"My next song is I'll Love You By The Beach," I said, "Please enjoy this song, for it is dedicated toward my one and only."

Baby, You've seen me on stage

And you know I'm all the rage

And I know I'm hard to reach

But baby I'll love you by the beach

5 minutes later

I'll love you by the beach

It was over, my greatest song yet. I hope she like it. It took me forever to write this one. Wait, why isn't anyone clapping? I looked over to the audience. Everyone there had fainted. Welp, I just wrecked Michael Jackson performances. I walked backstage where I saw Sweetie Belle standing there.

"Oh my gosh, Silver, that was awesome!" She said.

"That was an early morning concert," I said, "That was nothing."

"But everybody is passed out!" She said, "I hope nobody's dead, though."

"Hopefully, not," I said, "Anyways meet me at Manehattan Beach tonight by 8:00, 'kay?"

"Wait, what, why?" She asked.

"Just meet me there, okay?" I told her.

"Silver, just tell me already!" She said.

"See ya!" I said, as I dashed off toward the Equestrian Music Battles. Sweetie Belle decided that she would just stay at the hotel, instead of being there. She wanted to finish up her homework before Monday, and this seemed to be the perfect time.

The moment I arrived, I noticed some of my competition. There were artists like Countess Coloratura, Sapphire Shores, Neon Lights, Lyra Heartstrings, Octavia Philharmonica, and DJ PON-3 a.k.a Vinyl Scratch.

"Hey kid!" Vinyl said, Noticing me in this sky, "I hoped there would be actual competition this year!"

"Quiet down Vinyl!" I whispered, landing next to her, "I don't want other Pop Stars to notice me!"

"Why don't you turn around?" A voice asked me. I turned around. It was the Countess.

"Hi, there Countess Coloratura!" I said, "I didn't notice you there!"

"No need to worry, kid," She said, "Unless you only see me as competition."

"Umm..." I said, "Good luck!"

"Smooth, kid, smooth" Vinyl said. I jabbed her in her side.

"Now I know she was being rude," A voice said, "But jabbing Vinyl in the side is my job."

"Haha, goodbye" I said. I ran off before I had to talk to her. There is no way in Tartarus I would talk to Octavia Philharmonica. I hated her.

"Night Ink! Eeek!" I heard some mares shriek, "Can we get a picture with you?"

"Sure" I said. One of the mares grabbed me and pulled out a camera.

Snap!

The picture was quick, but refreshing to hear some of my fans. I took the picture from the camera, waved it, and signed it with my lucky quill.

"Thank you!" They said.

"You're welcome!" I said.

"Attention , will musicians DJ PON-3, Octavia Philharmonica, and Night Ink, please come backstage?" A Stallion said on the mic. I walked backstage and saw artists like Green Hay, Flank-182, 5 Ponies of Summer, Backstreet Colts, and so much more. There were also artists like Slim Pony, Dr. Mane, and Ponicris.

"Well, well, if it ain't Night Ink," Slim Pony said, noticing me.

"This kid, pfft, I got this in the bag" Dr. Mane said.

"Hey, give him a chance" Calum Hoof, the bassist of 5 Ponies of Summer said.

"Give me a chance?" I said, "Really? I just finished a concert that was sold out two minutes. Everypony fainted."

Everypony looked at me in disbelief.

"Or they all died" A voice said. It was Joe Trotman of Fall Out Colt.

"Hey!" Another voice said. It was Mark Trottus of Flank-182.

"Quiet, old man, he has no chance" Ashtrot Irwin said.

"Hey. my next song is dedicated to you, Asshole!" Slim Pony said, "It goes like this: [CENSORED]"

"What the buck" I said. We all just stared at him in disbelief. Did he just say that? Did he just destroy a member of 5 Ponies of Summer?

"Will Flank-182 please come on stage?" A colt asked over the intercom.

Flank-182 came back after a few minutes... in tears.

"What the heck happened?" I asked.

"It's best to not ask, kid" Slim Pony said. I nodded in agreement.

"WIll Green Hay come up on stage, you're next!" The announcer said.

Another five minutes later, Green Hay came back... looking mad as buck.

"Ponicris" The announcer said.

This time it only took 2 minutes. ANd what I saw was horrifying. Ponicris with fire in his eyes.

"Dr. Mane" The intercom said.

Five minutes later, Dr. Mane had come out with the world's ugliest expression.

"Backstreet Colts" The announcer said. ANd so it went on and on, until it was just me and Slim Pony.

"Hey, kid, whatever happens out there, just buck the mic up, okay?" He said.

"Okay" I said.

"Slim Pony and Night Ink, you're on stage in five" A stallion said, walking backstage.

"What, I didn't sign up for a rap battle!" I said.

"Good luck" Slim said.

We walked out on stage. The crowd was huge.

"Slim, you're first" The judges said. He began singing this song.

After about five minutes I was next. So I began to sing a certain song I wrote when i was mad at my dad.

What did I do?

All I did was did what you told me too

That’s bullshit

I didn’t do anything to you, dick

Don’t go and treat me like that

You’re supposed to be my dad

Not a fag

I love you dad

But you think you can disrespect me

I bet you that you think it’s funny

Well, Fuck you dad

I hate you, ya fag

You treated me like shit

Now Imma call you a bitch

So, Fuck you dad

I hate you, ya fag

You treated me like shit

Now Imma call you a bitch

Hey, dad, how do you like me now

Now that I’m on stage dissin you in front of this crowd?

Ha Ha, you’re getting what you deserve

Sorry dad, but you’re gonna have to sit down and observe

Well, Fuck you dad

I hate you, ya fag

You treated me like shit

Now Imma call you a bitch

So, Fuck you dad

I hate you, ya fag

You treated me like shit

Now Imma call you a bitch

I would never dis you to get recognition, dad

But the way your acting makes me wanna call you a fag

Cause that’s how you're acting

And this is how I’m reacting

Well, Fuck you dad

I hate you, ya fag

You treated me like shit

Now Imma call you a bitch

So, Fuck you dad

I hate you, ya fag

You treated me like shit

Now Imma call you a bitch

"Wow" Simon said, "I vote Silver."

"Same here" Blake said.

"Yep" Harry said.

"The winner is Silver Blast!" The announcer said. I had won.

Author's Note

I hope you caught the name references! Also this may not seem important, but it is. Just wait!