So, you’re sure about this?

Yes, of course, why wouldn’t I be? I know this will work.

Just remember that this is your doing. I specifically warned you against it. I already saw that it wasn’t going to be successful. And now she has to fix it.

How was I supposed to know? It’s not like I can see the future! Father Sir. So is this going to work?

I don’t know yet. There are too many possibilities this time. So will it? This is your show.

I will make sure it works, now both of you shut up; you’re lucky that the twins aren’t here. They’d be so pissed at you guys that they’d break. Again and Gigi and I would be forced to put them back together again.

Just watch what happens.

John entered the record store. He knew who the mare behind the counter was. In his world, probably one of the most famous DJs ever; and she’d never released a single track.

She gasped as he entered, “Uh, um, I, uh, hi,” she stuttered, pulling off her purple shades, as though her eyes were deceiving her.

“Uh, hi. I saw your sign and I was hoping I could get a job here. Don’t worry I’m not going to eat your brains or anything; I’ve gotten enough of those looks today. I’m not tone deaf and I know my way around a pair of turntables,” John said awkwardly.

“Uh, ok. So you’re the alien that they say dropped into Ponyville?” she finally blurts out.

“Yeah, well I more or less fainted into town. Kinda embarrassing,” John responded.

Her spunky attitude and confidence begin to return, “So you wanted a job here, watcha got?”

“Well if you have any mixers or anything I can show you.”

“Well here, follow me.” She hops up from behind the counter and opens a door downstairs. Soon John finds himself in a Techno themed computer land. Wires are scattered all over, coffee cups and records litter the floor.

“What happened here? Looks like you had a wild party here last night.”

“I wish, I started using this place to compose new stuff over the winter. When summer comes, my new club will be opened. It’s a lot larger than this place and a lot nicer. The only problem is that I can’t come up with any new stuff to play. I’m having like a block of some kind.”

“Well I might be able to help you out there; you mentioned a new club. Where?”

“Oh it’s across the street. The whole building is dedicated to it. Unlike this old place.”
She approaches the DJ station, “Alright big guy, show me watcha got.”

I don’t get it. He’s just playing with a mixer. Sure he’s going to get a job but how will this fix anything?

It won’t, yet. But soon he will find the peace there that he never found before. He will make it work. I’ve made sure of it.

“Wow! That was excellent; it was new, original, exciting. I like it, can I use it at my rave next week?” she asks excitedly.

“Sure, so do I have the job?”

“You bet, how’d you like to coDJ with me next week? We’d have a blast.”

“I’d love to. I think I can solve your new record problem too,” John says holding up his IPhone.

“Wow that almost looks like a Hoof phone; you have anything good on that?”

“Yup, here listen to this;” John scrolls down the list of tracks, “You have any amps I can hook this up to?”

“Uh huh,” she says, she brings up a connecter cable; it fits perfectly into the phone.

John hits play, Spitfire by Archie V echoes through the building.

Vinyl bobs her head to the beat. The music flows over her body, through her body as she dances to the beat. The song finishes and she runs up to him, “That was awesome! How many others like that do you have?”

“I have about two hundred and fifty of the most popular songs from my planet. If you want I can copy all of these and give them to you.”

“Oh sweet Celestia, Thank you so much. This will make the opening of the club the BEST NIGHT EVER!”

John chuckles slightly.

“What’s so funny?”

“Well, in my world, this whole universe is just a TV show. In one of the episodes, you may remember this; you were the DJ at that fashion show of Rarity’s. You were only on the screen for five seconds but somehow, you’ve become one of the most popular DJs ever in my world.”

“Wow, Your world has great taste,” she smiles as she uses her magic to copy the songs.

“Really? I mean you’re not disturbed by the fact that in my world this place is just a show? And that you’re all characters in that show?”

“Nah, While that is strange, it’s not the craziest thing I’ve seen or heard before,” she laughs, her ruby eyes sparkling in the light, “There was one time at a Daft Pony rave, Rainbow went up to th-I’m not allowed to say, ya know, Pinkie Promise, ‘losing a friends trust’”

“Is the fastest way to lose a friend,” they both finish.

A ceiling tile opens and Pinkie Pie pops out, “FOREVER.”

Both John and Vinyl stare at the sight as Pinkie disappears into the ceiling.

“Ok, I’m just going to ignore the fact that the laws of physics as I know them were just broken,” John said.

“Eh you get used to it,” Scratch says laughing, as though it’s a normal thing.

