Electro House was getting annoyed. As in very annoyed. Waiting outside a door gets him very annoyed. "They've been in there for hours!" he complained. "What are they!? Bucking?"
"They're creating art!" Loose Animation hissed, giving Electro the look of deth.
"It doesn't take this long to create house stuff like they normally do," Electro argued.
"Speaking of house stuff, why haven't you been writing any?" Loose shot back.
"Because I write stuff with THEM," Electro explained, "and if THEY don't write anything, then I can't write anything!"
"There is logic in what you say..." Loose admitted. "But you can't rush genius!"
"Autotune uses way too much of his namesake and Synth sounds like a text-to-speech simulator," Electro said flatly.
Loose gasped in shock. "You dare insult them!?"
"Hey, just because I work with them does not mean I had to like them," Electro snapped. "Same goes for you, ya flank-kisser."
"I do not kiss flank!" Loose seemed to be a little upset at Electro's comment.
"Yes you do! They could walk out of there and say the most stupid bucking thing in Equestria and you would still compliment them!"
Suddenly, just that happened: Autotune and Dance "Synth" Pop came out from the room they were hiding in. I love the rules of comedy.
"We have finally come up with something!" Autotune announced. "On a side note, buck you Electro."
"How-"
"It's not a very thick door," Synth explained. "And we do have ears. If we didn't, that'd be weird."
"But I have to admit, that flank-kissing thing is kind of true," Autotune admitted.
"Hurtful!" Loose was upset again.
Autotune rolled his eyes and continued talking to Electro: "Anyways, we got stumped and didn't know what to write, so we decided to take a listen to our previous material. And it kind of all sounds the same."
"He's referring mainly to his work," Synth clarified.
"Hey, I'm talking about yours as well," Autotune said. "You're the one who wrote about the Rainbow Factory twice."
"Well..." Synth began, but couldn't think of anything.
"Anywho," Autotune continued, "we decided to try experiment with our music and try a different genre of music."
"Different genre?" Electro echoed, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, I just said that," Autotune nodded. "Don't copy me."
"I won't," Electro said sarcastically. "Now, humour me, what genre did you pick?"
"Gospel," Synth replied.
"I was supposed to say that," Autotune muttered.
"I know," Synth said back with a smile.
There was a little quiet.
"Gospel?" Electro repeated, going back on his promise. "You're... You're going to make a gospel song?"
"No, we're going to make a gospel album," Synth said matter-of-factly.
More silence before Electro broke it. "Y-you can't do that."he told the two artists that weren't Loose. "You just can't."
"We can't experiment?" Synth enquired. "Why can't we?"
"You have firmly established yourselves as house artists!" Electro stated.
"And?" Autotune and Synth asked at the same time.
"And, because of how you've established yourself, they expect you to release HOUSE, not some stupid gospel crap!" Electro said. He sounded angry for some reason.
"While that might be true..." Autotune began.
"Hey, they can write whatever they want!" Loose butted in.
"You see? This is exactly what I mean about him being a flank kisser!" Electro said to Autotune and Synth.
That comment caught Loose a little off guard, even though it was expected. And guess what that made him? "I was just defending them..." he said.
"Mm-hm... But anyways..." Electro said, quickly brushing Loose off. "You two! You... You cannot write gospel music!"
"Hey, I said we're experimenting," Synth reassured Electro. "No need to get your knickers in a twist."
"But you singing gospel is like Vinyl playing jazz!" Electro retorted.
"Oh, you didn't hear about Vinyl releasing a jazz-house album with some kind of alternate universe version of herself?" Autotune asked.
Electro blinked. "What?"
"Yeah, it's not that bad," Synth said. "I especially like their cover of 'Waters Of Nazareth'."
"Really? 'Stop Playing Rock 'N' Roll' is also pretty good," Autotune mused.
