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// DJ Elegence 
// Story: Friendship is Equal to or Greater than Magic 
// by Fanon Canon 
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Unlike her little dragon assistant, Twilight hadn't become quite as used to being interrupted. For such a prompt mare, everything was arranged in an orderly fashion, and only just now was she getting the hang of this walking and talking business. So when the purple unicorn's trail of thought was interrupted, she couldn't help but feel slightly irritated.


"Say old sport, got time for a question?" The voice went.


Turning her head to face her verbal intruder, Twilight was quite bewildered by the unicorn's appearance.


"Go on." She said after getting over her fright.


"Oh brilliant." The mare said with enthusiasm. "What do you think of this get up?"


The get up was what was make Twilight's brain all confused. The unicorn had a yellowish white coat that must mostly covered under a dark black jacket. A wicked electric blue mane was in two states, the part that flowed over the unicorn's head seemed to be managed in an orderly trim, but the tail was still an eccentric mess. But it was the overly large top hat fastened to the unicorns head that made her seemed cartoonish, especially since it contradicted the goggles with dark purple lenses over the eyes.


"You want my opinion?" Twilight asked the eccentric unicorn.


"That's what I asked you for, didn't I?" The unicorn said eagerly.


"Well?" Twilight took some time to go over the unicorn's get up, for she had never seen something quite like it.


"Well it's pretty unusual." She said at last.


"Is it the hat, do they clash with the goggles too much?" The unicorn asked concern.


"Kind of." Twilight agreed "Ah, I would get rid of the goggles but I've grown far too used to them to get rid of them now, but I can't rid myself of this brand new identity." The unicorn proudly stated.
"You don't say." Twilight replied dryly.


"I do." The unicorn replied.


"What's your name?" Twilight asked her.


"Err." The mare replied. "Kind of complex that one."


"How so?" Twilight pressed her.


"Well." The unicorn began. "I usually go by my stage name, you may have heard me: DJ Pon-3."


"I may have." Twilight replied, hardly too keen on anything a name like that reminded her of.


"Or maybe Vinyl Scratch, have you heard of that?" The pony with more then one name asked.


"No." Twilight flatly replied.


"Huh." The unicorn replied defeated. "I would have thought I might have made a little more of an impression around these parts. Never mind! I'm sure in a months time you will have heard of me!"


"And why's that?" Twilight asked unconvinced.


"Can't tell you, secret." The still indeterminable unicorn said cheekily.


"Of course." Twilight replied.


Mare, she goes and casts one little sentient spell, and all of a sudden, it seems that everypony suddenly has their own secret business. Well her business was just as important. Hopefully.


"Just you wait." The unicorn said. "No more turntables and beats for me, my name will be up in bright lights on the Manehatten Broadway: Vinyl... err."


"All righty then." Twilight said. "Good luck with that."


And like Cadance and the General before her, she made her departure, leaving the fancy dressed up unicorn to ponder potential names for her big break. Now there would be no more little discussions with these lovely, lovely pony folk. Now the princess herself was within her grasp, and there would be some answers indeed.

Either that or an extreme telling off...