Merciful Beats

Twilight leaded me to the barn, I was greated to see Applejack raising her legs to buck an appletree. What was she trying to achieve there not like she will knock it over or anything. She kicked it, apples fell from the tree into the waiting bucmets below. She mist be pretty damn strong. Twilight called out her name.

"Applejack! Anon wants to ask you something!" Applejack looked over at us and began to trot over. Twilight's horn began to glow. "Bye." Bye what did she mean? A flash of white and she was gone. Applejack now stood in her place.

"Howdy Anon." I was staring at the spot Twilight was but Applejack still occupied it.

"How? Did she just?" Applejack waved a hoof in front of me.

"Anon?" She punched my arm.

"Huh? Oh yeah, wait how did she just?"

"Magic." Of course, duh.

"Oh yeah, forgot."

"Did ya have a question fer me?"

"Yeah, um I was wondering if you could help me look for a job." She eyed me up and down. She shook her head.

"No way, did Twilight bring you here only to try and help me?" I was starting to understand what Twilight meant about Applejack not admitting she needed help.

"Yes and no, I really do need a job, she just recommended me to you." She sighed.

"Look, the work here isn't a job, its a living. Family oriented and not a business. Any bits we make is only spent on our barn or equipment, Twilight never has understood that, in fact nopony has."

"Well good thing I'm not a pony cuz I understand perfectly."

"You see that what I am saying nopon-...wait did you just agree with me?" I nodded to her.

"It's been a long time since anypony has ever trusted me...ponies always doubt me, they never take me word fer anythin!" She looked up at me with her big emerald eyes. Wow.

"N-no problem....uh so do you know where I can get a job though?"

"I think the market usually has ads out and fliers." I nodded to her.

"Thanks!" Applejack smiled at me and turned away saying something about work, I couldn't understand her.

"Anytime." I turned away and walked off towards the town. I looked up, the sun is still high up. Hmm, maybe about noonish? So I still got a lot of time. Wait...where will I go and crash at when its dark, Rarity's or Fluttershy's? I shrugged at myself. Whatever happens happens.

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A half mile walk later I was in the dead center of Ponyville. So many stalls, so many vendors. Damn. I looked towards the postboard that was set up near a stall. A shit ton of fliers. A pony walked up next to me, she was a mintgreen color. And fuck was she staring me down. Usually I would get a few take backs but never this bad. Something was pulling my hand, I looked over. The minty unicorn was licking my hand. I pulled away quickly. "Excuse me? Personal fucking space?" The unicorn looked at me her eyes wide. She bolted off into the distance screaming about how it talked. Rude. I looked back up at the board. I began to look through the many fliers. Hmm, boring, boring, not to good with children, boring, cant bake worth shit, boring. Wait what is this. I pulled off a flier that had bright electric blue writing, but the electric blue was smudged as if someone tried to hid it, the readable parts of it read.

'I need assistance...good pay...no questions asked.' The address was a bit smudged but still legible. This seems kinda interesting I put the flier into one of my side jean pockets and headed towards the address. Thankfully the address patterns were still similar to what I'm used to. I was led to a two story house, seemed nice, intact, decorated, finely furnished. I walked to the door, the door nob was a treble cleft. Hmm, maybe a musician lived here? There was a door bell in the shape of another treble cleft. I pushed it, a soft deep hum resonated inside followed by a voice, a little deep for a female but to strained to be a male. Sounded like someone who used there voice quiet a bit.

"Hold up, I'm coming." The doorknob was surrounded by a glow and the door swung opened. A unicorn, pale white awesome electric blue mane, and cool purple shades. "Wooah, I must have taken something strong." Oh yeah, forgot I was an alien to these ponies. The unicorn prodded my belly with her hoof. "Wait you're actually here..sweet!" Not the reaction I was thinking of but hey hell of a lot better then getting stared down. I shivered a bit thinking of that mint colored unicorn.

"I'm here for the ad on this flier." I reached into my blue jeans and pulled it out then handed it to her. She picked it up with her magical grip and read it.

"Oh yeah, well dude I am excited you're a fan and all but thats not what I'm looking for." She sighed and began to shut the door, but I interrupted her.

"A fan of what?" I honestly didn't know what she meant.

She opened the door again. "Do you not know who I am?" I shook my head, her eyes lit the fuck up, I mean I could actually see her eyes from beneath her shaded lite up! A bright red. Kinda spooky, but pretty kick ass. Wait...why am I getting excited about a pony's looks? WHAT THE HELL!? The unicorn grabbed onto my shirt with her teeth then dragged me inside. She slammed the door shut and eyed me all over. "So you have no clue to who I am?" I nodded. "Perfect!" The unicorn ran off amd came back with a floating vinyl record. "Do you know what this is?" I nodded again. "This is even better!" Bum budum bum bum wub wub.

