Okay guys, this is the last chapter before the concert! I really can’t wait for that! I actually spent a fair amount of time organizing a youtube playlist for the concert so that you don’t have to follow three hundred hyperlinks to get to all of the songs. PS: You would not believe how hard it is to find the original version of Harder Better Faster Stronger on Youtube.
“Hi! My name is Breaking News!” The excited mare introduces herself to me whilst smiling brightly. I groan as my house has just been invaded by some paparazzi.
“What’s wrong? I’m just going to interview you really quick for the Ponyville Free Press, no biggie!” She smiles again. Maybe she’s right, seems nice enough!
“Well, I’m guessing you already know who I am!” I say, extending a hand for her to shake, “Name’s Danny! This is about the concert, right?”
“Yup! Why don’t we have a seat somewhere so I can write this interview down?” She looks around for a chair.
“Sure, come out here to the living room! I’ve got a coffee table you can use.” I tell her, “So how did you get in anyways?”
“Jaycee let me in! He was really scary at first, but then I got to know him a bit. It’s too bad about what happened to his friends.” She frowns and hoofs the ground awkwardly, “But anyways, let’s do this interview! IT’s my first job and I really wanna make my boss proud!”
“You saw Jaycee! Wait, you aren’t scared of him? I totally thought you would be…” I trail off into my thoughts trying to imagine the interaction between Jaycee and Breaking. Must’ve been fun for Jay… I grin and chuckle a bit.
“Okay, so what do you wanna ask?” I sit down in a chair with Dashie just next to me, “Playlist? Light show? Music?”
“Well, actually, yeah.” She recedes a little bit, shocked by my sudden seriousness.
“Well, I really wanna keep my playlist secret.” I explain, counting off the subject with my fingers, “The light show’s gonna have all kinds of shit, from strobes to blinders! Best part is, everything’s to the music, too!”
“That is pretty cool!” The mare exclaims, rapidly writing something down in her notebook, “What about the music? You said something about house and electro dubstep.”
“Yeah, I mostly listen to progressive house, like Deadmau5, and electro dubstep, like Skrillex.” I explain to her, “Dashie here is the only pony to hear Skrillex before the concert, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
“Dashie? Are you two…” She looks at me with an evil grin, “Oh, the paper will love this.” She starts scribbling rapidly into the notebook.
“You write that in the paper, I make the rest of your life a living fucking nightmare.” I say in a cold voice that seems to freeze the movements of the paparazzi pony, “I mean, I really don’t want anypony getting the wrong ideas about me and Dash. I care about her and if you make us the laughing stock of Equestria, well then, it’ll be just like my childhood on repeat.”
“So you are together…” She looks at me with a transfixed gaze, and then shakes her head to break it, “Wait, your childhood on repeat?”
“Yeah, I was pushed around and made fun of all my childhood because of my ADHD, or Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.” I shake my head and place it on the palms of my hands, deep in though and remembrance, “It makes it hard for me to concentrate or calm down. I’m always hyper and usually I’m pretty out of control.”
“Wow…” Dash says, looking at me in awe.
“Yeah, I should’ve told you all this earlier, but I’m so used to hiding it. The worst part is, though, that it doesn’t end there.” Both mares look at me in awe and confusion, “I also have pectus excavatum, a deformity where your ribs don’t grow right.”
“What do you mean?” They both look mildly scared and worried.
“Well, look. My ribs grow in instead of growing flat like they should.” I take off my shirt to show off my mild deformity, earning gasps from both mares, “It’s not life threatening and it doesn’t really impend me in any way except stupid douchebags picking on me every three seconds when I go swimming. I used to love swimming, but then the taunts got worse and worse. I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.” I put my hands over my face, “I gave up swimming nearly completely and I was going to have surgery on it next summer.”
“S-surgery?” Dash asks.
“Yeah, they were gonna slice the part of my bones out that were growing wrong and then let it grow back. I was gonna be on painkillers the entire time, of course.” I explain to the two mares. I can see tears forming in Dashie’s eyes and I swear there is a glint in the reporter’s eye too. Speaking of the reporter, she’s still writing like crazy. I throw my sweater over by body, wanting to cover my deformities.
“I-I guess it would be pretty wrong of me to do that to you and Dash…” The journalist hangs her head in shame, “I just wanted a good story…”
“Well, don’t be so down on yourself. I shouldn’t have exploded on you like that; I guess I can still give you a good story.” I say with a smile in an attempt to cheer her up, “Do you want to know about my future plans for music after the concert?”
