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// The Grey Pony 
// Story: Soft Tunes and Grand Strings 
// by VioletMichaelis 
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Vinyl felt the familiar feelings of music pulse through her body. The club was absolutely packed. Many ponies were keeping to themselves, others were hitting on younger mares and stallions. The majority however, were enjoying the light show while they were off their head. 
Vinyl had a rush coursing through her from some pills she had taken a few minutes earlier. She turned the music up almost painfully loud. It would surely have been heard from blocks away. Tonight was a special gig. It was the anniversary of receiving her cutie mark. She pushed up the bass until the club was literally shaking. 


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I feel the music course through me, it's taking its place deep inside my soul. I play my heart on the deck. It's not like that night though, now it's crazier. The music is much louder, and I have more experience with mixing. It feels so great to have everypony enjoy my playing. My eyes. my beautiful red eyes almost glow as they look across the crowd. 
“You all having fun!?” I scream into the crowd over the microphone. My voice is projected over the music. A chorus of happy cries comes back at me. 
I flicker my eyes over to the laser lights, adjusting them to flash across the crowd. The security guards are holding people off the stage. My smile grows as the song slows to an end. “Sweet. Time for me to clock off.” I collect my things from the club's set up and put them in several saddle bags. A few of the security guards come and help me carry my bags outside. There's a pony ready to take me home in his Taxi. I throw my bags inside and get in. Before he can leave a grey-brown mare comes up to me. 
“Hold up Speedy.” I tell the driver. (I know him well) She walks forwards gingerly and hands me a bit of paper. 
“Can you sign this for me, miss Scratch?” She asks. I'm surprised by her fancy accent. 
“Sure thing, who to?” 
She blushes under her brown hair. “Octavia...” 
I nod and sign the slip of paper. 'To miss Tavi, keep on rockin'. Love, Scratch. 
'Tavi' squeals and runs away after thanking me. I watch her run down the street. I'm totally perplexed. “Doesn't she play for the orchestra?”