In the main hall, Pinkie gasped, “A shiny dance-floor… The pretty party ponies…! Wait a minute!”
She looked around and saw no musicians, and therefore heard no music. Wondering what was up, she asked somepony, “Um excuse me, isn’t there supposed to be a band playing music for the gala?”
“Oh, the princess’s staff announced that this year,” the gala-goer explained, “that the gala would feature a change of entertainment from the usual. For the moment, we’re all just mingling until the entertainment arrives.”
“Oh,” Pinkie was a tad disappointed, what kind of party like the gala doesn’t have music playing even when there’s no entertainment being done at the moment? For a while, Pinkie decided to try and be patient but before long, despite her poor attention span having showed impressive patience, it was beginning to wear thin, as she sighed.
“Oh hey Pinkie!”
She perked and saw, “Twilight, Thundy! Eh… some party, huh?”
“Actually, this is kinda boring,” Thunderlane commented as they looked around and saw a lot of the gala-goers were looking bored too, just talking and doing whatever else to pass the time.
“I hope the princess gets done with whatever she had to do soon,” Twilight didn’t like to complain but her teacher was taking a while.
“We still haven’t had a chance to talk, just the two of us.”
“You think you’re bored, lookit me!” Pinkie whined. “I always though the gala was the most awesomest-funerific-spectcular party in all of Equestria! …But right now, I’d honestly rather be getting a swift kick in the rump…”
“Is that an invitation?”
They turned and saw, “Midnight, Applejack!”
“Hey bud, some party huh?” Thunderlane quipped as the two bronies hoof-bumped.
“Howdy, Twilight,” Applejack greeted, Twilight saying, “Applejack, weren’t you running a food-stand so you could sell your foods and earn lots of money?”
“Eh, in retrospect, Sugarcube,” Applejack chuckled sheepishly, “settin’ up a food-stand where there’s a whole buffet table a’ freefood ain’t exactly a smart business decision.”
“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Midnight smirked, “But that’s alright. Haven’t any of you noticed what a lot of the guests have been eating?”
“Y’know, I did notice some ponies eating candy apples,” Thunderlane brought up, Pinkie adding, “Ooh! And that gal over there is having a fritter!”
“You mean the catering is serving the same kinds of food as you were, Applejack??” Twilight realized, suddenly feeling bad for her friend.
“Ah, don’t you fret, Twi,” Applejack waved it off as she held up the parchment Midnight gave her, “cuz tha’ is mah food! Midnight let the princess’s cooks borrow mah recipes fer th’ gala caterin’ an’ Ah got paid quite lil’ fortune!”
“It was the least I could do,” Midnight shrugged with a smile.
“Well, AJ, I’m glad some of us are getting what they want at the gala tonight,” Pinkie said with a sulking smile.
“Oh don’t worry, Pinks! I think it’s about to… liven up,” Midnight said knowingly as he pointed towards the stage and they saw somepony walk up to a microphone.
“Good evening, gala-goers,” he announced, “and thank you for your patience. Tonight, the gala shall break away from its traditional classical musical score and try for something a little more… modern.”
The gala-goers all whispered while some gave a polite applause, and the announcer continued.
“Fillies & gentlecolts, put your hooves together for our opening act…! Please welcome… DJ Pon-3!!”
The announcer disappeared in a flash of light and in his place was the famous disc-jockey, Vinyl Scratch, known by her stagename as DJ Pon-3. She had a white coat and wild electric blue mane streaked with lighter shades of blue, her eyes hidden behind a rockin’ pair of shades, and she stood in front of her record-scratching equipment and cheered, “Hel-LO Grand Galloping Gala!”
Most of the gala-goers cheered and whooped while a few of the older guests frowned at the record-scratcher. Pinkie, Thunderlane, Twilight, and Midnight all smiled as Vinyl announced, “For my first number, I’m gonna need a little help! Any volunteers?”
Lots of the gala-goers cheered, raising their hooves, as spot lights scanned across the crowd, Vinyl looking for the right pony to help with her. Then one of the lights settled on Pinkie, much to her gasping giddy shock as Vinyl said, “How `bout that pink gal in the sweet looking dress?”
“AAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!” Pinkie screamed as she ran right up to the stage next to Vinyl, and got a microphone.
“Let’s get this party started…!!!”