Really sorry about the lateness guys! I have been busy with school and stuff in addition to being a horrible procrastinator! On an unrelated note; the concert’s almost here!!! Keep an eye out for the links this chapter!

“Ugh.” I mumble before opening my eyes. I see Dash’s head resting on my chest, bringing a smile to my face. She loves me, she really does. I must be the luckiest guy alive.

I begin to gently pet the cyan mare’s mane, which causes her to smile gently in her sleep, mumbling something incomprehensible. I chuckle a bit at this, continuing to stroke her chromatic mane for another minute. I move closer to her and give her head a kiss, causing her to wake up, a blush on her face.

“Hey, you know you mumble in your sleep.” I tell her, smiling gently. She blushes and closes her eyes, laying her head back on my chest.

“Can we just sleep in today? I’m kinda tired.” She asks me, her eyes opening and pleading to me. Omigod. Must…say…no……can’t resist…so cute.

“Actually, I’ve gotta get ready for the concert.” I explain, “Vinyl should be dropping by around two to help me set up all of the speakers. I also still have a few things I need to touch up on.”

I see Rainbow Dash show a look of defeat, getting out of the bed and planting her hooves on the ground. She lets loose a yawn, reaching one hoof back to scratch the back of her neck. I get out of the bed and follow Dashie into the living room, noticing that it is cleaned up. Jay?

After taking a shower and changing into my concert apparel; a Rainbow Dash mau5head sweater with baggy sweatpants, I follow her out into the kitchen, watching her sit down in her usual chair. Walking over to the toaster, I put in a few waffles. I look up at the clock, noticing that it says 12:00. I’ve got some time

---10 minutes later--- --12:10--

I walk out the door, noticing Jaycee rummaging through the wreckage of the plane. Slung over my back is my backpack, filled with my new MIDI keyboard, the launchpad device, a few various devices for altering sounds, and my laptop. I will be playing the tracks off of my laptop, not the vinyl, though I am bringing the vinyl with me. I look closer at Jay and see that he is simply standing over three large, long boxes. In his hand is a shovel. Huh?

“Yo Jay! Wassup!?!” I holler at him, walking closer.

“Oh, just…digging some graves.” He says sadly, clutching the necklace again, “Gotta respect my friends, they saved my ass out there quite a few times.” He lets out a chuckle, reminiscing his time spent in the WW3 universe, “Don’t wanna keep you two from doing whatever you’re doing, just…need some time alone.” He states sadly.

I look over at Rainbow Dash, whose ears are drooped down in depression. I myself am also quite saddened at the situation that my friend is in; losing his friends, his brothers in arms, his pals. I bring my hand up to my face to brush away a tear. I begin to walk away, prompting Rainbow Dash to do the same.

“You think he’ll be okay?” She asks me, her face showing genuine worry.

“Yeah, he just needs some time.” I tell her, “He’s a soldier, remember. He’s tough and he’ll bounce right back.”

“Well, what were you saying you needed to touch up on?” She asks me as we approach the stage where I’ll be performing, “New song?”

“Naw, I just gotta get all the cords connected, and then I’ll make sure everything’s tuned right.” I tell her, “Let’s get started!”

I spend the next two hours connecting all of the mixing equipment I am going to use. I also connect all of the speakers I currently own. I do a little mixing with my new headphones plugged in. I paid two hundred bits for these headphones and their style reminds me heavily of Beats by Dre, except instead of the ’b’ logo, mine have Vinyl Scratch’s cutie mark plastered on them. I think they’re called Omegas or something like that. Looking over at the empty lot where the crowd would be, I can’t help but grin in anticipation. Dashie seems to notice this and walks over to me.

“What’s up Danny?” She asks me.

“Nothing much, just thinking about what this place will look like tonight.” I tell her, “Can’t wait.”

“You really like playing that music, don’t you?” She half questions, half observes.

“Yeah, I love seeing people dance, smile, move, and enjoy themselves at a party.” I tell her, opening my laptop, “Maybe sometime I could show you how I make my tunes.”

“Your tunes? I thought you were just mixing music from famous producers, or whatever.” She states, looking confused.

“Yeah, but I also make my own music. Here check this out!” I press play on my newest piece; Plus One Fifth. While vibing to the song I smile, seeing Dashie doing the same out of the corner of my eye. My song pounds through the ground, as even without Vinyl’s extra speakers, this is a pretty loud setup, at least up on stage. I open my eyes to see Vinyl Scratch walking up to the stage. I pause the song and wrap my headphones around my neck.

“Sweet song, was that by deadmau5?” Vinyl asks me, “Or was that some other guy?”

