- ((You are ‘Audacity Pony’))
- “No, I don’t want to leave!”
- “It’s nice and warm in here!”
- “I need my music!
- “What’s happening?
- “I’m getting sucked out!
- “No! No no no! I’ll never fit through there!
- >You kick and wail as you slowly leave the soundcard, clinging onto loops desperately
- >You start to feel cramped as you squish into the quarter-inch jack
- >You let go of the loop and give in to the harsh pull from the plug
- “No…” You say helplessly
- >You slip through the quarter-inch and squish even smaller into a 3.5mm
- “Ow!”
- ((You are Anon))
- >‘POW!’
- >Your right speaker blows out
- >Most of the crowd in the bar abruptly shuts up for a moment
- “Sorry everyone! I’ll have to cut it short tonight!” You yell over the mic
- >The crowd of drunk, wasted assholes boos and sneers at you
- >You close your laptop and stuff it in your bag
- “Hey! Can you help me cart this stuff to my truck?” You yell at a friend
- >“Yeah sure.”
- >Your friend picks up each speaker and carries them out the door
- >You stuff your laptop and your cables into your bag, grab your Traktor s4 in one arm, and put your 35 unit under the other and follow him
- “Hey thanks man.”
- >“No problem, hope you can get a replacement soon.”
- “Yeah… I don’t quite understand it myself, I wasn’t clipping or distorting at all.”
- >“Shit happens.”
- “Yeah, I guess so, see you tomorrow.”
- >You toss the speakers in the back of the truck and get in the drivers seat
- “I hope I get my fucking pay…” You mumble as you turn the key
- >The truck starts with a fierce rumble
- >You drive into an underground parking lot and park your truck into a spot near the elevator
- >You grab the speakers and your bag, get into the elevator, and travel up to your condo
- >You plop down everything onto the floor
- “What a shitty night.”
- >You flop on the bed and pull out your phone
- >12:30am
- >Shit, it’s not even late and you’re tired
- >Either that or you drank something…
- >You have a few texts from some buddies, asking you what happened
- “Ah leave me the fuck alone.” You say to yourself
- >You get off of the bed and grab a beer from the fridge
- >Being a local DJ doesn’t really pay well
- >And you have no idea how much this speaker fuck-up is going to cost you
- >You take a sip of your beer
- >The blown out speaker started to shake
- >You almost spit your beer out
- >The speaker started rattling and jumping around frantically
- >You back up instinctively
- >The shaking stops, and you see the cone pop off of the speaker…
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