Ok, I seriously have no fucking idea how I did this so goddamn fast. I must be high or something. Plus, I've been listening to deadmau5 the entire time (6hrs+), which helped me concentrate. Random quote: 'I am Error'- Zelda II.

Seriously, one fucking minute? Wow, that blows. Aw well, doesn't matter, I'm here. I knock on the door, prepared to tell Vinyl my plans for the concert. I hear her voice coming from inside.

"I'm coming, one second!" She yells through the bass. Must have a sick setup in there.

I hear the bass stop and then I hear some foot- err hoofsteps coming towards the door. Hope she remembers. She opens the door, and then stares at me, shocked. Her face relaxes quickly though, I'm guessing she remembers the session we had planned.

"Hey, you made it!" She says, smiling, "Ready to get to work?" She puts on a determined face.

"Yeah, but first I've gotta tell you something awesome I've got planned." Her face lights up with curiosity.

"Come in, you can tell me in my studio." She gestures for me to come into her house. I oblige and walk through the door and into her house.

My first impression is that it's a pretty normal house. First few rooms are pretty nice, if not normal by pony standards. It was then, however, that I walked into her recording studio, which is in her basement. Lemme say this; it's pretty fucking boss. She's got all of the switchboards, a keyboard or two, a few large stereo systems, turntables, and a large cabinet full of vinyl discs.

"Damn, nice setup you've got here. Actually, I think you've got everything you need to make house music right here." Vinyl looks proud at the compliment, but also confused.

"House music? What's that?" She seems to be interested.

"The music I played at the party last night was progressive house music. Speaking of party, I've got an awesome idea for a huge one on nightmare night." I flash her a grin as I take a seat on a nearby sofa, removing and unzipping my backpack.

"What do you mean?" She seems really interested now.

"Well, on my world, deadmau5 and a lot of house music producers put on huge light shows at their concerts. They had strobes and blinders, fog machines and huge LCD light arrays." She looked confused, "Look, I've got a video of one of deadmau5's live performances."

I open my laptop and put on Professional Griefers live, the same video I showed Dash. Vinyl has the exact same reaction; amazement.

"That's so wicked cool! Dude, I could set you up with some of those speakers and I think I have some strobe lights around here somewhere!" She begins to rummage through a closet.

"Hey, I think we should start recording some of this music, kay?" I have a playlist already worked out in my head, "I've already got my idea for the concert playlist. I think that we should release the album for the concert's playlist right after the concert's over, so ponies who liked the concert can listen to the mix over and over again."

"That's a great idea! I never thought of that. Anyways here are those strobe lights that I had." My attention is drawn to the three strobes that she is levitating, "So when do we record the concert playlist?"

"Not until I mix it. I need to make it so that the songs seamlessly switch, sometimes overlapping the end of one over the beginning of another. Makes the whole thing seem more natural." She nods in agreement as I think of programs I could use, "That's a pretty good idea too. You're full of good ideas aren't you?"

"I guess. Hey, we can still record a whole lot of songs. How are we gonna do this anyways?" She smiles and gestures towards a small, glass encased room with a single wooden stool, "Recording studio. I've got a few speakers in there to record my mixes, but you can use them to play your songs."

I walk into the room, shut the door, and set my laptop on the single stool I walk over to the subs and take the cord, plugging it into my laptop. That's highly convenient. I open my music folder and select play on 'Raise Your Weapon'. The opening relaxes me and confuses Vinyl into thinking that this whole song is just a peaceful vocal piece. When the beat drops, Vinyl's eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

I feel the sound thumping through the walls, the bass taking over my body. I have to resist the urge to dance, as the sound of my feet may screw up the recording. I see Vinyl headbanging wildly outside the recording room. She seems to be having a good time, which makes me happy. I'm glad that my world has something good to offer these ponies that won't be twisted. I am lost in thoughts of how to do this concert.

When the song ends, I walk outside to see Vinyl beaming at me. She seems quite happy at this song.

"Dude, that song was so cool! You have more, right?" She seems concerned.

"Oh hell yeah! He made over seventy songs." This causes Vinyl to light up.

"Let's record some more!" She says with a smile, "By the way, what's that picture on your shirt? Is that a mouse?"

"Actually, this is the trademark of deadmau5. He wears an oversized mau5head when he performs, it's pretty cool." I continue, "I'm actually going to get Rarity to make me one for the concert. I'm thinking all black with red features, because it is Nightmare Night."

