(Treble)
Cheering. The faint noise can be heard from my dressing rooms' bathroom as a knock came from my door.
"Five minutes Mr. Kick."
"Thanks Mick." I said as I threw on my hoodie to cover my heroine injection marks. "Celestia. Three interventions and eight rehab sessions and i'm still a drug addict. Speaking of Celestia, gotta play at Canterlot tomorrow." I said as I shut the door and opened the door to welcome a earth pony with a headset was tapping her hoof as if he was killing fire ants.
"There ya are Bass, were you've been, and don't tel me you did pre-show coke lines. Celestia knows we need another drug scandal. " She said as we made are way towards a long tunnel and the cheering.
"Don't worry Mary. I wasn't." I said as a group of mares, possibly groupies, looked at me hungrily
"What's wrong Bass, you don't sound like yourself. After this show, your nomination for rapper of the year is as golden as a mobsters' necklace. What could possibly get you down?"
"Everything." I quickly added. Personally, I absolutely despise every minute of being on the road, being coked up, high, drunk, or staying up just to wake up five minutes later to do it over again. "I hate it. I miss my friends back in Detrot. I miss waking up and know where I am. I miss being sober, or not being high, or not have blood run down my nose." I let out a sigh of relief. "Man it feels good to get my chest."
"Okay drama king. We get enough drama when we buy your cloths from… whats her name… Charity or something like that. Whatever, but what matters is that you make this your greatest performance ever." She said giving a grey unicorn a mic. "Give him great intro." The unicorn just let out a grin as he ran on stage.
"Aight Aight. Quiet down quiet down. Now who here's… actually buck that… I want anypony who's a hater of the living legend, keep ya mouth shut!" He said as a roar of cheers came from the audience." Okay. Now, mares and stallions, fillies and colts, the legend himself, the aftermath, the before, the after, the Detrot Mike Shinoda, Bass Kick!" The crowd, ecstatic, complete understatement. I could said I loved it, but it was like poison in my veins.
Hypocrites, when they said they would never buy another album since my second rehab session, I made one song and they were banging down my tour carriage doors for the next album.
"Good luck out there. Don't screw this up." I knew she wasn't pleading, she was demanding.
I took the stage. The air, electrifying, no… thunder storm is a perfect description. The cheers and stomps were enough to make anypony deaf.
The crowd died down when a snare drum started in the background followed by a steady bass line signaling the start of the song and my verse intro, but I just couldn't word it. Stage fright, no. Tired of this shit, yes.
"You know what. Buck this, buck y'all, and buck rapper of the year award. Hypocrites, everyone of ya'll. I quit!!!" I have zero idea what just happened, but it felt, and I can't stress this enough, great.
The faces of everypony showed complete confusion. Some thought it was an opening for a new song, but they got the message when I got off the stage.
"What the hay was the Bass!" Mary said attacking me with her voice.
"Treble..." I said quietly, but I could tell she knew what I said.
"Treble? Was the treble out of time?"
"No Mary. You've been my manager for what? Three years now. You should know my name."
I stormed away from her
