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// The First Show 
// Story: Mischief's Big Break 
// by Josdog7 
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	Mischief walked into the venue with Vinyl at his side. “Wow! You weren’t kidding when you said this place could hold 10k!” “Yup. This place will hold 11k max. I’ve played at this venue before. It’s a good time!” Vinyl seemed enthusiastic. Mischief felt a little nervous about the show, even after he showed Vinyl all of his mixtapes. He thought back to what she said about them. “I really love them! Can’t wait to hear them up on stage.” Mischief wanted to start now, but the event wasn’t until another hour. A half-hour later, the party monsters started coming in the door with ridiculous looking costumes, many with Vinyl-type-glasses, and some with hats with the tour logo on them. “Your merch department moves fast, Vinyl! Hats with the logo on them already? Wow!” Mischief was impressed. “It’s nothing really. I tell my workers to do something, they do it fast, and they get raises.” Vinyl smiled. Vinyl had more money than she knew what to do with, so it was a good paying job to be her worker. He had a bit of time, so he went to check out the venue itself. He went off the stage, got swarmed by a mob of fans asking for his autograph. Of course, he signed every one. He went to the concession stand and the clerk almost fainted when Mischief talked to him. Mischief thought back to when he was the same way about Vinyl, and then he laughed. Then, he realized it was just last night. He got a burger and ate it with some fans. The fans took pictures of him and some of them even tried to take his trash. “I guess I’ll see that milk jug on the internet for sale tomorrow…” Mischief mumbled to himself. He walked back up on stage and saw Vinyl playing with her turntable. “Oh, hey! You’re back! Where did you go?” Vinyl looked excited. “I was checking out the venue and meeting a few fans. It wasn’t that fun anyway. All they did was squeal and swarm me. I could hardly eat my food!” Mischief sighed. He thought that they were going to act like that anyway. “Well, that’s the usual treatment in public.” Vinyl put her hoof up to her mouth and chuckled. “Imagine what they’d do if they saw me down there with you.” Oh dear Celestia! Mischief didn’t want to think of it. The room got dark and the lights started. Vinyl got on her side and started to play one of her mixes. The lights came down on us. The guests started dancing. Mischief felt the party rush into him and started mixing what Vinyl put out. Adding some wobbles and some new synths to add a bit more of a dance/dubstep feel to it. It got to the drop and he went all out. He pressed so many progressive sounds into it, it was magic! “This is going to be a good night.” Mischief whispered to himself and kept on playing the music.