As Lyra and I neared the club, the pounding bass we had heard earlier was what we were feeling now. It was so powerful I could feel every other beat vibrating in my chest! Seeing as it would be difficult to go through the front door for me, we decided to look through the glass ceiling panels to solve our little distracting mystery of this noisy nightclub. We settled down between the two sets of panels that made up the majority of the ceiling, and we soon found our answer. Up on an elevated stage we saw the producer of the electronic music that was the life of the party. Sitting behind several tables, one a disk jockeying set up, another a table full of dials and switches, and the other a keyboard, was a pearl white unicorn. Her spiky mane was colored with multiple streaks of blue, as was her tail. She had a Cutie Mark in the shape of a beamed note, and she was wearing purple shaded goggles. Above her and the towering Subwoofers was a neon light sign which read ‘PON-3’.
I drew back the portion of my invisibility cloak that was covering up my face and I looked over to Lyra. “She seems pretty popular. Do you know who she is?”
Lyra looked down, and frowned. “Nope, can’t say I do. The music isn’t what I’m used to, but it’s not bad at all!”
We sat there for a few minutes more, soaking in the beats, until it died down after a while.
As the music faded we heard a voice over the speakers reverberating up through the windows to us and out to the crowd. “Alright, you lot! You enjoyin’ this?”
There was a very discernible roar from the crowd. “You hungry for more?”
Another roar came up from the crowd. “Well don’t you fret! DJ PON-3 is only gonna give you the best. Prepare to be electrified!”
At this she used her magic to create a blue light beam that shot up into the air. Unfortunately, it shot up into the air; directly into my face. I was blinded, and as I instinctively stood up, I tripped over my invisibility cloak. I fell over it, and fell right through the glass roof of the club ceiling.
Lyra screamed “Adam!” Even as she screamed, she instinctively caught me by the shoe with her emerald colored magic. I was dangling by her magic alone, with nothing to support me at all. The music had stopped practically the second I fell through the glass, and as my vision returned, I saw that every single regular, horned, and winged pony had their eyes concentrated directly on me.