Mechanical Ponies

So, I went on tour with Omega, not to brag, and I was never really on stage, but I still got front row seats, giving me an amazing view of all the shows. However, after one certain show, we had an upset stallion to deal with.

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Okay, so after the third show I've been to on tour, we were all sitting in the dressing room, the scent of sweat and smoke lingering on everypony's body. We were discussing what Omega's new album would include, and what it would be titled, and during this conversation, a stallion with a short-cut blonde main and a dark grey coat burst through the door.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, still sitting on the couch next to twiggy the guitarist. Twiggy doesn't really talk much...

"Who am I?! That's none of your concern. What I want to know is who do you all think you are?!"

Omega turned in his chair to face him and knit his brows as soon as he saw him. "We're The Mechanical Ponies?" he remarked with a shrug.

I couldn't help but smirk a little. Nothing made me happier than seeing professionals get hot headed and belittled by the ones they call "freaks."

"You may have everypony else fooled, but I get what you're all doing, and this has to stop!" He basically yelled, stomping a hoof down as he finished his sentence.

"You mean make music? Yeah, that's... kind of what we do." I said, even though I wasn't exactly a professional musician. Not yet.

"No, I don't mean," He placed his hoof to his side "Making music," he said, mocking my remark, making a fire burn in my stomach as the urge to buck him right in the groin arose.

"I mean, stop trying to make everyone question the lives they live! I've heard the words in your songs, omega! And to be honest, I'm not that happy about it! Telling everypony you're a suicide king, raping ponies, starting fights and whatnot. It's bad for our youth and their young minds!"

"Well, it's their parents jobs as, you know, PARENTS, to keep them away from my kind of music if it's so bad. We aren't trying to make children do what we tell them to, we're trying to express ourselves in the most creative way we can, Mr..."

"Sam. Just Sam," he finally added. "And you aren't teaching messages to anypony, you fucking disgrace to music. Rock is dead, and it always will be."

"Who in the hell let you in?!" I cut in.

That made him look around the room, before stepping back. "Before you call security, just remember that this can only go on for a certain amount of time." With that, he closed the door behind him, leaving the room in silence for a few moments, whom Twiggy was surprisingly the first to break the silence.

"So... wait, what?"

"Just some overly sensitive puss," I said. "whoever his coltfriend is, he probably could've done better."

Omega chucked at my joke. "I've seen him before. I never knew his name before now, but I've seen him before some concerts shooting me dirty looks. That's the first time I've talked to him, considering the fact that he usually has King Sombra's nutsack in his mouth."

We all laughed at that.

"So, rock is dead, huh?" I questioned. "Why don't we show him how dead rock really is."

Omega nodded, grinning wildly. "Twigs, I need a heavy, new intro and chorus by tomorrow. We need to write a song that really says "Fuck You!" to everypony like him."