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After the stunned silence passed an earth pony mare made her way to the stage. “Hey, didn’t she play the gala when we went last time?” Applejack puzzled, looking at the grey mare.
“Yeph she did.” Pinkie replied from a mouthful of cotton candy. Appearing beside the farmer mare. With an audible gulp she swallowed the sticky treat. “She played cello and I bugged her to play my music!” Pinkie grinned. “and then at that party Rarity was at! I wonder what she wants to sing.”
From the stage the mare approached the microphone in the manner of a seasoned professional. “Hello everypony. I have no idea how I got here, what I am doing here or how myself and my marefriend will get home, but as Princess Celestia said; this is a chance to let loose and have some fun, without any stuffy Canterlot nobles to judge me. So, this one is for you Vinyl.” She winked and launched into the song.
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Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock 'n' roll
Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul
She said come along with me, to a land of make believe
She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king
She loves that rock 'n' roll and she plays it all night long
That's all she ever tells me when I call her on the telephone
She says feel that jumpin' beat, and git up on your feet
She says wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king
Oh let those guitars play
Play for me play for me
Oh let that song ring out
That's how it's meant to be
It rolls like a train that's comin' on down the track
She rolled over Beethoven and she gave Tchaikovsky back
She loves that drivin' beat, she goes dancin' on down the street
She said wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king
Oh let those guitars play
Play for me play for me
Oh let that song ring out
That's how it's meant to be
When she comes around and I'm listenin' to the radio
She says you can't do that 'cause all I wanna do is rock 'n' roll
Now here I'm gonna stay where that music starts to play
She says wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king
She says wamalama bamalama rock 'n' roll is king
~~
An electric blue maned unicorn danced and whooped. “Yeah! Go Tavi!!” Pinkie grinned and waved over at her DJ friend.
“Hey PON-3, got yourself a great filly there.” Pinkie laughed at the livid blush that shot across the white pony’s face and the matching pink that graced her marefriend onstage. The grey mare trotted from the stage but was passed by her marefriend on the way they exchanged a brief kiss and the unicorn carried onto the stage. The white mare identified as PON-3 jumped up to the platform, her trademark glasses glinting under the lights and a cocky grin on her face.
“If Tavi is going to sing to me, I better return the favour and sing about her, am I right?” She said, practiced at handling a crowd. There were scattered cheers and a few return calls of her name. “So, I got this track that must have totally been written about my filly.” She grinned again and the track began.
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Just got back from the downtown palais
Where the music was so sweet
It knocked me right back in the alley
I'm ready
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ready
Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'm ready
And I'm really gonna rock tonight
Sweet little lady sings, like a songbird
And she sings the opera like you ain't never heard
But she ain't ready
No, no, no, she ain't ready
No, no, no, she ain't ready
And she ain't gonna rock & roll
She's sweet on Wagner
I think she'd die for Beethoven
She loves the way Puccini lays down a tune
And Verdi's always creeping from her room
Come on I'll show you how to sing the blues
Now baby, come on over over, you got nothin' to lose
Are you ready
Hey, hey, hey, are you ready
Ooh, ooh, ooh, are you ready
I wanna show you how to rock and roll
Now listen here baby she, said to me
Just meet me at the opera house at quarter to three
Cause I'm ready
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ready
Woo, hoo, hoo, I'm ready
I'm gonna show you how to sing the blues
She's sweet on Wagner
I think she'd die for Beethoven
She loves the way Puccini lays down a tune
And Verdi's always creeping from her room
Oh far far away
The music is...
Playin'
Well we were reelin' and rockin' all through the night
Yeah we were rockin at the opera house until the break of light
And the orchestra was playin' all Chuck Berry's greatest tunes
And the singers in the chorus all got off on them singin' blues
And as the night grew older everybody was as one
The people on the streets came runnin' in to join in song
Just to hearing the opera singers singing rock and roll so pure
I thought I saw the mayor there
But I wasn't really sure
But it's all right
~~
At their table the pony identified as ‘Tavi’ rolled her eyes, not losing the smile held within them or the light blush on her cheeks. The DJ struck her usual pose and then cantered to join her marefriend and other friends, a cadre of musical ponies from their cutie marks and demeanour. Discord had really been chaotic with his choice of ‘guests’.
