Vinyl closed the studio door. Everypony else had already gone home. She couldn't record anything else tonight. That was okay; it wasn't what she had come in for anyway. When nopony was there, the recording booth was the quietest place in Equestria.

She pressed a key on the keyboard. A single bright note filled the room. She closed her eyes.

It was pure tone, filling the air like light filling a dark room. She smiled.

You didn't always have to have bass.