Journey to the top

He stares at the letter in complete disbelief. H actually got the gig.. A huge grin spreads across his face, and he starts jumping around and yelling, "I got the gig! I got the gig! WOOHOO!!!" He continues for about an hour till he is completely exhausted. He calls his best friend, Rain Drop, and shouts into the phone, "I got the gig!" When his friend answers, "You have got to be kidding me Bass Storm. Your music would never make it in any club or even anywhere at all. There is no way you got the gig." She continues on about how terrible his music is, and when she finishes, she says, "I'll make you a bet. You'll get kicked out before 30 minutes is over. If I win, you stop making music, and if you win, I will buy all your albums and won't complain about it ever again." He shouts into the phone, "You've got yourself a bet Rain Drop. See you at Club Underworld tonight." He hangs up and shakes his head, saying to himself, "She is so going to lose. They're going to be dancing till they drop tonight."

Bass Storm shows his pass, marking him as the DJ for tonight, to the two ponies at the door, and they nod and open the door for him. He sets up his mixing table and computer, puts on his headphones and plugs everything in.

Ponies start coming in as he finishes with his gear, and he lets them get settled with a few drinks till some look at him expectantly, with Rain Drop in the back, a smug look on her face.

He runs the first song in the playlist, starting slow and low, and steadily getting faster and louder till all the ponies are dancing to it. He layers the next track on top, and starts adding effects, all the ponies are looking at him in amazement, and one in the back even said that he rivals Vinyl Scratch with his skills behind the table.

As more ponies come in and start dancing, he gets into it more and more, and starts layering more tracks at faster beats until everypony is losing some energy, and he switches it down to a lower tempo without messing anything up.

The gig lasted from 8 PM until 4 AM, when another DJ took over. Nopony thought he was as good as Bass Storm though.

As Bass Storm packs up his gear, Rain Drop comes over and says, "I am truly amazed. That was actually good. As soon as I get to the record store I will buy one of all of your albums, and after that, I can't complain. That really was amazing. Good job Bass." He pulls out his ear buds and says, "What was that again, I had my headphones in." She just sighs and does a facehoof.

He rests his head on his pillow, thinking of what went right tonight. He also thought of his next gig. He eventually falls asleep, dreaming of a huge crowd of fans all shouting, "Bass! Bass! Bass!" He starts the music and it just goes from there. He is rocking out to the music with the crowd, and even the guards keeping the fans back start doing little dances of their own. The music continues into patterns that he has never heard anything like, and the next morning he is inspired by them. The dream continues until he wakes up the next morning.