All in the Name of... Tickets!

Part Four

All in the Name of… Tickets!

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Warning

This part of the story was written for fun and contains pony-fied versions of the 1980's Mötley Crüe.

Therefore, their might be some fan-fair ahead. Enjoy!

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The Concert

“Tonight’s Act: Pöny Crüe” were the words displayed on a large black banner that hung outside The Canterlot Hall. As Rainbow Dash walked underneath the large sign, she entered the main theater and was visually treated to the sight of the stage’s luminescent ruby glow. Produced from it’s yolk-lights, they shone down upon the hall’s white marble architecture while it’s glass stained windows lit up with each beam of light that passed by. After they displayed their beautiful craftsmanship, they blended back into the room’s dimly lit atmosphere. Meanwhile, the air was coated in thin mist while the floor was dominated by a mosh pit of ponies that talked and waited for the show to begin.

Wow, there is a lot of people here, thought Rainbow Dash. I guess this is the reason why the band is here in-

Her thought was interrupted by a loud pyrotechnic explosion that startled her. Then, the sound of an air raid siren echoed across the entire auditorium as the red lights dimmed into the darkness. As the crowd began to scream, Rainbow Dash tried to focus on the black curtain that fell to the floor after the blast. However, her attention shifted towards the sign that lit up to display the words “Pöny Crüe” in flames. This raised the room temperature slightly as Rainbow Dash, who managed to sneak herself onto one of black barriers in the first row, felt the fire’s warmth upon her face.

“ARE YOU READY?!” announced a stallion’s voice on the loudspeaker, while the siren continued to go off.

The crowd cheered back in response.

“I SAID! ARE… YOU… READY!?”

The crowd thunderously roared louder than before.

“ALRIGHT THEN CANTERLOT! FROM THE CITY OF LOS ANGELS! HERE THEY ARE!

As the siren died down, the band’s tan earth pony drummer, Tommy Lee, began to play the heart pounding rhythm to the their opening song, “All in the Name of” as the stage lights flushed the pony’s drum set green.

“THE BAD STALLIONS OF ROCK’N ROLL!”

A guitarist, that wore a black coat and top hat, appeared and began to immediately play the song’s melody as a spotlight hit him on the left side of the stage. As he bathed in the beam, his electric presence channeled from metal strings of his wooden guitar to the crowd’s energy level. As it rose, the desire scream became almost unbearable as Rainbow Dash shouted at the stallion that stood above her. To which she could clearly see it was the grey unicorn, Mick Mars.

“PÖNY CRÜE!”

Another burst of fireworks went off as four pillars of fire blasted into air from the front of the stage. As Dash felt the burning heat of the thirty-foot flames, she saw the lights shine on Vince Neil and Nikki Sixx, wearing an appropriate amount of leather be-dazzled in rhinestones, as they sprinted from the right wing towards front of the audience. Along with Mars, they faced the crowd like gargantuan rock gods while Neil wiped around his long blonde mane before he “sang” his verses as fast as Mars and Sixx plucked their instruments. Then after the first line of their song, they dispersed from each other and ran towards the opposite ends of their theatrical rock stage in full, testosterone filled force.

Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was in complete awe of the cavernous construction of lights, amps, and wires being coordinated by the live music produced from the band’s instruments. As they were played accordingly, their fluency commanded the Rock’n Roll circus while it overwhelmingly took full control of their audiences’, which included Rainbow Dash’s, emotions. With it captured, the Crüe made the mass feel rowdy during the songs “Dancing on Glass,” “Ten Seconds to Love,” and “Looks that Kill,” or mellow during their harmonic ballad “Home Sweet Home.”

It was “Live Wire” though, that really got to Rainbow Dash. Since it was “that one song”  she waited in anticipation for them to play, she managed to create one of the biggest smiles she ever made while Mars started the song’s guitar riff. This is then accompanied by Tommy’s “thuds” on the drum as Mars hit the pentacle of his melody. A loud “chaaa” is then made by Vince before the rest of band played out the full intro to the song. Then as Neil began to sing his verses, Rainbow Dash thought her night was perfect since she was hearing favorite song by the Crüe live.

Sadly, the song had to end the gig.

As Pöny Crüe played the beats and chords to end the tune, they unleashed a final “hurrah” of bombs and fire that covered the roof in gunpowder smoke. Meanwhile, Neil, Sixx, Lee, and Mars stood up to the roaring crowd as they formed a line to bow towards them. While the spotlights still shined down upon them, Neil finished his bow and ran up to his stand to shout into the microphone one last time.

“THANK YOU CANTERLOT! YOU ALL HAVE BEEN F**KING INCREDIBLE! GOODNIGHT!” said Vince before he took his mic and dropped it to the floor by accident.

He decided to leave it there as it picked up and echoed him saying, “S**t,” while he and the other members of the band walked off the stage and out of the view to Rainbow Dash, whose mind was completely blown by the sheer power of their show. She then turned around and joined the sweaty mass of bodies as she tried to the exit the venue by lightly bumping into other ponies. After about ten minutes of roughing herself up with all the pushing and banging, she managed to exit the hall and catch the night train home.

“uuuhhhgggg,” grunted Rainbow Dash as she plopped herself down onto her bed at home.

With the memory of Pöny Crüe burning in her head, Rainbow Dash’s triumph of finally seeing them was satisfied with a smile upon her face as she tucked herself underneath her covers. However, as she turned off her bed-side lamp, the pain of her aching body, from standing for about four hours, finally caught up to her as Rainbow Dash felt her tendons contract with each turn of her body. While most ponies would moan and complain about the unpleasant agony of sore muscles, Rainbow Dash found comfort in her misery as she welcomed the cramps like battle wounds from her intense assault of live rock music. With that in mind, she closed her eyes and thought about the fact that she was still going to be incredibly sore in the morning.

However it didn’t bother her since tomorrow was Saturday, therefore she knew she had all weekend to recover from the concert before she returned to work on Monday.

“Good Night, Tank,” said Rainbow Dash as she drifted into slumber.