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// Forging a Plan 
// Story: Diary of a DJ 
// by XyroX 
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Best! Night! Ever! Dude, this night couldn’t have been better! I was on stage the entire evening, spinning like crazy and the crowd went totally insane! Even Princess Luna screamed like a little fan girl, man I can’t describe this feeling. Too bad that I still haven’t finished the song for Octy yet, playing that one would’ve have super awesome. But still, the night was pure epicness. 

When I arrived there was some huge red carpet, walking down it felt like I was a film star or something. Fans and photographs everywhere around me, and when I entered the club, the first thing I saw was that huge light floating above the stage, shaped like my cutie mark. Next, princesses Luna and Twilight came up to congratulate me for this event, then I saw Octy. She was totally excited, a little shy at first, but she started to feel comfortable around the Princess, and I’m sure she finally got herself into those ponies minds when thinking about a music group. 

Then I went on stage and started to play. It’s great, every time I’m working on my turntable, it’s like I forget everything around me, there’s just me and my music. And it’s good the way it is, I mean I never felt pressure or something when playing for a big audience. And this was some special audience. Whoa, it was soo awesome! Guess I have to calm down a bit before I continue this. See you later!





I‘m back! With some… strange news. I went to Ruben to tell him about this awesome night, but he seemed to be not excited at all about it. Not even a bit surprised, it felt almost like he knew about what happened last night. Maybe he‘s just not a fan of awesome news, or he didn‘t want to show his true feelings in front of me, I don‘t know. Ha, maybe he just flipped out after I left. 

Oh, and we talked about our cutie marks. Remember, his was this strange thing I never saw before? Well, I told him that I got mine very early, right after dropping my first bass. But he can’t remember getting his one. He said it has been there since I can think. Isn’t that weird? I mean getting your cutie mark isn’t something you just forget someday. Maybe… no. No, I won’t even think about it one more minute. That’s totally absurd. 

Guess I have to finally talk about my fears, right? Well, it’s not easy, but I’ll try.

That day I discovered Nick’s documents changed everything. It weren’t just some trading agreements, it was something scientific. Biomechanics, clones. Cultured ponies and griffins for the military and secret service. I remember that they had some ‘bugs’, like confusion, short blackouts when downloading some new data and some problems with their motion sometimes. I know, that’s everything I noticed on Ruben so far, but… I don’t believe this! There has to be another explanation! Why should they send one of their clones to me? I’m just a DJ, no threat to them! OK, I discovered their dirty little secret, but only Nick knew about that. Did he tell them? And if so, what are they going to do? Kill me? Or just observe me and get sure I keep my mouth shut? I never had in mind to tell anypony, so what do they want from me? And how can they do this to me, send a clone and let me fall in love with him?

But maybe it’s nothing like that. Maybe Ruben has just some disease and Nick forgot about me and no secret service will ever show up here. But if… what should I do with Octy? Tell her? Move out to get sure she’s not in danger? Or just keep doing what I did the past years and act like there’s nothing wrong with anything? All these questions in my head… maybe I should visit a psychologist, I’m going crazy here. 

No,  I have to decide what to do. I can’t just ask Ruben if he’s a clone, that’s for sure. But how am I supposed to find out? Well, I could just sneak into his house and look around a bit, but… last time I did something like that didn’t end well. On the other hoof, I have to find out what’s going on here.

So that’s saddled, I’ll take a ‘visit’ the next time he’s at work. Luckily I’ve the week off.

I’ll report tomorrow.
Cya