds of every minute as you packed everything that was your up in a bag

>Brain, whats on schedule for tomorrow?

>Gettin' the fuck out of Dodge