“Do I!” The mare is now hopping. Well, that worked! Now, what to show her…
“Well, I plan on releasing a series of albums called ‘Earth’. The albums will be organized into different genres, for example; Earth Drum and Bass, Earth Progressive House, etcetera.” She is rapidly writing down notes. Dashie is looking at me with a teary gaze as I walk over to my table to get my MP3, as I left my computer at the stage.
“Well, here are a few genres I wanna include; Progressive house, like deadmau5’s FML or The 16th Hour, Electro House, like SOFI Needs A Ladder, Drum and Bass, which you haven’t heard, Dubstep, which you also haven’t heard, and Electro Dubstep, which you, yet again, have not heard.
“Can I hear some Drum and Bass?” The mare asks me. Well, I’m not playing any at the concert, so I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…
“Sure, I’ve got an awesome song on here: Vandals by Dirtyphonics, I’m sure you’ll love it.” I connect my MP3 to my sole speaker and press play on said song. The opening begins to play for roughly twenty seconds, and then the tagline kicks in.
The awesome buildup plays for another forty seconds, then the beat drops, reminding me why I love the song so much! Fuck yeah! I could do this all night! Wait, I already am! I grin remembering the concert that I am hosting later. I look over to see the two mare bobbing their heads quickly to the awesome song, as this song is in 175 BPM, much more than the 128 I’m used to. I begin to knock my head as well, as this song completely takes over you once you press play. Although, like all good things, it must come to an end as the song plays its final chords.
“That was great!” The reporter pony announces, picking up her beret, which had previously fallen off her head while dancing.
“Yeah, it is pretty good, right?” I announce, “And you’ll be the first to give details about this new exciting genre of music. Sort of like a leak, you’ve got a great story here.”
“What was dubstep?” Breaking asks after she writes down another note in her notebook. Hmm, Flux?
“Well, here’s a great track: Louder Remix by Flux Pavilion and Doctor P.” I press play on said track and I immediately am greeted by the singer’s voice.
It's something that we're feeling
There's nowhere you can hide
It's gonna get, it's gonna get
It's gonna get louder
We're gonna get, we're gonna get
We're gonna get stronger
I gonna feel, gonna feel
Gonna feel better
You can't turn this energy inside
It’s gonna get, it’s gonna get, It’s gonna get
It’s gonna get, It’s gonna get, It’s gonna get
It’s gonna get, It’s gonna get, It’s gonna get
It’s gonna get, It’s gonna get, It’s gonna get
It’s gonna get, It’s gonna get, It’s gonna get louder!
After that, the bass drops and the room is filled with the sounds of Flux kicking ass yet again. I look over to see the mares bobbing their heads. Yeah, this is a pretty kick ass song. I start to lose myself in the masterpiece but sadly, this song, like most songs by Flux, is quite short and ends quickly. I notice the time on the clock in front of me; 7:00. I still have around an hour and a half before I have to get to the concert.
“Like it?” I ask the mares, who bob their heads in approval.
“Yeah, that was pretty cool! I can’t wait to see the look on my boss’ face when he sees that I got all of this great info!” Breaking starts the bouncing again, ecstatic, “Well, I’d better get going! I want to show these notes to my boss before the concert starts!”
“Okay then, see ya!” I wave at her as she exits the living room, followed by the sound of a closing door. She sure was a lot nicer than I expected. I smile and turn to Dashie, expecting to see a happy grin upon her face.
What I see shocks me; I see a tear filled frown upon the cyan mare’s face, her head facing the ground. Geez…
“What’s wrong Dashie?” I ask her in a gentle tone, trying to comfort her.
“I-I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about all those things that you had wrong with you.” She digs her head into my chest, “I can’t believe that you have all that.”
“Dashie, there’s no reason to feel sorry for me.” I explain, trying to stop her tears. I sit down next to her on the couch and continue to talk. “It’s not your fault and, like I said before, it’s not gonna kill me. I’ve learned to live with it, no matter how hard it is. In a world like mine, you couldn’t afford to fall behind. A few little defects were the least of my worries.”
“Little!?!” Dash yells at me like I’m crazy, “You were made fun of for something you couldn’t control! You wanted to cut out your ribs because you were made fun of so much! That’s more than little…” She breaks down into crying some more, resting her head on my chest. I slowly stroke the pegasus’ mane to calm her down.
