And the Bass Did Drop. · 3:22pm Sep 16th, 2012

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The doors of the Nightlight were slammed open, causing the entire building to quake a little more than it already was. To most ponies, this would have jarred them from their business of choice and had them staring toward its source, but for the crowd that had gathered, this was just another sound to the endless bass that shook the whole street.

Princess Luna stepped into the club with all the royal dignity she could muster, followed by her two constant companions. All around her, she saw the ponies dancing to music that she had never experience before. Sharp pangs of impossible and electronic music were mixed with hard, fast drum beats, a pounding rhythm that spoke with an emotion. What emotion it conveyed was up to the listener alone, but it’s intensity would not be ignored. It was made to be heard.

Princess Luna liked it.

At the west wing of the building was a bar, housing half a dozen current patrons in various states of inebriation. Some ponies were tipsy enough to tilt, while others had only begun to enjoy their night.

The DJ booth was situated far in the back of the main room, protected by what Luna could identify as shatterproof glass. The DJ in question was quite protected, which struck the night princess as odd. Why would the conveyor of such music need protection? A squint at the booth told her nothing, for the glass was also tinted, and she could not see whoever was playing these sick beats.

The main attraction of the club was the dance floor. Sitting in the middle of the huge room, it contained dozens of patrons who had long ago reached the limit of their interest in self image preservation. They danced with abandon, slaves and yet masters to both the music and their own emotions. Well over twenty ponies were shaking their groove things to every blare of the bass.

Though the club itself was not what most ponies would call “high society”, it still radiated a sense of class about it. The deep blue shag carpet that surrounded the dance floor,and the multicolored lights flashing from one end of the spectrum to the next in a constant pattern defied their stereotypes and instead conveyed the feeling that this was a place for ponies who knew, with no question in their minds, what a good time was.

“Are you alright, princess?” said a voice that almost seemed far away. When she looked, Luna saw that it was the voice of Morningstar, a concerned expression masking him. “You seemed to zone out for a moment.”

“We-I am fine,” she corrected herself. “I am just...overwhelmed a bit.”

“What?” Morningstar nearly shouted, trying to convey over the constant drums. “What did you say?”

“I said,” she spoke louder, “that I am fine and you needn’t worry.”

“What in a hurry?” he asked, again not hearing his normally quite loud Princess. The altered ears of both guards were twitching erratically. Bat hearing did not belong in loud nightclubs, that was for sure.

The Matriarch of Night growled, not use to being misheard. She took a breath and raised her voice.

“WE SAID WE ARE QUITE ENJOYING OURSELVES!”

The Royal Canterlot Voice echoed through the club like a thunderbolt. It was only as it radiated through the building that Princess Luna noticed she had, for only a moment, completely drowned out the music.

Suddenly, the active machine that was the Nightlight came to a screeching halt. Ponies ceased dancing, and the music came to a stop with a loud scratch, as everyone turned their head toward the entrance. Many jaws hit the floor as ponies beheld their Starlight Sorceress.

Luna herself winched as the entire crowd turned to face her, most of their expressions marked in confusion, while others were marked with fear. Even the most inebriated of ponies was glancing at her, aware completely of the gravity of the situation.

“We should go,” spoke Equinox by Luna’s side, both him and Morningstar now hunched down in a defensive stance.

“Who dares?” came a voice. It came from everywhere, as the music had before, shaking the room with it’s own intensity, though the speaker had obviously not yelled the words. “Who dares drown out my sound with her own?”

The Queen of the Moon blinked in confusion. Had she just been...challenged? “Who dares speak to your princess in such a manner?” she said back at the faceless entity of sound.

At that moment, there was the sound of magic, and then the sound of grating as some hidden machinery came to life. All eyes turned to the back of the club, to the DJ booth, as the tinted glass began to rise, revealing the booth itself. For a moment, Luna saw through the tinted glass a pair of red dots staring at her. But as the glass rose, the red dots were revealed to instead be a pair of dark shaded glasses, hiding the eyes of their current owner and wearer.

Said wearer, and obviously the DJ of the club, was a white unicorn whose mane was stripped with two colors of electrical blue, and kept in a fizzled style that showed off her inner wild side. Her mark was hidden from view for the moment, but it was obvious to any who saw her what this mare’s talent was.

“So,” the unicorn spoke after a few moments, letting the glass ascend fully, “you want to drown me out then? Think you can make louder sound than me? Prove you can bring the noise and we’ll see.”
Luna glared at this young upstart. She did not like being challenged. “As the youth of this generation say, bring it on.”

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