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The Last Night

The music blasted through the speakers, livening up the party. Ponies all around were cheering as each pound of the bass brought euphoria to their ears. Their hooves stomped in time to the music, bringing even more cheers. There was a final blast of the bass, and the song ended. A white unicorn mare stood up to the turntable and shouted, "Who's ready to party even harder!?" The crowd gave a loud roar as they chanted, "Vinyl Scratch! Vinyl Scratch! Vinyl Scratch!"

The DJ gave a little smirk as she said, "Well, I might have to caution you about this next song, the bass is INTENSE!" She then placed a record on the turntable and spun it. A low humming came from the speakers, causing them to vibrate and slightly move across the floor. It grew louder and louder until it was replaced by an electronic buzz. The music seemed to wave up and down with the buzz. It started to build up a beat, getting faster and faster and building up the suspense for the moment everypony was waiting for. The music then got quiet as another sound built up, and then the music stopped all together, replaced by a stallion's voice, which said:

"Push 'em."

The bass gave way, and all the ponies were assaulted by a string of heavy drops. They all cheered as Vinyl slipped away from the turntable unnoticed. She gave a sigh of relief, happy to see the ponies satisfied, then trotted down the stage to meet up with her greatest friend. She was a grey Earth pony who played the cello, much to Vinyl's dislike, and went by the name Octavia, Tavi for short. Even though the two ponies had drastically different tastes, they were still the best of friends. Tavi was holding two glasses of a fizzing purple drink, one of which she handed to Vinyl.

"I have to admit, even though all your music is just a lot of buzzes and beats, you sure know how to gather a crowd." said the cellist as she took a sip from her drink. "This punch, however, is very good in taste…" Vinyl gave Tavi a friendly little shove and said, "Hey, at least it isn't as boring and stuck up as your music!" The two mares clinked glasses as Vinyl threw a hoof around her friend and chugged her punch down. Tavi gave a not-so-quiet laugh as there were two flashes. A photographer pony stood in front of the two, saying, "I'll be sure to get you two the photos by tonight!" Vinyl, returning from her drink, put a hoof on the colt's shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it, Featherweight!" He gave a weary nod and flew off to another corner of the room to take some more pictures. The DJ leaned up against the wall and said, "Tavi, if I were going to die today, tomorrow, or anytime this week, I would not care one bit. This has been one of the best parties I've ever thrown!" Tavi gave a chuckle and said, "You know, Vinyl, with the wild way you act, I wouldn't be surprised if you did…"

"…I still regret saying that to this day…" said the cellist to Angel. She put down the bow and said, "I-it's as if those words sealed her fate… a-and I can't take them back! It's all my fault!" She wept into the ashes of what once was home to her and her friend. Angel tried to comfort her idol, but to no avail. After a while, the mare got back up and resumed to play the song, this part sounding more solemn and quiet than the one before…

"Tavi, is something bothering you?" asked Vinyl as she sorted through her disks. The party had long passed, and the two mares were getting ready for bed, the stormy sky outside brining rain down on them as if they deserved it. Vinyl thought she was seeing things, but it looked to her like her roommate was extremely stressed. She couldn't think of anything that could be bothering her: Tavi had no shows this week, all the bills were paid, and her relationship with her coltfriend, Baton, was going smoothly, as far as Vinyl knew. The DJ herself was pretty excited for the upcoming week. Her greatest album yet, Nights in Ponyville, was going to be released in a few days. It had all different remixes of her tracks by different artists and groups, as well as a few new tracks of her own. She found it odd that it was the day before Tavi's birthday, but she already saved a copy for her friend. Sure, it'd annoy her, but it was a gift, and that's the most important thing.

"Hm? No, nothing's wrong, Vinyl, just… savoring my last moments of this age… did you know that Baton's going to take me out on my birthday? His special treat, he said." Tavi gave another sigh as Vinyl jumped onto the bed and said, "You two should get married. I'll be the DJ." As lightning flashed outside the window, the cellist gave a small chuckle, which turned to a blush as she said, "Vinyl, if we ever do get married, the only way you're attending is as a guest. Our wedding will have an orchestra of ponies playing the most beautiful music, not any of your… stuff."

"Whatever…" said the DJ as she let out a long yawn. "I'm going to sleep. Night, Tavi." Tavi climbed into the bed with her unicorn friend and said, "Goodnight, my little devil." They both gave a chuckle as they drifted off to sleep together for the last time.

Downstairs, one of the mane dryers was still plugged into the wall in the bathroom as it rested upon a towel. The storm outside let loose a dangerous bolt of electricity. It struck the apartment complex and sent a power surge to the outlets throughout the building. The mane dryer sparked as the towel beneath it was set aflame. It raced across the wooden countertop and over the floor, signaling the beginning of the end.

The cellist's voice was cracking now. Rocking back and forth ever so slowly, she said, "It's my fault… she couldn't experience what she was looking forward to… it's all my fault… I forgot to unplug it…" Angel trotted up to her hero and said, "Ma'am, it wasn't your fault… anypony could have done that… accidents happen…" The mare snapped at the filly, saying, "This accident could have been avoided! Don't you see? It all stemmed from that one thing I did!" The teal filly stepped back. Never, even in her wildest dreams, did she ever think that her idol was so… volatile. Tears formed in her eyes as the cellist realized what she had just done.

"L-listen… I'm really, r-really sorry for that… but you have to realize that s-some things that happen can easily be prevented… I'm really s-sorry… please forgive me…" Angel inched closer and closer to the cellist until she was close enough that she could launch herself into a hug, which the mare returned with a newfound kindness. She was going to get through this, but not alone.

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