Title:           Spinning Records Chapter 3 - Bass Beat
Author:          DoubleOctave
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First Edit:      Sunday 20th of May 2012 11:29:03 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 20th of May 2012 11:29:03 PM CDT

>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