“Actually, that was me.” I announce proudly, “I started making beats in FL Studio a few days ago after I got bored.”

“Well, anyways, that was pretty good! Needs a bit of work though before I can call it bucking awesome.” She exclaims, her goggles glinting in the sunlight.

“D-did you just swear?” I do a double take.

“Nah, bucking is a more acceptable way to say...well you know.” She explains.

“Awesome! That means I can make more songs that have the sound and aggression of the f word, but are still acceptable!” I do a fist pump.

“Yeah, anyways, I got Big Mac over there carrying the subs.” She gestures to the road behind her where Big Macintosh was indeed carrying a wagon full of speakers up to the stage.

“Okay then, let’s get these muthabuckas set up!” I am already trying in place the new word into my vocabulary.

“Yeah!” I give Vinyl an epic brohoof as we get to work setting up the speakers. Big Mac leaves right after he drops the stuff off. We get some help from Rainbow Dash with relocating the lights into the clouds, but it’s mostly me and Vinyl Scratch working our asses off. After a long period of working, I hear a shout coming from the road.

“Yo Danny! Wassup!?!” Jaycee yells to me, walking up to the field at a relatively slow pace with his hands in his jean pockets. Aw shit…

“What the hay!?!” Vinyl Scratch screams, “Who are you!?!”

“Okay, I guess I had to introduce him sometime…” I tell the now frightened Vinyl Scratch, “His name’s Jaycee, and he was my best friend before I got taken here.”

“Really?” She is shocked at this, lowering her guard, “Then where did he come from?”

“Well, it’s sort of a long story…” I begin, “Why don’t you tell her Jay?”

“Okay then, well it all started around a week ago…” He begins, drifting into his memories.

---2 hours later--- --4:20--

“…And so we all piled into the AC130! We were home free!” He exclaims, “We were high fiving each other and waiting for the congratulations message from our commander.”

“So what happened?” Vinyl asks, on the edge of her seat.

“Well, we forgot about the SAM turrets…” He states sadly, “Those mutherfuckers shot us down! Last thing I saw before waking up here was Mako screaming for help over the radio.”

“W-what happened to them?” Vinyl asks in a worried tone.

“They ..they didn’t make it.” He once again clutches his dogtag necklace, “They all died; Mako, Fox, and Hunter. I buried their bodies around ten minutes ago.

“Geez, that…that really stinks man.” Her ears drooping down, “I really feel bad for you.”

“Don’t, it’s not your fault.” He says, “I should just be happy I’m alive. Let’s…let’s just change the subject.”

“Okay then.” Vinyl says submissively, “Well, what do you wanna talk about?”

“Well, I would love to do a sound test on these speakers.” He states, “You got a mic?”

“Yeah, right up on the stage.” I tell him. He runs up to the stage and grabs the microphone that Vinyl had supplied me with.

“So what are you gonna sing?” I ask him.

“Rap. I don’t sing, I rap.” He corrects me, “Don’t you remember all the rap battles we would have?”

“Oh yeah! Well then, how about you rap Eminem’s verse from Drop the World.” I smile devishly, knowing that this is a hard verse to rap. It took me a few days of practice to learn it.

“Easy!” He taps the mic a few times, creating a loud popping sound, “Check this shit out!”

Man, it feels like these walls are closing in

This roof is caving in, up its time to razor-thin

Your days are numbered like pages in

My book of rhymes, got ‘em cookin’, boy

This crooked mind of mine got ‘em all

Shook and scared to look in my eyes

I stole that fuckin' clock

I took the time and I

Came up from behind

I begin to walk up to the stage, a plan forming in my head. I can hear the two mare gasping a little bit at the cursing.

And pretty much snuck up

And butt-fucked this game up

Better be careful when you bring my name up

Fuck this fame, that ain’t what

I came to claim but the game

Ain’t gonna be the same on the day that I leave it

But I swear one way or another Imma make these fuckin haters believe that

I swear to God, wont spare the rod

I’m a man of my word, so your fuckin heads better nod

Or Imma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody

I finally reach the stage and pick up the spare microphone. Jaycee notices this and nods in approval, understanding what I’m about to do.

Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head’ll lie

Permanently, bitch, its beddy-bye

This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die

My head is swole, my confidence is up

This stage is my pedestal

I’m unstoppable, incredible

Hulk you’re trapped in my medicine ball

I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin head’ll spin, dog

I split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives

I’ll fucking

I pour all of my rage into the last verse, shocking even myself.