"Eh, too smooth for m-"
"I give up!" Electro suddenly shouted, stopping the two artists' pretty pointless conversation. "Write whatever you want, but I'm not taking any part in it!"
And with that, he flew off in a huff, muttering to himself about checking out Vinyl's jazz-house album on iTunes.
"Aw, damn, he was supposed to produce it," Autotune said to nopony in particular.
"'Tis a mighty shame..." Synth agreed. "We also needed him to co-write some stuff."
Autotune thought about that for a few seconds before saying, "I'm still giving a writing credit."
"Yeah, but what about the producer thing?" Synth enquired.
"Um... Buck, didn't think about that..." Autotune murmured. "Hmmm... Hey, Loose, you want to produce an album?"
"I guess I could do that," Loose said.
"Good, we need 27,838 bits," Autotune informed Loose.
"27,838 bits?!" Loose exclaimed.
"Now you're doing it..." Autotune said. That remark was ignored.
"This stuff costs a lot of bits," Synth explained. "You think stuff like this is cheap? And it's not just computers this time; we got get actual ponies on this!"
"I didn't say I wasn't going to do this-" Loose tried to start a sentence.
"Then do it!" Autotune said. "I don't mean to be rude, but if you're going to do this, then do it!"
"Um..."
"Well, enough of that, I guess. C'mon, Synth, let's write this thing!" And with that, Autotune and Synth went back into their writing room and locked the door behind them. Then Synth quickly unlocked it, closed the door, then locked it again.
"...Well, time to go check out my bank account," Loose said, wandering off.
"OK, now for my favorite part of the album," Autotune said sarcastically, sitting down. "The writing process!"
"I adore this part as well," Synth agreed with the same tone.
Autotune nodded and took a moment to think over his song choices. "So, what ideas do you have?" he asked Synth.
"Really? You came into a writing session with no ideas?" Synth sighed.
"I thought you'd have some!" Autotune argued.
Synth sighed and took a sip of the drink she had brought.
"Hey, don't be mad at me!" Autotune snapped.
"I'm not mad at you," Synth sighed, moving her hoof in a circle, "I'm just frustrated. We decide to do a new genre of music and you don't even know what we're writing!"
"You're supposed to write some, too," Autotune reminded his cohort.
"...You got me there," Synth admitted. "Now, onto the actual writing..."
"Right!" Autotune exclaimed. "Um... Let's see..."
"We should probably take a second to think of something," Synth told Autotune.
And so the two did. Eventually, Autotune came to a conclusion.
"Hey, you heard of that album, ...And Fashion For All?" Autotune asked.
"Of course... I'm not a big fan of thrash, but I have heard of it," Synth responded, kind of seeing where this was going. "What are you...?"
"We check the news!" Autotune exclaimed, standing up. "Yes! A bold, new, political direction for us!"
"I thought was an experiment," Synth said.
Autotune sat down. "Right..." he said with a small sigh. "Can we still do this news thing?"
"Do we have to watch PNN?" Synth asked back.
"No..."
"Fine. We'll do this, but no overly political stuff," Synth said with a nod. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna get a few newspapers." And with that, she got up and went for the door. "And you better now drink my Moonlit Dew while I'm gone!"
"Don't worry, I won't!" Autotune reassured Synth, laughing a little.
Synth was skeptical, but it wasn't a very big deal, so she left to go fetch some newspaper.
While she was gone, Autotune scribbled down a couple of ideas on a sheet paper. These included "Random romance song", "Coffee maker?", "Something about Luna", "Something about Celestia to balance it out" and "Rainbow Factory remake!". About an hour later, Autotune had written on nearly half the sheets of paper the had brought. Synth also came back then, with a stack of newspaper on her back.
"Coming up with ideas without me, eh?" Synth enquired in a teasing manner.
"Hey, I can come up with ideas on my own!" Autotune said definsievly.
"I know you can," Synth chuckled, putting the newspapers on the table and sitting down. "But I thought we were writing this thing together."
