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// Intro 
// Story: DJ P0n3 
// by BDassassin1994 
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DJ P0n-3


Intro


The cavernous space was pitch black. The air felt heavy as she slowly silently breathed it in. Suddenly a deep thud sounded, followed by the sound of something scraping back, calling to mind images of a great siege bow being fired seemingly at the darkness itself. This continued for a moment, then the first sound was joined by another, slightly higher and slightly after the first. As a third set was added to the a soft glow from her horn lit up the unicorns mirrored teal goggles, as more were added until six of the bows fired at once, then quiet again. This time a faint static broke the silence a fraction of a second before the laser lights came on with a fast techno beat. The rave resumed as if there had never been a pause, as if the famous DJ P0n-3 was no different than the local talent that had opened for her. This is what she loved, what she lived for, playing music that she loved and that the people loved. In her mind it didn't matter how famous she was, how much she was getting payed for this, the world outside the pulsing club just faded from existence. Until the bass faded she was an immortal goddess holding her court. After that however....



Vinyl awoke the next day in some-ponies bed, placing her iconic shades back on before the sun could assault her eyes. She could hear them in the shower and decided that this would make an excellent moment to leave. She made her way soundlessly out of the house, just as she had done every morning (or afternoon, it tended to blur together) since she had started this tour 4 months ago. As soon as she was on her private train car heading for her next show in Celestia-knows-where she started counting down the minutes till she was playing again, until she was the goddess of the stage ruling her own kingdom of the club once more.



It continued like this for a few more weeks, nothing breaking the series of concerts, one night stands, and hangovers that were her life through the tours.  Finally she came to her last show in a sleepy little town called Ponyville. As the roadies were setting up Vinyl surveyed the town and came to the conclusion that tonight would be a great night. Making her way back to the tent where the rave was being hosted and seeing the ponies lined up for it she felt a chill go from the tip of her horn to the base of her tail. In a few short hours these ponies would become her faithful subjects for the night.