Like a Broken Record (2nd Person Reboot)

by LightsCameraAction

Chapter 1: Sad Songs

Chapter 1: Sad Songs

"Just get the hay out of here!" Daizy yelled as she threw your bags out the door.

"Please! Why can't you believe me?" You begged.

"I just can't anymore! We're through!" She finished, slamming the door in your face.

You took a deep breath and began to trot away from Daizy's house. This was the 5th time you and her had fought. And there is no chance of you two getting back together this time. You looked in your bag to see your house key and some bits. Your first instinct told you to head home and forget the rest. You followed that and continued to trot to your house. You suddenly heard loud base thumps that echoed through the night's street. Looking around for the source of the sound, you see a neon sign hanging above a set of open doors. "The Sugar Club" was displayed on the blue and purple neon sign. You occasionally came here for a drink, if you ever felt the need of one. Your head was pounding with anger, so you thought a drink would be your medicine tonight.

Trotting through the open doors, you ignore all of the happy ponies and hop onto a barstool. You look at the barpony and you give him a nod. He turns to the rows of bottles behind him and begins making your drink. He turned back to you and poured the light blue liquid into the glass. You set down the bits for the drink and he scooped them up. Taking a sip, you feel the burning in the back of your throat from the strong liquor. You guess some things can drive you to drinking. Your reason, is that your relationships aren't going as well as they used to. Daizy, your most recent ex, had got into an argument with you, for some reason she thought you never loved her. As much as you tried to please her, she was never satisfied. But you're trying your best to move on, by dousing the sorrow in alcohol. This is never a great way to forget your problems, but for some reason, you never went anywhere else for a drink. This club was always filled with many ponies of the night-life. Every time you come here, there is live music. Tonight is a famous DJ who is pretty well known in Ponyville. Her stage name is DJ Pon3, and nopony knows what her name really is. Maybe you just come here for the music instead of the drinks.

You finish your drink and push the glass away. The barpony returns to you and takes the glass up. You turn in your chair to see the dance floor crowded by all of the happy ponies. The room was full of purple, green, and blue lights. Some of the ponies had glowing bracelets and necklaces that would glow when the lights flashed on and off. You looked around and saw Daizy entering the club. You felt the need to confront her, until you saw her turn to the doors behind her. A large blue stallion entered the door and he smiled at her. He wrapped a hoof around my ex and you felt like jumping off a building. Trying your best to ignore them, you turn back to the bar and place more bits on the counter. The barpony placed another glass in front of you and filled it again. This time, you lean your head back and drink the whole thing down. Your stomach didn't take too kindly to that, because now it felt like exploding. You closed your eyes and set your head on a hoof, trying to calm your throbbing headache.

"Hey, pal? You alright?" The bartender asks.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah I'm okay." You lied setting your head back on your hoof.

"Alright, just tell me if ya' need anything." He said, returning to the many bottles behind him.

You began to calm down again and heard Daizy's voice near you. You heard some giggles and a chuckle next to you and you opened your eyes. You look slightly to your left and see Daizy laughing with her date. He tapped his hoof on the bar and the barpony set down two glasses and poured in the liquid. The stallion gave the barpony a smile and a wink. He nodded and put something in one of the glasses. You let out a small chuckle at the sight. He didn't love her, but just wanted her wasted enough to get in Daizy's bed. Playing the "Cold-Hearted Pony" card, you just let it happen. Something burned in you to stop it, but you wanted her to know how it feels to really not be loved. They both drank down their shots and Daizy instantly looked drunk. You turned your gaze away from the "happy couple" and looked down at your empty glass. You closed your eyes again to just try and forget the past few months you spent with her.

"Hey... Hey, pal. Wake up!"

You felt nudging on your shoulder and you looked up. Apparently you had fallen asleep and most of the ponies have left the club. You looked around and saw on the clock how late it was.

"Closing time, Friend." The barpony told you.

"Ah... Okay, I'll be on my way." You mumbled shaking the sleep out of your eyes.

You hopped off the barstool and saw a mare going back and forth on the stage. You began to move to the stage and thought it was just the stage-hoofs moving the DJ's equipment off. She had been trying to move this rather large speaker off the stage. You climbed up and approached her.

"Need a helping hoof?" You asked the mare.

"I'd really appreciate that." She said turning to you.

You saw that it was the DJ herself. Her red eyes glowed in the lights as she looked up to you. You smiled and nodded to her. The speaker box seemed to weigh as much as a house. After a few attempts, you two got the speaker backstage and you leaned against the box as soon as you set it down. Your stomach began to churn and you closed your eyes and leaned over.

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked, placing a hoof on your back.

"Yeah, the drinks were just getting to me." You said, sitting back up.

"Yeah, they can do that. You must have drank a lot, so what's the occasion?" She asked with a smile growing on her face.

"Well, lets just say that some relationships can end better." You said looking at the floor and frowning.

"Oh..." Her smile faded and she began to scratch the back of her head. "Hey, maybe we can hang out sometime?" She asked.

Hope began to fill your head, but faded as quickly as it came. You thought that the only reason she wanted to hang out, was because she felt sorry for you. You lowered your head.

"I don't want you to do things for me because you feel sorry for me." You said sitting on your haunches.

"That's not why I wanted to hang out! You seem like a pretty cool dude." She said lifting up your head.

"I don't know..." You said looking away again.

"Well can I get your name?" She asked you.

"I'm Snow Storm." You told her.

"I'm Vinyl Scratch." She said, holding out a hoof. You gently shook her hoof with a smile on your face.

"Well, it's been a pleasure meeting ya. If you change your mind, here's my address." She said handing you a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it.

"Um, thanks." You said, placing the paper in your bag.

"Yep, well I'll see ya' around." She said waving and leaving through the back door.

You waved back and got off the stage. The club was now empty and all of the ponies are gone. The lights have turned off and the only source of light were the dim stage lights. You trotted to the door, and for some reason, you couldn't keep a smile off your face. The trot home was cold, but you didn't mind the fresh air. Your head was now cleared and you had began to feel sober. Although you told Vinyl you weren't that interested, you began to wonder if you should take her up on that offer.

You threw your bags on the couch and slowly trotted upstairs. You looked at your comfortable bed and collapsed on it. You were far too relaxed to even pull the covers over yourself. Luna's moon glowed through the window as you began to drift into a peaceful sleep.

Author's Note:

This story was created by HeartBeat. I am making it into a 2nd Person story, but all credit goes to him.

Comments

[F-22brony]

Looking good so far, no noticeable spelling errors. just read the 1st chapter, great leading up so far, looking like it's going to be very fast-paced :L, we'll have to see!