Playing With My Heart: How I Fell in Love With DJ PON 3

The concert was in full swing, and as much fun as I was having with Vinyl, I couldn’t stop thinking about the three humanoid teenagers who were working on the bass booster cannon. I did my best to try and ignore it, and it seemed to be working, for a while. While I was trying to ignore the Siren party-poopers, I did get to show off my mad drumming skills!

“As you guys know. I brought a guest with me today. BPM is a really gifted drummer, and he’s gonna show you his stuff. ARE YOU READY TO SEE WHAT THIS STALLION HAS TO OFFER!” Vinyl says, riling up the crowd, starting a chant of “BPM! BPM, BPM!” I really enjoyed that. Vinyl took out her keyboard and played a simple melody, and I began drumming up a storm like my life depended on it. What is really interesting is that this melodic progression is in 5/4 time, which is REALLY hard to play for novices. I have to admit that I screwed it up a bit at first, but I don’t think anypony in the audience noticed.

I have an idea: “Vinyl, you see that song that I put on your DAW from Earth? It’s really cool. Could we do it next?” I say through my mic to her, to which Vinyl nods her head. After this quick demonstration, Vinyl pushes a button on her DJ table and a song starts playing. Now, what song did my marefriend play that the papers would later describe as her magnum opus? “In the Air Tonight” by Phil Collins. Now, nopony in Equestria knows that this is a real song back on Earth, and also happens to be one of my favorites, for its AWESOME drum solo.

A sea of glowsticks was being waved in the amphitheatre, and the bass booster cannon seemed to be magically enhancing the glowsticks, causing them to change colors in an act of technicolor wizardry.

Finally, the moment arrived, and I got to do the epic Phil Collins drum solo. The crowd went WILD. They had never seen anything like it, and Vinyl and I were soaking it all in. The concert wasn’t even close to over, and I was soaring like a kite (even though I was at the drumset). For the next few hours, we covered everything in Vinyl’s repertoire, as well as a few of my own original club bangers. While I did not partake of any booze at the concert, I could smell cider from every direction, and I am pretty sure some stallions got into a fight in the back of the ampitheatre. Probably drunken nonsense?

It got so bad that we actually had to pause the concert for a while to call the security pegasi to deal with the situation.

“EVERYPONY PLEASE REMAIN CALM! PRIVATE SECURITY IS GOING TO DEAL WITH THIS IMMEDIATELY!” Vinyl says loudly into her microphone as the crowd stops dancing to see that a rather annoying drunken fight was taking place, and ponies were beating each other to a pulp. Within five minutes or so, the security corps and the Elements of Harmony were on the scene to try and mitigate the situation.

“Well, I am sorry your tour got interrupted by a drunken fight,” I say to Vinyl as we wait for the Mane 6 and security to deal with the situation.

“It could be worse, Rhythmia, like, a lot worse. Once, a changeling army raided the stage, and I had to leave the stadium mid-show. At least with this, we can get back to it in a few minutes.” Vinyl says, recollecting about that one weird concert in Applepalooza a few weeks before her coltfriend showed up in Equestria.

I see a buttery yellow pegasus fly onto the stage and tap me gently on the shoulder. “Um...Mister BPM. I’m Fluttershy. The rest of my friends sent me to tell you that you and Vinyl can continue your concert. We dealt with the drunk ponies.” Fluttershy says, amazed at how big the stage is.

“Okay, that’s great. Vinyl is on the UniPhone with her agent dealing with the PR nightmare this is going to cause. We will get started in a few minutes, okay? Thanks for letting us know, Fluttershy.” I say, giving her a hoof five. She flies back towards the audience and I debrief Vinyl on the situation once she gets off the phone.

“Yeah, that sounds about right. I kind of know Fluttershy, and she is quite level-headed. It makes sense that the other Elements sent her up here to let us know what to do next. Frankly, the concert has been going on for three hours, and I say we should just cancel and go prepare for the next one in three days.” Vinyl says sternly, grabbing the microphone from her DJ booth.

“Alright everypony. I have some sad news. We have to end the concert a bit early. I know this is sad, but I was advised by security personnel to return to my hotel room, in case any more fighting breaks out again. I love performing, and I wanted to continue, but everypony’s safety is of the utmost priority. Thanks, and have a great night.” Vinyl says, dropping the mic on the floor. It’s not like the concert got cancelled at the last minute or anything, and the audience got a good three hours of clubbing experience, but they DID pay for six hours…

Thankfully, the audience for the most part was rather understanding about this and left the amphitheatre in an orderly fashion. I gathered my few key things and waited for Vinyl to do the same.

“Uhh, now would be a good time to teleport yourself out of here, honey. I think the few lingering fans might not take this to hoof.” I say, to which Vinyl teleports herself back to her hotel room.

“You forgot to teleport me!” I say, realizing that she didn’t hear me and I was left by myself, with a few drunken ponies who had nothing else to do but cause a commotion. The Mane 6 and Princess Luna already left, so if hay hits the fan, I am on my own. I am REALLY happy I didn’t drink anything before the show, and I took off quickly to avoid detection, since some of the rabble-rousers were pegasi, and could have chased me in the air for no reason.

How right I was. Two drunk pegasi stallions saw me and took off in my general direction, hoping to grab my attention.

“Hey, BPM guy. You SUCKED! Why would a hot mare like Vinyl want to tour with a dumb colt like you!” They said naggingly, clearly drunk and flying off course. I really didn’t want to interact with them, and I was too tired to Sonic Crescendo my way out of this.

“Look, you two fine stallions are obviously inebriated. Please land, since flying over the .08 alcohol limit is a felony, and we can all sort this out like civilized colts, okay?” I say, trying to be diplomatic. In a normal world, this would have worked. If I was with Vinyl, this would have worked. If I was with ANY of the Mane 6, this would have worked. It didn’t work for me by myself.

“Well, We think that you and Vinyl have been fooling around, and you aren’t good enough for her!” One drunk pegasus said, flying towards my hotel and breaking the window of the penthouse, and dragging Vinyl out by the mane.

“If you love her so much, you won’t care if we get to play with her instruments.” The other colt says, laughing his flank off. “Yeah, we're WONDERBOLTS. We can do anything with a mare and get away with it!”

I am so mad. I am REALLY mad. I begin to fly around both drunken stallions extremely quickly, tempted to breach the sound barrier, but I choose not to because it could potentially hurt my marefriend. I see both of the stallions try and do something terrible to Vinyl, and I plow into them at full speed, knocking them both to the ground.

“RHYTHMIA!!!” Vinyl says, falling to the ground quickly. Without even thinking, I dive down and grab Vinyl only a few meters before hitting the ground. I could have sworn that she threw up a bit in her mouth from being tossed around like that by two drunk Wonderbolts.

“Hey...sorry about that,” I say, feeling horrible that something like this could happen to my marefriend, and that I wasn’t more careful in watching her.

“It’s not your fault. I should have hired better security that stays a few minutes after everypony leaves.” Vinyl says as I gently lower her to the ground, placing her on her hooves.

“Well. Somepony is the MVP tonight, and it isn’t me.” Vinyl says, quickly trying to seduce me for saving her.
“You know who’s tuning instruments tonight? Not those drunken horse apples!” Vinyl says, teleporting the two of us back to the penthouse.

“Before we do any of that. I need a shower, okay?”

“I’ll be waiting, little drummer colt.” She says coyly, making me blush.