Title:           V and A's business Chapter 1
Author:          Dr_Anonymous
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First Edit:      Tuesday 9th of September 2014 03:43:49 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 9th of September 2014 03:43:49 PM CDT

Chapter 1 A Day on the Train
>It has been almost a week since you accepted the job from the creature from Canterlot and in that time you had come to learn quiet a lot about him.
>His name was Anonymous, but he preferred to be called Anon.
>He was a “Human”, whatever that is, and had been in Equestria for about a year.
>His club was called “Blue Oyster Colts” a reference to some band he knew from his home.
>You were all packed up and had your DJ-ing gear all checked and stamped.
>You had argued with Anon for almost 20 min. before he had finally conceded and allowed you to use your gear.
>The two of you head over to the train station with your impressive luggage collection in tow.
>”So, are you sad to be leaving Ponyville?”
>You look at him and see he is being genuine and answer,
“Yes, I am…”
>You weren’t lying, even though you weren’t all that popular you had friends that you had to say good-bye to.
>It was especially hard to say good-bye to Pinkie Pie, that mare cried on your shoulder for 10 min. before baking you some cupcakes for you and wishing you luck.
>You were going to miss this small town… but it was time to move on to bigger and better things!
“I will miss my friends, but you just don’t get chances like this every day!”
>He nods in agreement and replies, “Yeah, I understand what you mean, when I was first offered the chance to run this club, I knew that’s what I was meant to do in this world.”
>You had heard that he had been offered to run the club before but not by who…
“Who offered you the club?”
>”Princess Celestia.” He answered nonchalantly.
>Oh that’s really cool…!
“WHAT?”
>He looks surprised, than it seems to click in his head.
>”Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to tell you, Celestia set me up with the club because of some conversations we had when I first arrived.”
>You were taken aback.
>Not only were you working at a club in Canterlot, which was owned by an alien creature…. You were working at a club in Canterlot, which was owned by an alien creature, which was given to him by Princess Celestia.
>Where did your sudden luck come from?
>”Yeah, the Princess didn’t want me becoming some homeless bum, and she knew I loved music, mixing drinks, and had a college degree in business… and the rest is history!”
>This all made enough sense that you bought it… but why did he need a DJ?
>He must’ve had somepony to take care of music up till now!
“But, why do you need me, surely you have a DJ to take care of your music?”
>He shook his head, “All the DJ’s I tried were just too boring. They all tried to play some obnoxious classical music that put my customers to sleep!”
>The two of you share a good chuckle at the thought of his customers sleeping at the bar and on the dance floor.
>You both arrive at the train station and find the attendant looking at some magazine behind his counter.
>Must be pretty boring having to sit there and just wait for some... oh.
>You catch sight of the magazine’s contents and see it is obviously a Playcolt.
>Wow, he has some balls to be looking at that in public!
>”Ahem”
>Anon has a little blush on his features as he tries to attract the colt’s attention away from his “book”.
>”Huh… oh sorry… how can I help you?”
>The poor colt is all flustered, it’s kinda cute… or it would have been if it had been any other kind of magazine!
>”Two to Canterlot, one way.”
>The colt sighs, obviously happy we weren’t asking about his choice in reading material, “That will be 50 bits.”
>He looks at you and blanches… damn he must have seen your eyes.
>You use your magic to pull out your bag of bits, which was much fuller because of your last show, but Anon stops you.
>”Don’t worry, I got this!”
>He slaps down a piece of paper and pushes it to the attendant.
>Whatever is on the paper obviously surprises him, because he quickly replies, “Oh my goodness, I am so sorry sir, here are your tickets!”
>He pulles two golden tickets out and stamps the approval seal onto them.
>”I hope you have a good ride, the next train is set to depart in 15 min.!”
>The two of you make your way to the train currently parked on the platform and find your seat.
>A steward pony takes your luggage to the cargo area, but before he can go, you assure him that if any of your gear is lost or damaged,
“I will find you and I will kill you.”
>He looks into your eyes and practically wets himself as he scurries off to do your bidding.
>”Why is everyone so scared of you?”
>You look into his eyes and see he is really confused about this, might as well explain the situation.
“I was born with red eyes, and it scare most other ponies, because red eyes are generally an indication of evil.”
>”That’s pretty badass!”
“Yeah, I know it’s bad but… wait what?”
>He smiles, “That is totally badass in my mind, and besides, I love the color red!”
>You couldn’t help but feel happy by the feeling of vindication this guy just gave you.
“Thanks Anon, that means a lot to me!”
>He just smirks and waves you to a comfy looking seat on the train.
>You get comfortable and he sits next to you and stretches out.
>Admittedly, you had never ridden the train, but you were amped to find out what it was like.
>Anon reaches into his pocket and pulls out what appears to be a white rectangle
>From his other pocket he pulls out a black case which open up to reveal what appears to be two small black speakers.
“What is all this?”
>He glances over at you and says “This is from my home and it’s called an iPod, it stores and plays back music.”
>You had never seen something so sleek and advanced looking!
>He plugs the speakers into the input port and you can hear some clicks as he pushes some buttons on the screen.
>Suddenly music is being projected out of the speakers (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TFlN1NMua5o)
>It was music you had never heard before, in a style you had never even considered before.
>Anon was giving you a glance at a type of music previously unheard of in Equestria.
>Though it was clear from the expression on his face he thought nothing of it, you were deeply moved by this incredible display.
>It goes on for a few minutes before the song ends and he picks a new track.
> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKzsktuqwyU) You were confused at first, why was he having me listen to something about centipedes?
>Than the song kicks in and when the bass drops… in felt like a religious experience.
>You both jam out to the song, oblivious and uncaring to the scandalized looks of the ponies around you.
>When the song finally ends, you are sweating and panting from the exertion this music placed on your body.
>”Lets pick a quieter and relaxing song so we don’t bust a vein!”
>He thumbs through his selection and finally picks one (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gwx4iTRLXG8)
>This was different from the others, it had a mare singing.
>She was singing about love and how it was fading between her and her lover.
>It was a sad yet hopeful song.
>Than the colt joined her, seemingly confused with her accusations that they were drifting apart.
>You didn’t know why, but you found yourself bobbing your head with the unique tune of the song and trying to sing along even though the lyrics were obviously foreign to you.
>When the song ended, the train gave its final call and rumbled off towards it destination.
>”I don’t know about you but I am kinda tired so I am gonna play my favorite sleeping music.”
>You could see in his eyes, he was wiped.
>You were too, you had gotten all of an hour of sleep last night because you were so wired about going to Canterlot.
>You wearily nod and he goes back to his screen and clicks a few times before the songs kicks up.
> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HMnrl0tmd3k) You had heard of Jazz before, but had never actually listened to it before this.
>You decided you liked it! It had such a soothing sound, it was almost melancholy, but it made you feel relaxed, not depressed.
>You could feel your eyes closing and your breathing relaxing, so you cuddled up to Anon’s side, using him like a makeshift pillow and quietly went to sleep with the smooth sound of jazz in your ears.