The lights flashed and her head banged in time with the beat. With a swift movement, she lifted her hoof and stopped the record, but only for a second. Scratching was one of her favorite things to do at night clubs, but lately, not many ponies cared for her scratching style. They all demanded dupstep! None of them cared for the fine art of- wait, was she actually calling it a fine art?
Vinyl laughed and changed the track over to another song. She was getting as bad as her room mate! Maybe it was a good thing that she had signed up to DJ this nightclub. She had never actually heard of it before, being for the fact that it was new to Ponyville and most of the tracks felt more classical, but still all dubstep. Like usual, she just banged her head along with the beat and focused on each of the notes that flowed from the speakers.
Ponies usually would have to get her attention if they wanted a request, but with the music being as loud as it was, Vinyl would never hear them. The only way ponies could get her attention would be if they waited for that song to be over, or if they hit her upside the head. However, Vinyl caught sight of a pony in the crowd and her attention was instantly drawn to her. In this dim lighting, she could not tell who exactly it was, but she had a gut feeling she knew who they were.
The announcer pony got up on the stage next to her and asked her to step aside. The track came to an end and he grabbed the mic with his magic.
"Alright everypony! We're gonna be having another DJ off and this time with DJ P0N-3!" The crowd cheered and Vinyl just rolled her eyes. Every now and again, a club would have a DJ contest just like some ponies had rap battles. She would always win of course. It was her job and her talent. No one would or could beat her. She started to search through her tracks for one that she would enjoy playing while also kicking this pony's butt.
"You in the back! Yeah you! You'll be our competitor!"
The pony that had caught her attention earlier came through the crowd and Vinyl found herself smiling. Now she could figure out who this mare was and put her mind to rest. Her coat was a smokey grey and her straight dark grey mane was tied up in a bun. She wore a black tailcoat that hid her cutie mark from view. Her eyes were hidden behind glasses much like Vinyl's only rounder.
The mare got onto the turn table with Vinyl and soon the track began. Confidence spread through out Vinyl and a smirk spread onto her lips. There was no way a classy pony like her could beat her at her own game! Going with the rules, the mare picked the track and Vinyl found that it was one she hadn't heard before. Violins mixed with her beautiful wubs. Piano played against her bass.
While the entire thing was different than what she was used to, it was without a doubt beautiful. The mare was surprisingly a fantastic DJ and Vinyl forgot for a moment that they were competing. She enjoyed DJ-ing along side this mysterious mare. The classical and the dubstep combining together sent shivers down her spine. It filled her with pleasure in an odd way that her music hadn't done before. She could not hold her love for this music any longer.
Vinyl looked over to the other pony and shouted over the music. "Hey! You're pretty good!" The mare just nodded her head. Vinyl pushed further.
"So what song is this? It's wicked awesome!" The smokey grey mare turned and smiled.
"It's Beethoven's Moonlight Sonta." She replied. Her voice was so light and sophisticated. Was there a hint of an accent too? Vinyl swore that she had heard this voice before, but due to the music the two of them were creating and the shouts of the ponies below, she could not hear properly and could only make out faint traces of the mare's accented voice.
The song ended much too fast for Vinyl's liking. The crowd cheered and Vinyl herself cheered. That had been fantastic! She turned to the mare with a smile.
"I like your style! Name's Vinyl Scratch. You are?"
The mare seemed surprised and just stared back at her. Wasn't she going to tell her name? The mare took in a breath and forced a nervous smile.
"O-Oh well thank you! You can just call me Violin~" She extended a hoof and Vinyl shook it.
"Violin! Nice DJ-ing you got going there! I'd love to do more with you some time!" Violin took a step back away from her.
"Oh well, I don't do this professionally and I would hate to steal your thunder-"
"Nah, nah. It's cool man. I loved it!" Vinyl said, cutting her off. "You should do more of it!"
Before Violin could say anything, the announcer pony got back up on the stage and grabbed the mic. The roar of the crowd got louder and louder and Vinyl found herself unable to even hear the announcer who of course was louder than them all thanks to the microphone. Vinyl turned back towards where Violin had been standing, but found the mare gone. She began to search the crowd frantically for her new found partner, but the crowd of ponies was one large blob of color.
Vinyl sighed and put the next track. She continued on doing her job and playing different dubstep tracks, but Vinyl could not get that mare off her mind. She could not forget that beautiful mix of classical and dubstep; of the violin and her wubs mashing together into a blend of perfection.
Would she ever see her again? Would Violin return to this nightclub for another go? Vinyl decided right then and there that this nightclub was going at the top of places she'd DJ for. There was something about this place she loved. Perhaps it was the more classical pieces they had to offer for her? As she spun her tracks and let their sweet beats roll out of the speakers, Vinyl realized she had a love for the music that was the complete opposite of what her talent called for.
What would this do to her career? If she stuck to the blending of the two, she'd be able to continue with her job. However, not too many ponies enjoyed classical dubstep. They usually thought that combining the two together would ruin the classical music. Vinyl didn't know what to do. She couldn't tell her room mate. She had always teased classical music and claimed the her dubstep and techno was always better. Now she had the thought of this weighing down on her mind.
She had to find that mare again or her mind would never be settled.