No Choice in Change

        DJ Pon3 was not a DJ, for DJs played music made by others, not themselves. DJ Po3 is a musician, some may even go so far as to call her an artist. DJ Pon3, but not Vinyl Scratch. These were two separate ponys, yet the same, for Pon3 was a stage name, and therefore, lived only on the stage. Pon3 was a mare who would never want unnecessary time speaking if she could be pleasing a crown of ponies with her wonderful house track house, not dubstep, but house, and she always corrected such comments as, "Nice dubstep, Pon3."

        But Vinyl was different. She was the kind mare who would stand up to her friends. She was the mare who has an apartment bigger than a normal apartment, but smaller than a suite. She was the mare who had the roommate named Octavia, who never told anypony that a figure growing in popularity was in the same building as them.

        And at this moment, Vinyl was walking home from the latest concert in her home city, Manehattan. She was thinking of a nice beat for her new house track, with a big boomy kick drum. Yes, she thought, that would be awesome. She then thought about Octavia, wondering if she took out the laundry. She definitely took out the laundry, she's a neat freak, thought Vinyl. She was remembering the rumors that they were lovers, rumors that were quickly dispelled after she got a nice coltfriend named Orange Cream, a name suited for him as he ran the best soda fountain in Manehatten. These were her thoughts as she got ran over by a delivery van she walked in front of. The driver called the ambulances when she saw Vinyl, laying on the ground, bleeding quickly. Vinyl Scratch felt a pain in her eyes as she blacked out.

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        "She seems to be awake. I'll get back to you with the papers on her recovery. Now get. She needs as little ponies in this room as possible." Said Willa Wisp, the greatest unicorn doctor in Manehatten. She lived right across from Vinyl, and they were good friends. Willa, or rather, Wisp, as she wanted to be called, was a nice girl who wanted nothing more than to prove she could be the doctor that you would want to have if you had any ailment. She also had only one patent at a time, only so she could help anytime she was needed. She had some flaws, such as her habit of doing a lot of drinking when her patients were taken care of. With what she saw almost weekly, that was not a surprise.

        "Were am I?", asked Vinyl, groggy and not noticing the obvious. The very bad type of obvious.

        "The hospital. Now tell me, what color is this apple?", asked Wisp, floating a green apple fearing the worst.

        "What apple? I can't see anything. Is it the medicine you gave for pain or somethin, cause I feel fine and I can't see." rambled Vinyl, have asleep and half unwilling to put two and two together.

        "Vinyl, it's not any drugs. I'll walk you home. You can't see because you're blind."

        Vinyl could only reply with a very loud FUCK. The only good news was that the room was soundproof.