Vinyl Scratch was aware of the brown stallion following her group ever since they picked him up outside of that burger place. Normally she ignored stuff like that, but after a few minutes of him following, she was getting more than a little curious.

Double Beat saw her glance over her shoulder several times, as well as the other members of her party. He knew they saw him, but he was still surprised when the white unicorn began slowing down. Everypony but her and a yellow pegasus kept walking.

"Yo dude, why're you sulking back here? Join the party!"

Beat froze. He wanted to reply, but his mind was drawing blanks.

"You okay?" Vinyl's welcoming smiled slowly vanished into a concerned expression.

"I think you broke him." The yellow pegasus with her commented, walking up next to the stallion.

Vinyl lowered her purple shades for a better look. "Nah, he's cool. Just poke 'im," She said after a second, replacing her glasses.

The other mare tentatively lifted a hoof and after a moment’s hesitation, thrust it into the stallion’s side.

"What? Oh! WaAh!" Double fell sideways with the sudden force, landing painfully on his side. "Ow," He dropped himself up with one foreleg and began rubbing his head with the other.

"I said poke him, not push him over!" Vinyl laughed, rushing over.

"Oh, sorry." The blue and yellow pegasus backed nervously out of the way.

Vinyl rolled her eyes underneath her sunglasses, "You okay dude?"

"Huh? Yeah..." Double Beat subconsciously took the mare’s outstretched hoof before realizing what he was doing. When he did he hurriedly backed up a couple of paces. "Why'd you leave your friends?" He asked at length.

Vinyl chuckled, "Dude, when a guy is following you like Faer Gore, they're either lonely or a serial killer."

"That's a pretty big chance then... Wait a minute, you've read Rumors of Cacher?!" Double exclaimed when he recognized the reference.

The white unicorn looked puzzled for a second, "Uh, yeah. Everyponies read some book of Beating Legend's"

Double Beat kicked at the ground nervously, "Yeah, everypony..." He muttered, then louder; "So what did you think about 'The Awakening'?"

They had resumed walking at this point, and Vinyl paused to tap her chin, "Meh, it was alright. I mean that thief Cyde was pretty cool, I don't know why he was so short though. And the main character Felix seemed a bit whiny to me."

"I think it gives Cyde something to prove, maybe that's why he act's so arrogant all the time," The yellow mare offered.

"Maybe." Vinyl replied, then started walking again, "Oh that's right, this is Raindrops, And my names Vinyl Scratch, you can just call me Vi or Scratch, though, how 'bout you?" She gestured to the three of them in turn.

"Double Beat," The brown stallion answered with a nervous chuckle, "So how many books have you read?"

"Not many, I just like listening to the guys tunes. I thought it was cool that he was a musician and book writer so I picked up a few novels."

"She owns all of them," Raindrops paraphrased in a whisper.

Double Beat pulled a peculiar face, "So, uh, where're we going?"

"Aw, you didn't know? We're here right now!" Scratch waved a hoof at the large cinder block of a building. It was painted a lot of dark colors with a few electric blues and reds. Just above the double doors hung a sign that read;

"Welcome to Dr. Awesome's Raveyard"

"Dr. Awesome?" Beat inwardly groaned.

Vinyl Scratch misread his expression, "It's not his real name… I think… come on!" She pushed Double-beat through the doors.

He could already hear the opening to one of his own songs play past the walls and into the entry hall, then a man’s voice that was much more energetic than it needed to be call out.

“I think you all recognize Beating Legend’s ’December.’”

Vinyl, with the help of Raindrops, managed to catch Double before he ran off and drag him into the dance hall as the first lines of the remix rang out;

“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow… nevermore”

Author's Note

Okay, okay; so I lied about part two being the last part of chapter one, I also had a hidden hint about this chapter that was almost impossible to get, unless you're the kind who believes nothing is impossible, just impassible. Well, I think it was a passable hint.

Oh well, “The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”
― Albert Einstein

I'll get working on that next chapter now.