By this point in the evening Luna had convinced her sister to attend the dance party Pinkie had started conducting in the Discotheque, claiming she needed to in order to capture a boogaloo. Cadence had dragged Shining along with them, promises to “Shake dat thing!” keeping him at least willing.
Fluttershy had wilted to a tired but happy state, viewing the comings and goings of the crowd and observing the cute romance between her friends, two of whom being her best friends of all. The two couples in question had decided to spend some quality time with each other, sitting in low set seats besides tables close to the bar.
With a gap in performers a grey Pegasus with golden eyes fluttered excitedly from her seat. A brown stallion was desperately trying to keep her seated but the nimble and slightly clumsy mare flew from reach and clonked the stallion with her back hoof. She dodged and weaved to the platform and with incredible focus put a track to play. “I’m going to sing this and no one can stop me! Not even you muffin!” She giggled.
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Doctor Who (Hey!) Doctor Who,
Doctor Who (Hey!) The Tardis,
Doctor Who (Hey!) Doctor Who,
Doctor Who, ah, Doctor Who,
Doctor Who, ah, Doctor Who
Exterminate
Posh, Posh, Posh, Loads of money
Huh, hah, hah, hah, hah
Huh, hah, hah, hah, hah
Huh, hah, hah, hah, hah
Huh, hah, hah, hah, hah
Huh, hah, hah, hah, hah
Doctor Who (Hey!) Doctor Who
Doctor Who (Hey!) The Tardis
Doctor Who (Hey!) Doctor Who
Doctor Who, ah, Doctor Who
Doctor Who, ah, Doctor Who
You What?! (You What?!)
You What?! (You What?!)
You What?! You What?! You What?!
Exterminate
Huh, hah, hah, hah, hah
Huh, hah, hah, hah, hah
We obey no one
Huh, hah, hah, hah, hah
We are the superior beings
Doctor Who (Hey!) Doctor Who
Doctor Who (Hey!) The Tardis
Doctor Who (Hey!) Doctor Who
Doctor Who, ah, Doctor Who
Doctor Who, ah, Doctor Who
~~
The brown stallion had by the point reached the stage and was wearily face-hoofing. His wife finished with an extravagant bow and he dragged her back to their circle of friends, all of whom were equal parts confused, disgusted and highly amused. Another of their number approached the stage.
“Uh, Hi everypony. You’ll have to forgive me if I sound bad... I wrote this song a while back and sold it on to a college buddy who managed Colts2Stallions... So yeah. I uh, usually write music and lyrics over singing them, but Bons.” She gestured out to a two tone haired earth mare who waved sweetly, “Wanted me to go ahead and sing it.”
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So I call your name, cross my fingers
uncross the others, hesitate.
I don't think straight with nothing to prove.
I don't wanna say I'm leaving
so I'll stay until the weekend.
And you can take all your things;
the boxes and rings
and get going.
'Cause I've been waiting for...
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night.
Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.
So I call you out
Just to feel a little bit better about myself
And I do, baby I do
'Til their lips start to move,
and their friends wanna talk music
I say "I've never heard the tune!"
But I have, I just hate the band
'cause they remind me of you.
Every single night ends up the same,
I don't say much at all, but I bring up your name.
(Over and over and over)
I think it's striking me out.
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night
Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.
But not you,
you still wear boots and your hair is too long
and then this one doesn't want to admit she's fallen in love
Oh c'mon, oh c'mon, what's a boy to do
When all the pretty girls can't measure to you.
I don't understand your reasons
Please just stay over the weekend
You can't take all those things
They define you and me
everything we've become,
You're all that I need
Please don't make me face my generation alone.
All the pretty girls on a Saturday night.
Let it be, and come to me with the look in your eyes.
Will you break and take all the words from my mouth?
I wish all the pretty girls were shaking me down.
But not you,
I feel your faith is destroying the world
and then this one doesn't want to admit
the 80s is over and done
Oh c'mon, what's a boy to do,
when all the pretty girls can't measure to you
~~
The unicorn smiled and took an odd bow, stood on her two back hooves. “That one reached number one on the Canterlot Music Chart back when it was released. I kinda wrote it from experience.” Bowing once more she trotted off the stage and joined a rowdy group at her table. She was pounced on by the earth mare as the group hoofed drinks and laughed with each other.
Discord looked at his bare wrist and clicked and eagle claw, making a watch appear. “Hmm, still some time for things to happen. What’s up next I wonder?”