"Hm, that's neat. I guess my goggles would be my trademark, then." She says, thinking.

"Yeah, bronies were always wondering what color your eyes are. Most of them guessed red, though." I say, "You're most known feature among bronies is your goggles, they're pretty cool. You're also known as a cool DJ, even though nobody has heard your music."

"Wait, do you wanna hear me do a quick mix?" She asks, clearly eager to use her turntables to impress me.

"Yeah, that'd be awesome! I've always wanted to hear you perform." I say, sitting down on the couch, next to my backpack.

"Ok, here we go then." She walks over to her turntables and uses her magic to levitate two records and put them on the turntables. Once the needles are on the records, classical music starts to play. The first thing that I notice is that the quality of the sound was awesome! It was literally as good if not better than our music. Suddenly, I hear scratching. She begins to meld the songs together, creating an amazing mix that would make any DJ that I've listened to jealous. She mixed some heavy bass into the song and made me practically start tripping on the beat. Then the music started to slow down and become quieter. Before I knew it, the mix was over.

"So, whaddya think? Pretty cool, right?" She looked quite proud of herself.

"Damn straight! That was the best DJ mix that I've ever heard! If you were on my world you'd be pretty damn famous!" I see her blush at the compliment, "I mean, you're the only DJ that I know of that can remix a classical music piece to make it sound at home in the dance floor. That takes serious skill."

"Thanks, you wanna get back to recording now?" She seems eager to hear more of my music.

"Sure can, I've already know what song to play next." I get off the sofa and walk into the recording room, Vinyl closing the door behind me.

I walk over to the laptop and select 'The 16th Hour'. The opening beat has me itching to start using my fingers to point it out. I have to resist the urge and instead begin to bob my entire body, rocking back and forth to the beat. I look out to see that Vinyl is now wearing a pair of large headphones with her cutie mark engraved on them. That's pretty cool. She too is bobbing her head to the beat, occasionally closing her eyes and getting lost in the melody. Eventually, however, the song ends and I walk out the door.

"That one was really cool. I slipped into a trance for a while there. Are a lot of his songs like that?" She asks.

"Well, yeah. Some are more relaxed than others, some are made for partying. Just like any other artist, he sticks to a general genre, but varies within said genre." She seems content at this explanation.

"I get it. So what's next?" She seems eager to get all of these songs on vinyl.

"Well, you'll see. This is an older song than the others that I've showed you, but it's still pretty awesome." I walk back into the recording room and closed the door, eager to show her some more music. I'm gonna stick to deadmau5 today, but only the stuff that I'm not playing at the concert. That means definitely no Ghosts N Stuff or Moar Ghosts N Stuff.

I walk over to my laptop and press play on 'The Reward Is Cheese'. I bounce my head gently to a nice intro before the song plunges into a mildly repetitive beat. Vinyl looks like she's having a good time just headbanging to this song. Can't wait to see how much fun she has at the party. I love seeing ponies having fun involving things that my world creates, just makes me happy. Eventually the song ends, but she motions for me to start a new one immediately. Ok whatever. I open 'Soma' and the bass begins to hit immediately. I haven't heard this song much, but I know it's pretty good.

I sit there bobbing my head to another awesome song as the second layer is added. Yeah this song is pretty cool. Vinyl seems content with the beat, not headbanging as wildly as usual, but still getting it. Suddenly, I see another pony walk into the room. Not just any pony, but the last pony I would expect to voluntarily walk into a DJ's recording studio; Octavia. She looks mildly pleased at the music and begins to talk to Vinyl. I can't hear anything other than the song, so I have to guess as to what's happening.

I can see that Octavia somewhat enjoys the music, but that's not what I'm wondering. What I'm wondering is what the hell is she doing here in Vinyl's house? Are they… together? Well if they are, doesn't mean shit to me. Suddenly the mood of the song changes as it plunges into a nice, emotional piano melody. I can see that both Vinyl and Octavia are shocked at the sudden change, but to me, it's nothing. I've heard 'Strobe' and 'HR 8938 Cephei', so this little bit of emotion was nothing compared to those.

