I cannot believe that I got this chapter done so quick! Sure it might be a tad shorter than my others, but I still think that you'll like it. Random quote: 'yay'- Fluttershy

I wake up, the morning rays filtering in through the blinds facing my bed. Ugh, sun. Ugh, food. Ugh, music. These three things flew through my head nearly every morning, and I tried to satisfy them before I left the house. Suddenly, I remember last night.

I look to my right and see Dash snuggled up tightly against me with a smile on her face. This sight puts a smile on my face. I notice that she is asleep, so I am extra careful in getting out of bed. Once I'm out, I grab my clothes for the day; a sweatshirt with deadmau5's head logo on it and random baggy sweats. I look at the clock; 8:30. Wat da fuck, how am I awake so early?

I walk to the bathroom and proceed to get changed, walking back into the bedroom with my pajamas in my hands. I put them back on the shelves. Ok, now how am I going to wake Dash? I decide to be gentle, just like yesterday.

"Yo Dash, you awake?" I hear her mumble something. Here we go again.

"Dash, I need you to get up now, I've got to meet Vinyl around eleven or twelve. C'mon, I'll make you pancakes!" I try to use an incentive to get her up, and it works. She sits up and looks at me with still-sleepy eyes.

"Uhhh, pancakes sound good." She flashes me a weak smile.

"So, how about I wake you up now." She looks at me nervously, "Don't worry; it's just a good song."

I go to my stereo system and put on Some Chords by deadmau5. She seems relaxed, yet invigorated by the intro, so I leave her to listen as I walk out into the kitchen, getting out the pancake mix and humming the intro in my head. I pour four equal circles with the mix and set the timer.

I hear the beat drop on the song. Yeah, such an awesome song. I walk into the room to inform Dash that the pancakes will be done soon, only to see her headbanging to the music. I walk over to the stereo system and turn off the music, earning a confused look from Dash.

"What the hay, why did you shut off the music?" She seemed annoyed.

"Well, this is one of the songs that I plan on playing at my concert and I don't want to give away too much of it." I smile, earning a matching one from Dashie. Such a cute nickname, "Also, the pancakes are almost done."

*DING* Right on cue. I walk out to the kitchen and flip the pancakes while Dash takes a seat at the table. I quickly grab two plates, two cups, a jug of orange juice, and two forks. I don't usually use knives on stuff I can easily cut with the edge of a fork.

After I pour the juice, put back the carton, and set everything except the plates on the table I hear the ding again.

"Well, get ready." I put two pancakes on Dash's plate and two on mine, "I'm not much of a cook, but I hope you'll like this!"

I set the plate in front of Dash and put mine down in the spot opposite to her. I grab my fork and prepare to dig in, but Dash has beaten me to it. She is eatin- no, she is inhaling the food. After about fifteen seconds, she is finished with the food. Jesus, she sure does like to eat.

"That was awesome!" She stares at me, her eyes excited, "You should totally cook more often."

"Well, I don't know about awesome." I feel a light blush coming on, "Even if I am, I really don't enjoy cooking. If I'm gonna do something a lot, I'm gonna make sure it's something that I enjoy."

"Oh, okay then." She drinks her orange juice.

I spend about a minute eating my pancakes, and that's me rushing. After I finish, I stack all the plates up in a neat pile next to the sink, not that I can wash them. I look over at the clock;9:00. Still got plenty of time.

"Hey, I'm gonna get packed to go." I say to Dashie as I walk out into the living room.

I grab my backpack and begin to collect my stuff. I grab my laptop, my headphones, my mp3, and a mouse for my laptop. Ah, the essentials, can't live without them. I then put on my digital watch, which reads 9:03.

I walk back out into the kitchen and grab a 2 liter of Pepsi. Never hurts to be safe. I walk out the door, not bothering to grab a hoodie, due to my sweatshirt. I look up into the sky to see Dash performing for an audience of zero, well, until I came out it was zero. She notices me and waves, and then continues to fly.

I decide not to question this. She's probably just doing morning exercises or practicing. I do however, decide to take advantage of this situation.

"Yo Dash! DO A BARREL ROLL!" I yell, getting her attention. She seems confused at the simple request, but obliges and does a 360-degree barrel roll.

I watch for several minutes as she does twists and turns and all kinds of other crap that would make a jet pilot think twice. I am simply amazed, more so than last night as now I can see her much more clearly.

I am still amazed at the stunts that she performed, so I barley have time to react before-

"UGH" I am knocked to the ground, which thankfully is made of grass, by the cyan mare.

"Did you like it? Just a little routine I do every morning to help myself wake up." She says. Not sure if boasting, or just that awesome. She steps off of my chest.

"Yeah, it's pretty awesome, like you." I say as I stand up, earning another blush from Dash, I love stroking her ego!, "Well, I've actually got some time before I've gotta head out. Think I'm gonna sort through those guns in the garage. I'm assuming you've got somewhere to be."

"Yeah, but not until, like, twelve." She says, irritated at the prospect, "I don't usually wake up until around eleven."

"Well, that would explain how hard it is for you to get out of bed." I make the connection, "I used to get up around 6:30 in the morning every weekday. Then I slept until eleven on weekends."

"Wow, six thirty. Must've been hard." She says with sympathy in her voice.

"Yeah, my school liked to work me like a bitch. Got around an hour of homework every day." This earns a shocked reaction.

"School! You're still in school! You're a kid?" She is shocked and confused.

"Hell no, I'm fourteen years old. You gotta go to school until you're eighteen in my world." I explain to a somewhat-horrified Rainbow Dash.