“Dash, I’m not worth crying over. I’m just not worth it.” I say to her. She turns her head and looks at me. The fur under her eyes is damp from tears.
“Yes you are, Danny, you’re worth it to me.” She kisses me on the cheek before wrapping her hooves around me and resting her head upon my shoulder. I return the embrace, holding her in my arms. I’m worth it…maybe I am too hard on myself...
“Thanks Dashie. I…I don’t know where I’d be right now without you.” I feel tears begin to fall from my eyes. Not tears of sadness, tears of joy. I finally have someo- err, somepony who will cry for me. Somepony who won’t abandon me, I found Dashie. I hold her like this for what feels like hours, occasionally giving her a kiss. Eventually, I decide to end the embrace.
“Well, how about me showing you how to play TF2?” I ask her, wanting to end the conversation of this tear-filled subject.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” Dash answers, using her hoof to wipe her tears off as she steps onto the ground.
“Hey, where the hell is Jay?” I ask Dash, who gives a shrug. I look at the clock; 7:20.
“YO JAY! WHERE ARE YOU!?!” I yell, hoping to attract his attention.
I walk upstairs and am greeted by the figure of a sleeping Jaycee. Come fucking on…
I shove him a few times, gaining a response from the fourth and final push.
“What the hell man…I was taking a nap…” Jaycee mumbles, staring at me.
“Dude, the concert’s in, like, one hour. If you wanna make a good impression on anypony, you’d better get ready.” I tell him.
“Whatever man, I guess Imma take a shower and get a sweater from my box.
“Okay then, I’m gonna teach Dashie how to play TF2.” I tell him as he slowly gets out of bed. I then begin my descent down the stairs with Dashie at my side.
I spend the next thirty minutes teaching Dashie the basics of the game, which she grasps surprisingly quickly. Her favorite class turns out to be the Scout, no surprise there, and she goes nearly even for each of the matches we play.
Eventually, she remembers that she has to get dressed for Nightmare Night and leaves for her cloud home, only to return ten minutes later wearing the whole Shadowbolts getup. We continue to play TF2 until I hear my alarm go off, signaling that it is now 8:30. Okay, time to go. I turn off the Xbox, much to Dashie’s disdain, though she perks up once I remind her of the concert.
I begin to walk out the door, followed by Dashie. I have my mau5head tucked under my left arm, the excitement building in me. I notice the darkness. Perfect! Lights will look badass in this!
Crossing the road to my venue, I am shocked at the sight before my eyes. Not the crowd, whose numbers must be in the hundreds or thousands, but I am shocked at what I see on the stage: Jaycee.
The ponies seem transfixed on him, watching him intently. They don’t even notice me as I begin to walk up to the stage, waving a goodbye to Dashie as she begins to hover over to the space above the crowd.
“Yo, Jaycee! What’s up?” I yell at him, instantly gaining not only his attention, but the entire crowd’s attention as well. I am unfazed by the thousands of eyes staring at me, “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Yeah, decided I should introduce myself a little early.” He smiles at me as I walk onstage to give him a brofist.
“So, what do ya think of Jaycee!?!” I have to yell my question, as I am lacing a microphone at the moment.
“He’s pretty nice.” A mint colored mare I recognize as Lyra (NOT FUCKING HEARTSTRINGS! I HATE THAT NAME! ) answers, prompting a multitude of ponies to agree with her. I see the Princesses also agreeing and notice that Luna looks the exact same as she did in episode 1; being roughly the same height as all of the other ponies, as opposed to her sister, who towers over the other ponies. They are surrounded by a few weaponless guards, nothing too crazy.
“Well, I’m gonna take the stage now, so if you don’t mind…” I gesture towards the stairs leading off the stage.
“Ok man, I can’t wait to see this, should be pretty freaking awesome!” He exclaims, walking off the stage.
I turn to face the crowd, setting the mau5head on the table. The ponies all gasp at the head, not in fear, but in pleasant surprise, as they did recognize the head from the album cover. I grin, ready to pull some serious shit. Oh fuck yeah…
About all of those defects, I really have all of those in real life and I am going to get surgery at Motts Hospital after school gets out. Anyways, the next chapter is going to kick total ass! P.S: I’ve been looking for some Rainbow Dash in Earth stories (Not Conversion Bureau). Random Quote: ‘That’s not a waffle…’- Internet Kids.