Once the song drops again, both mares move to the music in their own way. Vinyl wildly headbangs to the beat while Octavia gently points out the rhythm with her hoof, almost as if she's conducting it. I sort of combine both. When the song drops into the piano again, they are both mildly shocked. They are even more shocked when they hear the melody begin to 'screw up', which is actually a part of the song. When the song is over, I walk out the door, ready for a very awkward conversation.

"So we have a visitor? And who are you, may I ask?" I try to sound polite, knowing that Octavia most likely came from a high-class area.

"My name is Octavia, and yours is Danny, right? I was at your party." She says politely.

"Yeah, that's me. Me and Vinyl are just mixing a record together. I'm using some of deadmau5's songs for the album, though I am surprised that you came here. You don't strike me as someone who would enjoy this type of music." I say, explaining my confusion.

"Well, I actually do quite enjoy this type of music, whatever it is called. I also came here to see Vinyl." She blushes at the last line Yeah, they're totally together, "What kind of music is that, may I ask? I've never heard anything like it."

"It's called house music. If you really like it, you should come to the concert that I'm gonna set up on Nightmare Night. I'll be playing his best songs there." I say, happy to see that even Octavia liked the music, "Not saying that these songs aren't good, just saying that I'm saving the best for later."

"I get it. I do that all the time when I have cello concerts. I save my most elegant pieces to be played at the concerts and sold as records afterwards. I hate spoiling the best." She says, apparently understanding my plan, "I think that I will go to your concert, it sounds quite enjoyable. Are you going to play another song?"

"Of course I will! I have a crapload of music by him." I say, walking back into the music room.

I walk over and play the song 'FML'. I personally am unsure if they will enjoy this song, as there is little in the way of any actual notes. I, however, start to headbang to the song, enjoying the barrage of beats. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Vinyl and Octavia enjoying the beat too. Once the beat drops, they really seem to start enjoying the song. I have an awesome time just headbanging to myself, as the song is so cool. When it ends, I decide to put on another song immediately.

I decide that a hardcore headbanger is needed at the moment, so I select 'sofi needs a ladder'. They seem to be anticipating the drop before it happens, which is good. Then the snares kick it and I start to headbang, with Vinyl doing the same. Then the beat actually drops, and Octavia is genuinely surprised at the sheer amount of bass in this song. Vinyl seems to be enjoying the beat, and so does Octavia, after she gets used to it. When the singer starts, they both look confused. They look at each other and smile, continuing to move to the beat.

When the song ends, I play 'Bad Selection', then 'Cthulu Sleeps', then I finish with 'Lack of a Better Name'. They seem to like these songs too, as do I. After I finish the last song, I unplug my laptop and walk out of the recording room. I walk up to Vinyl Scratch, who is busy messing with some sort of machine. I decide to leave her to her work. I instead decide to walk over to Octavia to ask her opinion on the songs.

"So, what did you think?" I ask, smiling.

"I liked it; I think that this album will sell well. I enjoyed the beats and the rhythms, they all came together to make the songs quite nice." She says smiling.

"Whoa, album? Vinyl, you know about this?" I look over at the white unicorn.

"Yeah, I've got all of the music on this record." She motions with her eyes to the record that she is levitating above her head, "I just need some cover art, track names, times, and a album name. I'll release it under my record company; P0n3 records."

"Well, that's mega kick-ass. I think I could use photo manipulation software on my computer to make an album cover design in less than two hours. You can use that as a basis." She looks surprised at the fact that I can do this.

"Photo what software?" The two ponies say in unison, walking over to me.

"I could use a program on my computer to make a album cover for the album." I say, explaining, "I've already got a name."

"What's that?" Vinyl asks, curious.

"Well, deadmau5 has odd album titles. For example; Random Album Title, For Lack of a Better Name, and 4x4=12." They look confused at this, but seem to accept it by nodding to each other, "I thought that I should keep this tradition and release this album under the title of 'No Good Names'."

"No good names, hmm, I like it. Kinda random and funny." Vinyl says, approving of my idea.

"Well, I've got to get going. I'll see you later, Vinyl." Octavia says, walking up the stairs. I wait until I hear the front door shut, then I start to question Vinyl.

"Sooo, are you and her, like, a couple?" I ask nervously.

"Yeah, I met her about two months ago at a nightclub. Funny how things work out." She smiles and blushes. Wow, she's pretty open about it. "She's all into the slow music, but now I think you've brought a genre that we can both appreciate. Thanks for that."

