Mischief just arrived off his tour bus. “This venue looks a bit small, you sure 2k can fit in here?” he asked his crew. “We were told that, but it looks a bit small to me too!” the bus driver replied. “We were told that this venue would the best out of them all in Fillydelphia.” Mischief’s manager told him. “It looks like we got ripped off.” Mischief was steaming. He thought that this venue would at least 10k. But his manager told him on the way that it would be only 2k. He was mad at that in the first place, but then when it looks even smaller than that, that’s when Mischief got furious. “Why couldn’t you have gotten a better venue, Scott? I thought your cutie mark was a piece of paper with writing on it. A managing mark. This is my FILLYDELPHIA show! One of the biggest on the tour! Why would you mess this one up of all shows?” Mischief kept ranting. “At least I’m not messing up your Canterlot show. Luna herself will be there. I know not to mess that up.” Scott argued. Mischief was getting very angry. “The point is, that this show is going to the smallest of them all! My hometown show was bigger than this! One more strike like that and you’re fired Scott.” Mischief was dazed. He was fuming so much, that he thought he couldn’t play. But then he thought about the fans that were coming, and maybe Vinyl Scratch herself! He nearly squealed just thinking about it. He cooled down a bit and walked up to his turntables on the stage. “This venue will hold 1.5k max.” he muttered to himself. When the people started walking in to the club, he started playing some pre-recorded mixtapes until everyone came in. When he saw Vinyl Scratch walk in with he purple glasses, he was filled with energy. He wanted to impress her so he may get a record deal. Vinyl Scratch opened up Bassdrop Records last month. She already signed over 50 artists so far. Mischief was hoping that he could be next. He immediately got back up on the stage and started playing his own remix of “Giggle at the Ghosties”. People started dancing and he did too. Mischief always loved the feeling when people enjoyed his hard work, but he wanted the feeling of getting a record deal even more. He took his hoof off the keyboard and put it down on the mixing board. “I think it’s time to do some live mixing.” he said to himself, but then he thought, What if I mess up? What if I blow it in front of Vinyl? No. He told himself that he would need to pull out some fresh material if he were going to impress her in the first place. He loaded up his best synthesizer and started a drum machine. He took some chopped up vocals and placed them in there and put in a vocal he recorded himself with one of his mare vocalists. He also recorded the mix so he could put it on one of his new albums. He saw Vinyl Scratch having a really good time and his self esteem went up. He was thinking to himself that he was definitely going to get the deal. He ran the party for about 5 hours and pushed out about 5 new mixes. “I guess this night wasn’t so bad after all! Even for a 2k venue.” Mischief thought out loud. He wondered if Vinyl Scratch was going to come over and congratulate him on how good of a performance he had. All he saw on the floor were some people still dancing and a drunk pinkish-purple-colored mare at the bar section of the club. He was let down. “I guess Vinyl already left.” He muttered to himself, but something was telling him to play one more song. He said into the microphone, “This is the last song. Have a great night everyone!” It was 2am. He didn’t think it still qualified as “night” but he thought to himself, half of these ponies were so drunk they probably couldn’t think. But then Vinyl walked back in. Mischief’s heart exploded with glee. She only left for a moment! Not to leave, but to get something. And she was walking right toward the stage. This was his chance! Vinyl Scratch was a white colored mare with a blue-dark-purple-ish colored mane. Mischief was shocked that she would take any time out of her day to talk to him. She walked up to him right when the song ended and said to him “Hey! I’m DJ-Pon3, or Vinyl Scratch. I was listing to your beats and I got to say, they are amazing! I haven’t seen anything like this in a long time!” Mischief almost fell over in disbelief. Vinyl Scratch complimenting his work like that? He never thought it would be possible! “W-w-well thank you Vinyl! I worked my h-hardest!” Mischief could hardly spit out his words. “Stop your stuttering! I got the feeling you and me are going to be good friends.” Mischief couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was trying to get a hold of himself. Vinyl put her hoof around his neck. He felt a burst of surprise and happiness at the same time. “Come with me Mischief; let’s talk about this in my tour bus.” Vinyl took Mischief into her tour bus and sat him down in an office-like room in her massive bus. “Mischief. You know I meant all of that.” Vinyl started talking really seriously. “Well, thanks! I do work on it constantly. Ha ha…” Mischief started scratching the back of his head with his left hoof. “No. I’m not just saying it’s good, I really meant it when I told you that this is some of the best I have ever seen. Not only do I want to give you a record deal, I want to tour with you.” Mischief almost fainted. He felt the most potent mix of surprise and happiness ever to be felt on the planet. “Well, do you accept?” Vinyl was leaning forward with anticipation. “Of course! You really think I wouldn’t take this deal?” Mischief exclaimed. Vinyl looked ecstatic. “That’s awesome. You don’t mind staying on my tour bus for the tour, do you?” Vinyl asked. “No, that’s fine. Do you have a place for me to sleep?” Mischief thought it was a stupid question. Why would she let him on her tour bus if she didn’t have a place for him to sleep? “Yeah. We got an extra bunk on top of mine.” Vinyl was pacing. “When do you think we should start this tour?” Mischief felt some worry coming from Vinyl. “Maybe tomorrow?” then he laughed. They were still on their own tours. That wouldn’t work. I don’t have a tour going. Maybe I can merge into yours?” What? Vinyl wasn’t on a tour? Why was she out here listing to him? “Can I ask you something?” Mischief asked. “Sure! Shoot.” “Why did you come all the way out here with your tour bus if you weren’t on tour?” Mischief asked Vinyl, but he didn’t know if he was going to get an answer. Vinyl got real close to his ear and whispered, “I wanted to see you.” Mischief’s head started spinning. “Also I wanted to tour with you. That’s why I took the bus.” Vinyl had a giant grin on her face. Mischief still was trying to get it together. He felt surprise, happiness, and unbelief all at the same time. “I can’t wait! I’ll sleep on your bus tonight. Let me just go tell my crew.”