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// Story 3: D.J. [Vinyl Scratch] 
// Story: Ponyville Jukebox 
// by wbwolf 
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D.J.
inspired by the song by David Bowie


Another night, another gig.

She stepped off the platform to make way for the next DJ for the night in the hippest club in Canterlot.  "Everyone stomp your hooves for DJ Pon3!"  Vinyl Scratch was busy getting her records together, but she spared a quick wave to the cheers and applause.  She then magicked her wax into her saddlebags and headed to the green room to cool down.  One thing she learned early on was when you are on stage, give all you got, but once your set is over, move on.

The thumps of the dance music dimmed to a muffled throb as she got to the green room in the back of the club. The adrenaline from the performance always caused her head to throb in time with the beat after a show.  She was about get a welcomed drink of water when she was interrupted.

"Hey, Vinyl, great show.  You just killed it again!"

Vinyl chuckled, "Thanks, Needle.  The crowd was into your show as well."

The stallion leaned back on the couch he was resting on "Thanks.  Always prefer to play before you, get them worked up.  You're a hard act to follow."

Vinyl was silent a moment, mostly since she was dehydrated and badly needed to gulp down as much water as she could.  After taking care of her thirst, she then stowed her gear in a locker.  Once her immediate needs were met, she turned to the stallion and shrugged, "I am what I play.  The crowds seem to like it."

"Oh, don't give me that!  That sort of philosophical crap isn't you."

Vinyl looked over her trademark shades and smirked, "I know, but it sounds impressive.  Gives the reporters something to put in the paper.  Now if you'll excuse me, I want to get a couple drinks in me and enjoy the other shows."

Needle Drop waved a hoof, "I'll see you out there a little later."

With that, Vinyl Scratch headed back onto the floor.