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!AUGPONI2JY 02/05/12(Sun)07:31 No.33983167>>33983161 Then it happened. The music reached its crest with a blast of sound that bowled over those sitting too close to the speakers, and the music began to coast downhill with its cargo of exhausted revelers. In ones and twos, and sometimes small herds of close friends, ponies began filtering out of the venue to go home and sleep. Only the die-hard fans were still present to see the first rays of the sun peek in the windows and, exhausted beyond belief, they still found the energy to cheer as the music faded down to a barely-audible throb of bass. "You don't need to cheer for me." Their beat-goddess replied, her synthesized voice having gained a particular gleam of a job well done. "This is just what I do. Cheer for yourselves instead, for having lives this full of joy." Then the beat finally stopped, the mare at the booth unplugged herself, and turned to walk backstage.
Something caught her, though. Perhaps it was the sunbeam pouring in, spotlighting the DJ booth in Celestia's glory. She turned and stepped back into the booth, horn glowing as she picked up a microphone and brought it to her lips. The handful of partiers left didn't notice, they were gathering their things to go home. Then an unfamiliar voice came over the PA, soft and completely organic, and they all turned to look at the DJ booth.
"I should be thanking you, you know." The die-hard partiers looked at one another in surprise. Was this...? "Doesn't matter how good I am or how fancy my tech is. Without you, I wouldn't be here, and I'd be glad to call any one of you a friend." Then she smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling with joy behind her trademark shades. "So, thanks. You can call me Scratch."
The mare in the DJ booth clicked her microphone off, set it down on the mixing board, and walked backstage to the sound of thunderous applause. |