"Eighteen, no way I could do that." She is quite shocked, "I dropped out of flight school when I was ten. Couldn't handle the pressure, the bullies." I see a tears coming to her eyes as she remembers her past.

"Calm down, it's okay Dash. You've got friends now, like me and the other five." I change my stance from supportive to protective, "And I will never let anypony hurt you, emotionally or physically. Nopony fucks with Rainbow Dash while I'm here."

"Thanks, that means a lot." She closes her eyes and leans her head on my chest. I kneel down and comb through her mane. After what feels like an hour of this, She opens her eyes and begins to speak, albeit in a noticeably less sure tone than usual.

"So, um, you need any help with those guns?" She says while hoofing the ground. Woah, definitely didn't expect that.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I could use some help, I'd also like for you to be somewhat informed of the differences between guns." I say, scratching the back of my head, "I've got a question, though; what's with the sudden change of heart? I thought guns scared you."

"What, scare? Me? Nah, nothing scares Rainbow Dash!" She said boastfully.

"Alien." I see her shiver a bit, "Heh, see, everyone's scared of something. I'm scared of the dark."

"Well, I was thinking that because you're going to use them to defend us" She begins, getting back on subject, "They can't be that bad. It just depends on who uses them, right?"

"Exactly! That exactly what I think." I say, surprised at her mind reading abilities.

I walk into the garage, turning the lights on. I walk straight to the back room and open the door. I flip the second light switch and I see the large collection of crates, boxes, and lockers yet again.

"Well, we better get started." I reach my hand into the crate that held the AK, hoping for more. I feel a grip, but no stock. The thing must weigh at least five pounds, and the barrel seems unusually wide and long. The grip feels like it's meant for a revolver. Man the tension is killing me. I pull the weapon up and examine it. Holy shit, this one's pretty cool too.

It's a sawed-off double-barrel shotgun, but not just any. It looks a lot like the Ranger from MW2. This thing's gotta have some kick to it. Should be fun, and loud.

"Damn, my dad must've had quite the taste in guns. Can't wait to fire this little bitch." I flash a wicked grin at the weapon.

"What is it?" Dash seems honestly curious, "I haven't seen anything like that before."

"It's a sawed-off double-barrel shotgun." I explain, earning a confused look from Rainbow Dash, "It's shortened and it has two barrels. The reloading for this gun is actually quite unique."

I pull the mechanism, prompting the breech ends of the barrels to become exposed.

"You put one shell in each barrel, then put it back down. It's actually pretty simple, if not outdated."

I continue to look through the weapons for another hour, finding a Mossberg 500, a .22 Rifle, and a M1911 Pistol. I look at the time on my watch. Oh shit!

The time is 11:30, I have to go now.

"Oh shit! I've gotta go now or I'm gonna be late for Vinyl!" I quickly drop everything and begin to run towards the exit. I run out the door, followed closely by Rainbow Dash.

I jump onto my bike and twist the accelerator. I look over at Dash.

"Well, I've gotta go Danny, see you around!" She flies over to me and kisses me on my cheek. HO-LY-SHIT.

I sit there, my face frozen. I feel my cheeks light up, I can see Dash's cheeks are doing the same thing. I can manage one word, however.

"Thanks." I say it quietly, though still loudly enough for Dash to hear. I see her blush once more and then fly off towards Ponyville. Wow, that was awesome. So fucking awesome.

I wake up from my daze and remind myself that I have a mission to accomplish today; to show Vinyl Scratch some of the most kick-ass music that the electronic scene has to offer.

Once I'm on the road, I gun the accelerator. I wipe the memory of the kiss from my mind, for now at least. I need to concentrate. I blast down the road going close to sixty mph. I suddenly remember; no helmet. Big fucking deal! Feels good man! It does, the wind blowing your hair back.

"Fuckin' right bitch!" I scream as I see Ponyville approaching

I drive my motorbike up to Ponyville's gate and dismount. I turn off the bike and put the ignition key into my pocket.

I see a curious group of ponies walk up to me. Shit, don't got time for this.

"Listen, I know you're all probably curious as to what this thing is, but I really don't have time. I've gotta get to Vinyl's in about…" I check my watch; 11:50. Oh SHI-YAT!

"So, what are you doing at Vinyl's place?" A mint green pony that I recognize as Lyra says, "Are you making music?"

"Close, remember that music that I played at the party yesterday?" I see several ponies nod, "Well, me and Vinyl are going to take music like that and put it on vinyl records so that all of you can enjoy it at home."

"That's gonna be cool, that music is so cool!" She says, the crowd nods in agreement.

"Well, you might wanna come to the mega concert that I'm gonna be holding on Nightmare Night." I get odd looks from everypony, "I'm gonna be playing some of the absolute best party music my world has know in the last few years. Add a huge amount of synchronized strobes and blinders, and you've got yourself a concert. Picture it; huge lights, awesome music, huge bass rhythms. Trust me, it's gonna be cool."

"Sounds cool, I'll be there!" I hear a pony yell from somewhere in the crowd

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

Suddenly, everypony's piping in. I can tell that this party's gonna be huge! AWWWWWWWWWWW YEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH!

"Well, I've got to go. See ya later!" I walk off, escorting my dirt bike to Vinyl's house.

In seemingly no time at all, I'm at the house that Vinyl mentioned. I set my dirtbike up next to the doorway, using the kickstand. I can hear a bass thump coming from within the house. I look at my watch; 12:01. You've gotta be fucking kidding me.

This chapter would've been longer, but I really didn't see the need. I can't wait to write the concert, that should be fun. I'm already comprising a playlist, but it's not just gonna be deadmau5. Random quote: 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'- Me after hearing LMFAO for the fourth time in three hours at my local roller arena (Mom forced me).