Mechanical Ponies

Something I left out when i was ranting about the world, was how mainstream everything is. This band that I really like, and unlike everypony else, I like them because I listen to them, and I like the way they think. The band is called Mechanical Ponies, and everypony I know loves them as well. But what they don't realize is that the musicians mock the very ponies who adore them. Media is their best friend, and they are everyponies best friend. Now that I've told you about Mechanical Ponies, I'll tell you about how I first met them.

The vibrant and heavy sound of the guitar rang in my ears as they played the final note of their song, thus ending the concert. I had a backstage pass, so of course, them being my favorite band, I had to meet them. I traveled trough the crowd of the zombies to the doors that led to the corridor of dressing rooms. Once I was through the door, my heart was beating in my chest. What started off as a walk turned into a trot. I haven't felt this giddy since I got a vinyl copy of their first album. My trot slowed down once I saw a door with Omega's name imprinted across it. My mouth stretched into a grin as I raised a hoof to tap on the door, my heart beating faster than before. Before my hoof made contact, the knob clicked, and the door slowly opened. I quickly put my hoof back to the ground as I stood in front of Omega himself.

"Say something!" I said to myself as his red-contacted gaze met mine. "H-hey!" I said, keeping my smile. "Well this isn't awkward at all", I said again.

"What's up, man?" he said as he laid his eyes on my pass. "You can come in if you want," he said, stepping aside, letting me see the inside of his room, who was also occupied by the other band members.

I wasn't sure how to respond. This was amazing! One of the most intelligent ponies on earth welcoming me into his dressing room with the rest of his band! "Thanks!" I exclaimed, stepping into the room, looking at the Desk with all his makeup, contact cases and wigs.

Omega sat across from me as he removed his contacts, revealing dark brown iris's. "You want some coke?" he asked nonchalantly, motioning to thin white lines on his desk. He then waved the same hoof at me dismissively. "Nah, if you do drugs, it's gotta be before the concert," he said with a chuckle. "So what's your name?"

My ears perked up as he asked this. "My name's Alpha."

He nodded, smirking. "The opposite of me, I see."

I laughed a little, trying not to laugh for too long or too loud, because that would make this situation awkward. And that's the last thing I would want to happen in this situation. My emotions fought over each other as I struggled to find words to say. "Yeah, I guess so." I scratched the back of my head with a hoof.

"So, if you're like the rest of my fans, you probably wont leave this room innocent," He said, his gaze turning sultry, which i just now realized has never left me from the moment I sat down.

"What if I told you I'm not like your other fans?" I asked shyly.

He knit his eyebrows quizzically, crossing his back hooves as he leaned back. "Tell me how you're different from the other fancolts and fanmares."

My eyes widened a little as I inhaled to speak. "Well, unlike the other zombies, I listen to your lyrics instead of it passing through my ears like air through a wind tunnel."

This made him smile. "Finally! Somepony who shares the same views as me! Haven't met anypony in a while who has."

After the conversation went on with us ranting about previously mentioned world issues for about a half hour or so, his eyes lit up with an idea as he leaned forward closer to me. "You're a pretty smart guy... How would you," He poked a hoof into my chest. "Like to go with me on the rest of my tour?"

I gulped, my cheeks turning red as I looked side to side at the drummer and guitarist, then back to Omega. "I-I'd love to!"

He nodded again. "Haven't ever really had somepony go on tour with me before that wasn't a groupie. Guess it'll be a new experience for the both of us, huh?"

"Yeah! I can't wait. I didn't expect you to be like this in real life."

"You expected me to be an average pony, huh? I can't blame you. Look at how I dress." He held his arms out for emphasis on his leather-clad body.

"No, no, that's not what I-"

"I know what you meant, I was just fucking around with ya." He looked at his guitarist. "Twiggy, get this fine gentlecolt some clothes, a fine mare, and some pills. He's one of us now."

Those were the words that changed the rest of my life.