Sometimes You Make It...

by Indie Cred

Chapter 9

After the fire had been put out, the emergency teams began searching through the rubble. It seemed that everyone had managed to get out except the DJ, who had been trapped in his booth, though they couldn’t seem to find a body anywhere. After ensuring it was safe enough, the allowed a few ponies in to collect any possessions that hadn’t been destroyed. Mr. Chance began searching through the remains of his office, hoping that at least some of his papers had survived.

Vinyl Scratch walked carefully over to the ruined stage, and up to the charred booth. She noticed something shiny in the rubble. A metal 45 adapter, which had been attached to Indie’s saddle bag. She swept away the detritus, and opened what was left of the bag to find a solidified puddle of melted vinyl. All that was left of his play list. She began to tear up, and found herself singing his song.

“Come on baby, light my fire…”

Comments

[Indie Cred]

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I know it's the Doors. I was attempting to make a Pony pun with the name. Drafts = draft horse.

[Rainbowblitz]

this was a very sad storry but also a very good one and you should make an alternate ending