Hoofman was sitting alone at his house, watching Metallicolt again, their most recent albums were not the greatest, but still good. When Sam ran in and turned off the TV. “What was that for?” Hoofman said.

“You know Noise Records?” Sam said enthusiastically,”They’re releasing the album soon!”

Hoofman was excited,”We need to tell the others about this!”

They booked the normal studio. They requested everypony be there. When the day arrived Hoofman and Sam got there first, they sat and waited.

Soon, Dider trotted in, followed by an enthusiastic ZP, Vadim, and finally, Diccon limped in, appearing to be in more pain than ever. Hoofman reminded himself to take Diccon to a doctor.

“What’s the news?” ZP said.

“Yeah! What is it!?” Diccon shouted.

Vadim and Didier listened.

“Noise Records has agreed to publish Valley of the Damned!” Hoofman said.

“Damn awesome!” ZP said.

“Also, Diccon, we’re taking you to a doctor,” Hoofman said.

Diccon went pale, he hated doctors.

“Come on, Sam, you keep PonyHeart in control,” Hoofman said.

Hoofman called a taxi, and ordered it to take Diccon and himself to a hospital. When they arrived, Hoofman checked Diccon in, and they laid, Diccon getting paler by the minute. When Diccon’s name was finally called, Hoofman escorted him up, as he seemed like he wouldn’t move himself, and laid down again.

An hour later, and Hoofman was getting anxious, when finally, the nurse called him back.

“He seems to have a tendon problem with his right hind leg,”

“Figures,” Hoofman mumbled.

“That’s not all, we’re going to have to fix the problem, after the fact, he won’t be able to stand for too long for 6 months.”

Now Hoofman grew pale, they’d need a new bassist now.

“Feel free to replace me, after all, I won’t be much use when you promote Valley of the Damned with a tour.”

Hoofman agreed, and the nurse told him to leave, as Diccon would be staying at the hospital for a while.

Hoofman finally went back to the studio, he found PonyHeart sitting amongst themselves, playing some games of chess.

“Checkmate,” Didier said to Sam, smugly.

“I’ve won the last few games, be less smug,” Sam retorted.

“Everypony,” Hoofman said, jumping onto an amp,”Diccon has a tendon problem, we need a new bassist.”

“We’re not going on tour, in like 4 months right?” Sam said.

“Depends how quick we find a bassist,” Hoofman said.

“I’ve just gotten a message from Noise Records,” Vadim said, fiddling with the computer,”they are unable to publish Valley of the Damned.”

Hoofman sank to the floor, head in his hooves,”We’ll get somewhere someday!”

Vadim got up and comforted him,”First off, let’s find why.”

“Very well, hey, where’d ZP go?”

“Back home, evidently, Chess is not good enough for him,” Sam snarked.

While Hoofman and the rest went back home, Vadim agreed to figure out why Noise Records couldn’t publish the album. Hoofman sulked around his house, how would PonyHeart get known without an album to get known from? He was feeling down when he got a letter from Vadim.

“Hoofman, I found out why, after precisely 7 minutes of looking up bands, because there’s nothing wrong with Valley of the Damned inherently, I found out that another band already has the name PonyHeart, so I think to publish the album, we need a name change.”

“Great news!” Hoofman said, he began brainstorming names.When he got an idea.”I got an idea!” He shouted, Sam walked in the room due to this commotion.

“What?” He stated.

“We’ll call the band StallionForce instead!”

Hoofman sent a letter to Noise Records, it stated that they were changing their name to StallionForce to avoid copyright infringement. Noise Records agreed.

A month later, the band now called StallionForce got their album published, there was much rejoicing. They had an album.

“We need a tour!” Hoofman said.

“Hate to burst your bubble,” Vadim said,”we don’t have a bassist.”

Hoofman sent an ad out, requesting a new bassist, they got one, a pony by the name of Adrian Lambert answered their call. He arrived in Hong Trot and brohoofed with everypony there. He was an earth pony, his coat was dark blue and he had a long dirty-blonde mane, as well as a goatee. He had on his back a black bass. He mentioned that he was from England and was willing to play. StallionForce now could go on tour.

Author's Note

Woohoo! Shortest chapter ever! And it took a week to upload!

Sorry, I had a massive school project followed by writer’s block, so that’s why it took so long to upload.

So, Valley of the Damned is now released, I’ll be giving this fic a pony boost soon. Also, the reason Diccon had to leave in the fic is actually real, he had to leave because of a tendon problem.

The lineup now consists of
Guitarist/Rhythm Guitarist Hoofman Li
Guitarist/Rhythm Guitarist Sam Trotman
Drummer Didier Almounzi
Vocalist ZP Theart
Bassist Adrian Lambert
And Keyboardist Vadim Pruzhanov

And after every album’s released I’ll give a timeframe for, in 2002 we have these major events in music:
Onerepublic is formed
Silversun Pickups is formed
and we have the infamous Creed concert that was spearheaded by Scott Staplin forgetting several lyrics and even lying down on the floor of the stage.

At this point, my author’s note is almost as long as the chapter, so I’ll cut it here. Enjoy everypony!

((BTW, the Metallicolt albums Hoofman Li thought were unlike the band but still liked are Load and ReLoad.))