The Last One

"Ouch!" James yelled, his laughter stopping quite suddenly. Everypony at the table looked at him weirdly, and surprising enough, he still hadn't drawn any more attention to himself from his crazed laughter.

"I hope you have come to your senses sir, if not, the next shock will be stronger." Chase stated.

"Yes, I'm fine, sorry about that."

"What's your favorite kind of music James?" Pinkie asked. Now it was James' turn to give somebody an odd look.

"Where did that come from?" he replied. Rainbow Dash leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Don't try to understand her. Trust me, it leads to nowhere." James shrugged.

"Well, that's a question not easy to answer, the one you seem to inquire, Two spectrums of of one rainbow, one instrumentally smooth, the other electronically crude. While I would start it off with some strings, later I'd add some swing, and to top it off I'd drop the bass," he finished. His eye twitched as he realized what he just said, when a white pony with an electric blue mane on stage pressed a button and some music started playing. Suddenly, everypony in the room began rearranging the tables and chairs to the sides of the room, and scrambled around to either side of the room, with the mares and stallions on their respective side. They all began to tap their hooves, as the lights dimmed. Now only their tapping hooves could be seen by James. A mare started humming a deep note,

deep in every heart, there is a spark

a magic unlike any other, just let the music flow"

"Here's the thing, called jazz!" a stallion called out

"A raging fire, this time with a swing, So boy here's the thing,"

The mare finished off as a spotlight shone over James. The poor man had no idea what was happening.

"No, no, there is no thing, I really, really just don't sing,"

.

"Seems like a lie to me honey," The mare called out with a silky laugh.

James' 'damn it' was drowned out by the dubstep that played next. "Chase, what in the good name of God, is going on here?"

"I'm not entirely sure, this is hard for me to process," his friend replied.

"Here's the thing, called jazz" the stallion said again

"a one two three four" a different stallion called out repeatedly as they all danced, save for James. Some ponies were doing cartwheels, and others flips, most however were still on their side, tapping their foot.Two spotlights shone, one on James, and the other on the White mare with the luscious red mane. Suddenly a saxophone could be heard, as they all began to sing together.

"instrumentally smooth, electronically crude, when put together, the song makes you!

Just let the music flow, just let the music flow.

on every 'flow', the note would hold just a little longer than the other ones.

The music calmed down, and a grey earth pony began to strum on a cello softly while the saxophone went back to its normal loop.

Just let the music flow, let the rhythm take your soul, lift yourself up and out, Get on the dance floor now

The ponies were dancing once more, and finally it ended with a large pyramid of ponies, and several fireworks going off behind them. The lights turned on again, and everypony went about their business, the Mane Six going back to the booth James was sitting at. He stared at his beer, debating whether or not to dump it out or start chugging. Choosing the former, he threw it in a nearby trash bin. "What, the fuck, was that?" James asked the six mares.

"What do you mean? I thought it was fantastic, the best one this month! Oh you have great taste in music, I wonder if that means that you have good taste in sweets? Oh you can come and try some of the sweets that I make at Sugarcube Corner, we'll have cupcakes and candy and normal cake without the cup, hey there's a question why do they call it a cupcake when you obviously don't bake it inside a cup, and they certainly don't taste like cups, actually I don't think I've ever eaten a cup, not that I would, because they would taste really bad, and more they're made out of glass and the glass would break in my mouth and that would hurt a lot, so no I wouldn't eat a cup, unless it was made out of something yummy like chocolate, because chocolate is really good, and won't hurt my mouth like--" James, for the second time that day, had his hand over Pinkie's mouth.

"In twenty-five words or less, rephrase that sentence so I can understand what you are saying, alright?" He said, slightly annoyed.

"You like good music, would you like to come with me to Sugarcube Corner and eat some treats?" The pink mare asked in a more understandable speed.

"Alright, I'll go, because you seem to be the one thing that has the capability to make sense when asked. Wow, that sounded weird." James said.