//------------------------------// // Wishes // Story: Fame is not Friendship... // by Lady Spider //------------------------------// *A/N: Chapter One: Some Nights by Fun* Wishes “...Some nights I wish this all would end ‘Cause I could use some friends for a change And some nights I’m scared you’ll forget me again...” Every night of my life is the same. Every day of my life is the same. All day I sleep. All night I work. You see. I am the DJ here at the Ponyville nightclub: Club Pon-3. My name is Vinyl Scratch. Fame is really a strange thing. Everypony knows you, everypony likes you, but you have no friends... It was that one day of that one week in that one month... in other words, I had no idea what the date was. Either way, it was like, seven in the evening and I arrived early at the club as I always do. The door was already unlocked and the bartender, Strawberry Daiquiri, was already behind the counter, cleaning glasses and moving bottles around. “Hey Vinyl.” I nodded a reply back at him. “Already took the broom to the floors and wiped down the tables.” “Thanks Straw.” I caught the stallion rolling his eyes at me as I walked over to the sound board and speakers. Straw had never liked the kind of music I played but he never had a say in it either seeing as the owner of Club Pon-3, a pony nopony had ever met face to face, had hired me specifically for the type of music I chose to create. I checked over the wiring to be sure everything was hooked up properly and took my favorite headphones out from under the table with my magic. The brightness of the everyday lights glinted off the silver making the black treble and bass clefs seem to glow on the already glowing with ruby magic headphones. I plugged them into the system and set them gently onto the sound board. “Where are my shades?” Straw answered me by simply nodding his horn toward the VIP room. “Thanks.” I grumbled. I trotted toward the door and pulled a ring of keys out of my green hoodie pocket. “Not this one... not this one...” Finally I found the right key and unlocked the door. I was really the only one who ever came in here. I flipped the light switch and the room became dimly lit. It was a fairly large room with two large red couches and a large fireplace. My signature shades were sitting on the table against the wall. My magic grasped them and brought them to me. I stared a moment into the purple glass. My giant red eyes reflected back, tinted purple by the glass and I sighed. The shades slid onto my face and I exited the room again. By now it was almost seven-thirty. The two stallions who served as Club Pon-3’s security had arrived and were guarding the door. I peeked through the window and noted that there was already a line for our opening at 8 o’clock. Completely ignored by Straw and the two security stallions, I trotted over to my beloved sound system and set my headphones around my neck. Straw went into the VIP room and presently the normal lights went out and the multicolored dance lights began glowing and flashing. I didn’t feel into any music yet so I just programmed a loop to play from last week. The loop began and I relaxed slightly as the sound of my precious dubtrot began. 7:55. Five minutes passed and nopony moved or spoke. Exactly at 8, one of the stallions opened the door and they began letting ponies into the club. Instantly the bar was filled with ponies of all ages and the dance floor was covered with moving bodies. Many of them came up to the sound board to ask for an autograph or a picture. I smiled and signed to make everypony happy. Eventually the music took over all other thoughts and I turned the loop into a new mix that just kept changing all night. ****************************** The club finally emptied completely around 3:30 in the morning. I felt dead tired. Straw was a little tipsy, drinking on the job again... The stallions made a quick round about the building then left. As for me, I packed up slowly. At least here I had peace and quiet from even my own thoughts. The only thing here I heard or focused on was my music. But now, it was over. The night was passed and the morning was arriving. I was the last to leave Club Pon-3. I stood in the door surveying the now empty dance floor and bar. My bass speakers loomed over the sound boards like a protective mother. I sighed and shut the door, using my magic to flip the light switch. I trotted tiredly home. I lived on the outskirts of Ponyville. The house looked simple on the outside. However, the inside was far from what was expected. Since I slept during the day I had large thick black curtains covering every window, making the inside of the building dark as night. They were also great for keeping out peeping toms. I had had an incident with a group of fans who would stand on ladders outside my window to watch me sleep during the day. Very creepy. I took my shades off and set them on the kitchen counter, glad that I had remember to bring them home for once. A yawn escaped my lungs as I trudged up the stairs. My hooves hurt and my eyes ached. I pushed open the door to my room and crashed onto the bed. I was asleep almost instantly. My dreams full of imaginings of friends and ideas for music, sleep claimed me completely until the alarm went off for 6:30pm again. This was my life. Every hour, every minute was the same day by day. My name is Vinyl Scratch. Fame is really a strange thing. Everypony knows you, everypony likes you, but you have no friends... And all I want... all I wish for... is a friend...