Pick the world up and Imma drop it on your fuckin head

Bitch, Imma pick the world up and Imma drop it on your fuckin head

And I could die now, Rebirth motherfucker

Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker

I’m gone

Motherfucker, I’m gone (I’m gone)

We raise our arms in the air and high-five each other, happy with the result. I hear nothing but silence from the two mares, who are apparently still shocked at what me and Jay just rapped.

“What do ya think!?!” Jaycee asks the two mares, “I was training myself on rap before I got teleported. I love the pure emotion of the genre.”

“That what pretty crude.” Vinyl examines, “Why did you have to swear so much?”

“Well, that song was an angry song and the lyrics just reflected that.” I explain to the mares, “I grew up in an environment that treated swearing as cool. No word can deliver the pure anger of the f word. Plus, swearing makes me feel empowered, don’t know why, but it just does.”

“Well okay, I guess the song was pretty good.” Dash says.

“Hey Danny, do we have anything left to do before the concert?” Vinyl asks me.

“Nah” I answer her question, “Applejack is lending us her apple cart to sell the records in, so we really have nothing left to do. Actually, speaking of records, I was thinking of releasing a second version of the concert set.”

“What? Why?” Vinyl is confused at this, as is Dash.

“Well, I’m gonna be doing some live mixing at the concert and that will change the songs up to a degree.” I tell her, explaining my reasoning, “I wanna be able to release my live set, and the original studio version. So that ponies can hear the original masterpieces in all their glory.”

“Actually, that makes a lot of sense.” Vinyl says, “I’ve got a live electronic recorder that’ll let me do that, but it’s actually back at my house.”

“Well, I’ve got some time to kill, so how about we take a walk back to your place, maybe get a bite to eat.” I add the last part on, feeling my stomach hurt as I hadn’t ate since breakfast.”

“Okay then! Let’s get going!” Vinyl says excitedly.

“Hey, could I come?” He asks me, seemingly excited to meet the ponies.

“Ummm, how about you just wait here.” I instruct him, “I’ll introduce them to you at the concert.”

“Fiiiiiiiiinnee.” He sighs and begins to walk back to the house, “You mind if I play some Gears? Need to calm down.”

“Yeah whatever, I should be back before eight. The concert starts at nine.” I inform him before turning and beginning to walk down the road with Dashie at my side, both of us following Vinyl Scratch.

“So, could you tell me anything about the concert?” Dashie looks at me with her pleading eyes. Oh god no!

“Sorry Dashie, I can’t really say anything. Well, anything other than the fact that it will be totally boss and will definitely have you dancing.” I grin, thinking about dropping the beat on Deadmau5’s songs, “You’ll totally love it, Pinkie Pie Promise!” I do the set of actions related to said promise before laughing.

---1 hour later--- --5:40--

“So, where do you wanna eat?” Vinyl asks me as I walk out of her house, carrying the device in my backpack. It had taken us less time than expected to get to Ponyville, as the pace of walking had been faster than normal.

“Well, anywhere that sells sandwiches not involving flowers.” I say, chuckling a bit, “Humans can’t really eat that stuff.”

“Well, how’s grilled cheese?” Vinyl asks me, trying to narrow the list down.

“Yeah, that sounds good. Some soup would be nice too.” I say, following Vinyl down the street. Ponies shot me grins, often telling me that they couldn’t wait for the concert. Eventually, I and the mares end up in front of a building that looks a whole lot like a classic diner. The large neon sign displayed out front reads Diner. Blunt and right to the point.

---30 minutes later--- --6:20--

“Daayum! That was some good food!” I rub my belly as me and Dashie walk out of the diner. Vinyl said she needed to do something with Octavia and ran off right before I finished my food.

“So, you up for a cloud ride?” Dash looks at me with a wicked grin.

“Hell yeah!” I shout, prompting Rainbow Dash to bolt up and quickly return with a cloud large enough to fit me.

Riding on the cloud, I manage to get back to my house soon enough. Checking the time, I realize that it is now 6:25. Jeez, how time flies.

“So what now?” She asks me, excited as to what we’ll do next.

“Nothing!” I announce, shocking her, “I’m just gonna chill and play some TF2 until maybe, I dunno, eight?”

“Sounds cool!” She announces, “Could you maybe, teach me how to play?”

“Yeah totally! Anything for my Dashie.” I finish in a slightly more compassionate tone as I open the door to my house.

“What the fuck!” I yell in surprise as the door swings open, revealing an earth pony standing in wait. I clearly can see that she is a mare with a tan coat and a black beret. She is holding a notepad and has a pencil in her mouth. Oh god, the paparazzi!

Hope you enjoyed the chapter, please comment! Every comment means a lot to me! Yes, I did legitimately make that song from scratch in FL Studio. Random Quote: ‘All your base are belong to us!’ – Zero Wing.