3 - Discover

Knowing exactly who was next before her head even popped through the curtained doorway that the previous DJ had left through, your jaw still dropped when the stylish black-rimmed glasses with purple lenses appeared, with the rest of the white unicorn's body following. The shocking light and dark blues in her hair only seemed to further accentuate the shining red that could be seen through the mare's glasses, her odd yet wonderful eyes. On her flank was emblazoned an eighth note, further symbolizing the musical genius she carried. This.. was Vinyl Scratch. The DJ of Equestria, better than all the rest, and no less than the best. Not to mention, definitely the prettiest pony of them all in your eyes! The bold colors of Vinyl stood out against everything, her coat seeming to outshine even the stage as the masses of ponies roared with applause and shouted with approval for her. The room began to shiver with the audience's movements, as if the whole building was anticipating Vinyl Scratch's performance.

You stood up from the bar and ran forwards, pushing past ponies - though they seemed to be too drugged or focused to notice your rudeness - until you were at the very front, holding onto the edge of the white stage and looking up at the disc-jockeying station, with Vinyl right behind it. There was a fierce grin on her face and a ferocity etched into her nostrils that seemed to show her true side - music was Vinyl's life, you could see. And now, you waited silently, along with the other ponies who had also cut quick their cheers. The last thing you saw and heard was the unicorn lifting her hooves off the discs, then slamming them down with swift speed. Then it was like a whole new building - it seemingly transformed in the huge sound waves focused towards the audience while Vinyl Scratch dug and spun her hooves into the discs, making the speakers all along the room seem to burst outwards.

You couldn't hear anything over the blazing passion of the dubstep song roaring and wub'ing through the air, the sounds threatening to take out your eardrums but make sweet love to them all at once. It was a confusing cascade of noise, but all of the other ponies seemed to be smiling widely and dancing with high speed. For a second, you pondered this, then began to shake yourself from side to side and headbang lightly, making yourself look natural. It really was wonderful music, but you couldn't even begin to think about how to actually dance to it, and copying off of a pony would make you, a human, look awfully stupid. Taking out your pass from your pocket, you remembered that it was a backstage pass, and began to look for any sort of entrance to the backstage.

You smacked yourself a bit, realizing, with a bit of embarrassment, that some sort of dark doorway was next to the stage with a big red earth pony with orange hair guarding it, who had white hooves and wore a yoke. Looked like a certain working pony you knew. Sure enough, stepping up to him, you realize that it really is Big Macintosh, Applejack's older brother. Now you noted the half of a green apple cutie mark on his flank and the cropped orange tail behind it.

"Oh, hey there, Big Macintosh!" you shouted over the din, even though you weren't quite sure he remembered you. The big pony turned his head around slowly to look at you, his eyes looking as bored and laid-back as always.

"Oh, hi there. Do ya got a backstage pass?" Big Mac replied, using his normally quiet voice in a high tone you could more easily hear than your own. You flashed the ticket to him with a smile, and sidled past when the work pony stepped slightly out of the way, cautiously looking around for any that might try to sneak in with you.

The hallway was pretty dark, but after a few seconds of hurried walking, you saw some normal lightbulbs flash on automatically, lighting your way through what looked to be a pretty long corridor.