They both head upstairs to the record store.

“So you live here?” John asks.

“Yup, it’s pretty nice, but the club and sometimes the record store would get pretty messy by the end of most of the parties. So I decided to expand. But until you came along I was trying to come up with new songs and tracks to play at the grand opening. But now with you and me, we can be the best DJ pair in all of Equestria!” her enthusiasm intoxicating.

John begins chuckling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You, your enthusiasm. My world was dying, so finding people or ponies like all of you would be extremely difficult.”

“Aw, you say the nicest things, which is weird because I normally only say that to my sister.”

“Don’t tell me, your sister is Octavia?”

“Yup, the World Famous composer and cello player,” she says, “How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

“So, you wanna see it?”

“See what?”

“The new club, of course.”

“Sure.”

Vinyl and John head across the street to the club. Everything is new, pristine, and crystal clear. The floor is a shiny onyx black. Until the lights turn on.

Scratch heads to a circuit breaker and flips a lever.

The lights come on, the floor lights up, laser lights shine all over the club, the once black floor glows with a rainbow of colors. The club is amazing; the entrance reveals an open layout. Stairs lead up to the second floor where booths and couches await. A kitchen waiting for orders hides in the back, out of sight, out of mind until called upon. The first floor has more tables that sit before the dance floor; a bar sits behind the staircase, lined with drinks. More counters line the walls on both sides. The floor allows an open feel, giving a view to the balconies overlooking the dance floor. The stage is the most spectacular feature. On it sits a DJ station; behind it are a series of light panels, ready to display a series of programs. For now it’s on default view of a rainbow, shinning into the heavens.

“So do you like it?” Scratch asks, a smile dominating her face.

“It’s amazing, how did you do this?”

“I came into some money a while ago, won the Equestrian lottery and all. So I designed and built this club; with some help of course.”

“It’s incredible, nice work.”

“I’ll bring in an extra station for this weekend. We can rehearse on Friday night if you’d like.”

“I’d love to,” John said, taking out his phone, “Crap, I’m supposed to pick up some clothes at Rarity’s in 20 minutes. So I’ll see ya tomorrow then?”

“Sure, you can honestly show up whenever. I wake up whenever I feel like it so, don’t rush to be early,” She laughs.

“Alrighty, see ya tomorrow Scratch,” John said as headed to Rarity’s.

John reached The Carousel Boutique just as the clock struck 4:00.

“Darling, I have your new clothes right here,” Rarity says, handing John a large bag, “I chose a design that would best fit your personality and talents.”

John removed a shirt. It was blue with a yellow strip going down the center and the sleeves. On the back was a pair of wings and a jet.

“Aw, no way. How’d you get my… I guess it’s a cutie mark, on it?”

“Oh when you were demonstrating your abilities I got a look at it. Just a quick look but it was enough.”

“Wow, that’s highly observant of you.”

“So you like them?”

“Yes, I love them!” John said examining a pair of pants. They were a causal denim material; like jeans, “Thanks Rarity, I love them.”

“If you need anything else don’t hesitate to drop by,” her fancy voice calls as John headed to Sweet Apple Acres.

“So how’s it go partner?” Applejack asked as they ate.

“It went great, I got a Job as Vinyl’s partner at her new club,” John said in between bites of salad. It was surprisingly delicious. If he had to be a vegetarian for the rest of his life this was the way to do it, “Wow, this is delicious! What did you put in it?”

“Oh, just normal lettuce, cabbage, peppers, tomatoes, and a sweet apple sauce,” Applejack blushes, “Applebloom helped.”

“It’s wonderful. Both of you.”

“EEEYYUUP,” Big Mac agrees.

After dinner John heads upstairs to the guest room. Falling asleep his dreams are happier than the night before.

“Tonight, on CBS nightly news… The success of Operation Black Phoenix was marred by the heavy loss of lives. The death toll has risen to 3900 while the missing in action has remained at 1. The missing man is none other than Captain John Daniels, commander of the Black Dragons air group that led the assault. He was drafted into the Air force two years ago and quickly rose to the top of his class. He took command of the squadron four months ago. No debris from his plane has been found nor the captain’s body. No immediate family members have been found. In other news…”

So, they think he’s dead basically. They say missing but they mean dead.

Of course they mean dead, Em. In that line of work missing means they just don’t have a body.

Shut up, both of you, I swear you’re like an old married couple. Watch; now he’s found everything he could never have there. Now all connections with his old life are gone. He’s one of them now…

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