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

My word! Vinyl knows how to tune instruments, alright! I don’t know how she does it, but I feel like a stallion when it is all over. Bonus points for saving my marefriend from two drunk Wonderbolts!

“So, you liked that, Rhythmia?” Vinyl says, stroking a hoof down my chest, sending shivers down my spine.

“Uhh...yeah. Keep it up and I won’t be able to walk Scratchie. Like, seriously!” I say, just trying to sleep.

“Okay...How about a wing massage? I know you like those.” Vinyl says as she begins massaging my wings with magic.

“Ahh, this is nice. My muscles are so sore from the concert and from kicking some drunken pegasi flank.” I say as Vinyl works her magic (literally), soothing my broken body from a day of a lot of random stuff.

After a few minutes of this, I turn around and give Vinyl the biggest hug that I can give her.

“Aww, what’s this about? Enjoy the concert, or the instrument tuning?” Vinyl says, cooing.

“It’s actually not about any of that. I just wanted to say thank you for being my friend. I mean, yeah. The music is nice, the instrument tuning is a bonus, but I just like having somepony to keep me company. I was so alone on my planet…” I say, making my hug even tighter. “I am doing something I love with somepony that I love. Isn’t that the best I could ask for?”

Vinyl starts to cry. “I...I didn’t know I meant so much to you! I mean, I know that you think I am cute and smart, but this is something else. I love you too, Rhythmia!” Vinyl says, giving me a kiss on my forehead.

“Sometimes, you are right. I want to change keys on our instruments right now, but getting a good night’s sleep isn’t the worst idea, either. Good night!” Vinyl says, using her magic to turn the lights out in our penthouse. Holding my marefriend tightly, I go to sleep at ease, feeling better than I have ever felt in my life.

THE NEXT MORNING

I wake up feeling quite refreshed, especially after the crazy concert that we had last night, and the fight.
“Morning, Rhythmia! I ordered room service! We got free credit for breakfast since those stupid horseapples tried to mess with me and they broke the window. I ordered pancakes!” Vinyl says, using her magic to turn my head to the GIANT stack of pancakes that the Manehattan hotel sent up to our suite.

“Oh my, I don’t know if the two of us could even eat all of these!” I say, a bit shocked at how many pancakes the hotel made and brought up.

“Don’t be so foalish! We can pack the leftovers up for the road. We are leaving en route to Applepalooza at 12:00 pm. It’s a six-hour train ride, so you better find something to read or make a new remix!” Vinyl says as I get two plates and cutlery for us, so we can eat these pancakes. Vinyl knows me much better than before. She ordered mine with blueberries and hers with chocolate chips! The service I get here, damn!

“Bon Appetit, my little drummer colt,” Vinyl says lovingly, taking a massive bite of her pancake as I try to cut my pancakes into more manageable pieces to eat. Since getting ponified, I find that the amount of food that I can bite at once is a little bit less. My jaw is smaller. At least this helps with portion sizing!

Some fifteen minutes passed, and we both ate our fill of pancakes and packaged the rest of them in Ziploc bags. It is now 9:15 am. The question still remains. What are we to do for the next three hours or so before going back to the train station?

Right! I didn’t tell Vinyl about the Sirens working on their mind control device!

“Um, Vinyl, just before the concert went crazy, I saw something weird in the audience unrelated to the audience brawl.

“Hmm, what did you see-” Vinyl asks me before her UniPhone goes off.

“Sorry, it’s Princess Twilight. One minute.” Vinyl says, activating her horn.

I zone out a bit as Vinyl talks to the Princess of Friendship. I don’t particularly care what the two of them are discussing, but I pretend like I know what they are talking about. This conversation takes up a fair amount of time, and some thirty minutes later, she gets off her horn.

“So, what was that about? Are we going to be late for the train?” I ask inquisitively.

“Nothing too serious. She just briefed me about the fight that happened last night and told me her office will pay for the damages, so we don’t have to deal with any expenses.” She says a bit relieved that we don’t have to pay for the damage caused to the amphitheatre.

“Okay, that’s a relief, right? Anyways, while you and Twilight were on the UniPhone, I packed up our stuff so we could get to the train station.” I say, dragging our suitcases to the front door of the suite.

Vinyl seems touched by this. “Aww, how sweet! I have a good feeling that I picked the right stallion this time!” Vinyl says, using her magic to quickly verify that all the appropriate contents were packed away in our suitcases. Thankfully, I did a good job, and everything is where it is supposed to be.

I check my watch and see that it is close to 10:00 am. Not a bit deal. We have two hours to get to Manehattan Central Station.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you the thing. You got interrupted by the UniPhone! Right before the drunken fight started, I could have sworn that I saw three humans messing with some sort of sound equipment. At least, they would be humans, if they were not technicolor like everyone else in this universe.

“Wait, really? Could those three be the Dazzlings? I mean, I have never actually seen them, so I don’t know for sure.” Vinyl says, a bit worried about our next concert in two days’ time.

“I mean, probably, but I don’t know for sure. I have only lived in Equestria for two months or so. I don’t know what these threats look like. Next time you get a call on the UniPhone, be sure to mention what I saw, okay? Now, let’s go to the train station. It takes a while to buy tickets and stuff, and even more time to load our stuff onto the train!” I say, to which Vinyl nods in agreement. We make our way out of the penthouse and check out rather quickly.

“We apologize for the breaking and entering you experienced last night, Vinyl Scratch.” The servicepony at the front desk says.

“It’s not your fault. Really!”

“But...our credit rating...We could lose our five hoof status…”

“I said it’s fine. It’s not your fault two drunk pegasi flew up to the penthouse and tried to abduct me. It’s their fault. I am sure Manehattan PD will take care of things.” Vinyl says, signing a legal document and giving it to the servicepony at the front desk.

“I am glad you are not pressing charges or suing us, DJ. Anyways, hope you and BPM enjoy your tour!” The servicepony says, as we leave the hotel with our luggage.

“Well, I understand the concert the hotel has about liability. Having a celebrity being almost foalnapped at their hotel will certainty tarnish their reputation.” I say, trying to play devil’s advocate for a bit.

“Honestly, I’ve seen worse. Here’s what we are going to do. We are going to buy our train tickets, get on the train, and come up with a plan for the Applepalooza concert. If these sirens show up, we need to be ready, okay, Rhythmia?”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. At least I know where the train station is, now!” I say, hovering a bit in excitement for our tour, while also not ditching my marefriend. After getting all four hooves back on the floor, we finally make it to the Manehattan Central Station, and we buy our tickets. With the platinum “ADMIT ONE” tickets in each of our hooves, we make our way to the second platform and board the train.

“Hello! Where are you two heading today?” The conductor pony says, stamping our tickets with a blotter.

“Applepalooza, ma’am,” I say to the conductor.

“Okay. Find your seats, and I’ll deal with the luggage. You did buy platinum tickets, so that gives you a helping hoof!” The earth pony conductor says, giving us a small slip of paper.

“This is your luggage number. Hold onto it until you get to your stop and I will find your bags. Okay? Enjoy the ride!” The conductor says, pointing a hoof towards an empty car. We walk to the empty car and set ourselves up. I am happy I grabbed my bag with both of our DAWs before. I care most about that getting lost since there is important data on there.

“Six hours on the train, huh? I told you about Earth on the last train ride, so tell me about your foalhood.” I ask as the wheels of the train begin turning, leaving the metropolis of Manehattan en route to Applepalooza.