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One game of twenty questions later the unicorn smiled at me and spoke. "You are hired!"

"For what?" I am still absorbing whats going on.

"To be my assistant!"

"Why though?"

"I am tired of fangirls! I have been looking for someone who wouldn't freak when they saw me! Everyone looooves D-J PON3." Dj? Bum budum bum bum wub wub. Wait...a sec...why does that feel...right now. The rhythm didn't invade my thoughts this time, I welcomed it. I invited the beat.

The unicorn looked at me and tackled me down, she was now standing on my chest, I was fully laid out in my back.

"Ponies like you arrr...wait you aren't a pony though...still you are rare and not just cause you're an alien! Now follow me were gonna get you familiar with the equipment! She jumped off and dashed up stairs. This was happening all to fucking fast my brain hurt from the processing.  Ok Imma break it down...so basically she is a popular DJ...next she wants an assistant but one who wont freak out about working with her, finally she hired me..not knowing if I had any type of musical history..which I don't, so she is a risk taker. I stood up. Good.

"Yo alien dude coming up or not?" She shouted from upstairs, I followed her voice to a door labeled. 'Studio of wubs!" Heh wubs. I found it funny and kept repeating the word in my head. Wub wub wub, wait I know that sound...but from where. The thought was taken from me as soon as I opened the door. One word. Woah. I stood in a the room an eager unicorn stood in the middle of it, equipment for days. Something kicked up inside of me

"Turntables, Mixers! Resonator! Sub woofer!" I continued to name off all of her equipment as I ran all about the room.

"Wait up alien, how do you know all of this stuff?" I looked at her. How did I? Good question.

"Honestly, I have no damn clue." She eyed me up and down. I shrugged. Seriously though how could I know this. I was thinking. Thinking. Nothing. Well damn.

"So I am guessing you know how to work the beats then huh?" Her voice sounded as if she wanted something from me but also a bit teasing.

"I-I guess?" That was more of a question rather then a response.

"Cool but not today ok? I don't believe in working on the first day, or do I believe in working!" She laughed at her own joke but I just looked at her. "Hey it was funny! Your alien head just doesn't get it!" She sighed. "Basically I mean dont think of this as a job, think of it as a love, something you wanna do not just for bits but for yourself."

"But thats already how I was thinking." That wasn't my own words...they were true, but I didn't think of them they just came out, as if I already knew. I looked up at her and she wore the most mysterious smile.

"Good, Now since you already know the basics lets get to the social part." Oh yeah, My brain has been processing all around me that it forgot the basics. "I am Vinyl Scratch, a.k.a." She took a deep breath. "D-J PON3!" I couldn't help but smile.

"I am Anon, a.k.a the alien." I looked at Vinyl, heh how fitting, I winder if she was born with that name...nah there was no way.

"Ok Anon, well this is my house/recording studio, I share it with my roommate Octavia..she..she can be a drag sometimes with her classical tastes.

"No problem for me, I can work around anything." I realized that sounded a bit too cocky.

"Oh a bragger!" She leaned against my leg and looked up at me. "Are you suuure you can work around anything?" She gave me a sly grin, my face grew a bit hot. Was she flirting with me?

"It has been cool and all but." I looked out her window. "It's getting pretty late, I should probably find a place to crash at." She clamped down onto my leg.

"You dint have anywhere to go? Stay here then! I have an empty guest room. OR you can take my couch!" I liked the last one, for so,e reason it felt more natural to me then sleeping in a bed. I cant explain why though.

"Sure thing, but tomorrow I need to tell all my friends where I have been and what I have been to." Friends...I actually thought of those ponies as my friends. Vinyl nodded at me and grinned, her purple shades a but low and her red eyes looked up at me. One word, one damn word that I cant stop thinking. Woah.

"Get some rest then, Tomorrow is going to be a busy day!"

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An hour later and it was dark out, I was laying on Vinyl's couch, oddly it was like I thought, way more comfy. Vinyl went to her room, not her studio but her actual room. I haven't seen inside it but I doubt it will be dull.

So what have I accomplished today. One, became closer friends with Applejack. Cool.

Two, got licked by a creepy mint green unicorn. Fuck that.

Three, became friends with a popular D-J. That is a definite win there.

Four, got hired from said DJ. Fuck yeah!

Five, now I have a steady place to chill at and sleep. Nice.

Last, I remembered something about my past, I knew what all of that equipment was, maybe I worked for a DJ before. Yeah that seemed reasonable.

Well today has been another productive day. Bum budum bum bum wub wub. Oh! Almsot forgot, I have learned to enjoy the beat inside my head. Sorta like my own personal song. I shut my eyes and feel the gentle beat carrying me off into a nice rest.