"No prob! Now, I've gotta get to work on this album cover." I open my laptop and double click on the GIMP logo on my desktop.

I open the picture file that I labeled 'Simple Deadmau5'. It's just a simple mau5head with the word 'Deadmau5' below it. I change the color of the mau5head to red, resize the canvas to be 900x900, add the words 'no good name5' below 'Deadmau5'. I need to add the logo for the record company Vinyl owns, so I get up and ask her about it.

"Hey, is there some kind of logo that you use?" I ask her.

"Yeah, right here." She shows me a picture of her cutie mark with the words P0n3 Records next to it.

"Okay, thanks." I say as I continue my work, making said logo and putting it in the corner. Yeah, that looks pretty cool. I say, saving the front cover as a jpeg.

I open another GIMP screen and begin to work on the back cover. In no time at all, I've got that done too. I put the names of the songs going down the back of the cover, with a mau5face (but no head) in the corner. That looks pretty nice.

I save the back cover and approach Vinyl, who seems to be doing some DJing with her headphones plugged in. I tap her on the shoulder gently, causing her to jump. She takes off the headphones and looks at me.

"You finished?" She asks, looking at the laptop that I'm clutching in my right arm.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool. You should like it." I show her the front and back cover and she nods.

"Nice, nice. I like your style, clean but still cool." She says, smiling and approving.

"Okay, then I guess I could print this image out when I get home. I deliver them to you tomorrow." I say, closing my laptop. *Rumble* Oh great.

"Heh, lemme guess, you're hungry?" She says snickering.

"Yeah, I am pretty hungry. You got anything to eat?" I ask, "Don't mean to sound rude."

"No problem, after what you did for me, helping you to a meal's the least I can do." Vinyl says with a smile.

"Thanks, you're pretty cool." She smiles at the compliment, "So what do you have."

I pack up my stuff and put on my backpack. I walk up the stairs, following Vinyl. I follow her into what is presumably her kitchen and take a seat.

"I've got salad, cupcakes, apples, and some sandwiches." She says, looking through her pantry, "What do you want?"

"Um, salad with an apple. Oh, and do you have any cups?" I ask her, remembering the Pepsi bottle in my pack, "I've got a bottle of Pepsi with me and you might want to try some."

"What's Pepsi? Is it a drink?" She asks, curious of the bottle I am now pulling out of my backpack. She gets out the food I request, along with two cups.

"Yeah, it's pretty tasty. Got a kick to it, non-alcoholic though." I say, reassuring her that we're not going to get wasted by drinking it. I pour some in both cups, "Here, try some."

"Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it" She takes a sip and immediately recoils. Unlike Rarity, however, she takes a second sip, then a third. She eventually finishes the entire cup, along with me.

"That was pretty good. Your world's got a lot of cool stuff, doesn't it?" She asks, smiling.

"Yeah, I guess it does. It also has a lot of fucked up shit, though. That's why I prefer this world a million times over." I say, talking a very tired voice.

"Oh yeah, the wars. That stinks, I don't how you live with that stuff." She says, suddenly not looking happy.

"Well, it wasn't a happy existence, that's for damn sure. I pretty much hated everything, but now that I'm here, I'm happy." I say, trying to make her feel better, "Anyways, I've gotta get going."

"See ya around Danny! Don't forget those prints you're supposed to give me." She says, reminding me.

"I won't, geez. See ya!" I walk out the door.

"Okay, now I need to see Rarity about my mau5head." I think out loud, seeing as there are no ponies around. Wait one second, what's the time? I look at my watch; 3:00. Okay, not too late. If I'm quick, then I should be able to get some mixing in as well.

I begin to walk to Rarity's, escorting my bike. I see Rarity's store coming up. In no time, I'm in front of the store. I put my bike's kickstand up and begin to walk in. Suddenly I hear a voice yelling.

"Sweetie Belle is WHERE!" I hear the familiar voice of Rarity scream through the walls of the store. Oh god, this CAN'T be good.

Holy shit, that was fast. I think I did a good job on this one, at least better than the last one. I tried to give the ending a little pizzazz. I think that the cliffhanger is good. Random quote: 'But I used a reliable source!'- Kid who used Wikipedia on his school report.

Here's the link for the cover that I made. YES I made this.

.com/art/No-Good-Name5-277315040