"We are! It's just..." Autotuned tried to explain.
"Hey, look, I'm kidding," Synth told Autotune.
"I know you are," Autotune admitted.
Synth gave Autotune the "Oh you!" face and picked up a newspaper. "So, what are we gonna write first?"
"You already asked that question," Autotune said, "and I think we should write the single first, then write the album filler."
"Why can't we just write an album?" Synth wondered aloud.
"Because ponies will hear the song, love it and then buy the album with the intent of listenting to the one song," Autotune explained.
"So, basically, we only have to put effort into about.. 8.3% of the album," Synth said.
"I guess," Autotune shrugged. "So, what should we call it?"
Synth leaned back in her chair, but then came up with it. "'(I) Wanna Remember You'," she said. "Every album needs a generic love song and this will be it."
"Why's it called 'I Wanna Remember You'?" Autotune asked.
"No, no, no, it's pronounced '(I)'," Synth corrected Autotune.
"'(I)'?", Autotune repeated.
"I swear, there's an echo in here," Synth muttered, getting down to writing.
"You never answered my... Eh, whatever." Autotune was about to ask something, but quickly forgot about it and got down to writing.
So they got down to writing... For about ten minutes.
"What have you written?" Synth enquired, shuffling her papers so they were straight.
"A three note loop we can abuse to death," was Autotune's reply. "You?"
"Two verses and a chorus we can loop," was Synth's reply.
"One song down!" Autotune proclaimed, slamming a hoof down on the table. "And we acted like it was hard to write music!"
"We still have 11 other songs to write," Synth reminded her cohort.
"Yeah, but at the rate we wrote this...!" Autotune said.
"There is the potential that we could write the entire album here," Synth sighed, "but we still have to record the songs... And, maybe, just maybe, we should put actual effort into the filler."
"Effort?!" Autotune exclaimed. "But I just said that we shouldn't!"
"No... You didn't," Synth said.
"I didn't?"
"No, you did not," Synth told Autotune. "Anyways, I think we should write at least two more. We don't want to strain ourselves, right?"
"Right..." Autotune mumbled.
"Anywho, let's see what these newspapers hold," Synth said before picking up a newspaper.
The colt opposite from her shrugged and picked up his own newspaper.
"'Plumber Goes To Space'... 'Memory Improvement Proven To Be Scam'..." Autotune read to herself. "'Molestia Turns Out To Be A Clone'... 'Lyra Continues To Believe Conspiracy Theories'... 'Monkey Plays For Mad Cash'... 'Alternate Universe Found, Twilight A Pegasus'?"
"That sounds interestingly stupid," Synth commented, still looking at her paper.
"And like something we would write," Autotune added.
"Exactly," Synth nodded. "Hey, here's something I found." She cleared her throat and read, "'Language Barrier Prevents Stallion For Ordering At McDonald's'!"
"Ooo! We could also write about that!" Autotune said happily. "What languages did he speak?"
"...Spanish and Latin," Synth replied, reading off the paper.
"So a retarded Sun King?" Autotune offered.
"Pretty much..." Synth said, throwing away the paper. "Let's get down to writing these..."
"Actually, I was thinking I could write my own song," Autotune said, it eventually devolving into a mumble.
"So you really wanna write without me?" Synth gasped in shock, putting a hoof to her chest.
"It's just a suggestion!" Autotune exclaimed, putting her own hooves up.
"Dude, calm down..." Synth said boredly. "I'm not gonna kill you over it."
"Oh thank Faust!" Autotune sighed.
"However..." Synth continued.
Autotune blinked. He didn't know where this was going.
"I want to write my own song since I really never," Synth went on. "We can collab on the rest, but I want to write one."
"Why do you get to write your one?" Autotune whined.
"Again, I never really write my own," Synth repeated herself. "I'm always collabing with somepony. Let me have this."
"Alright..." Autotune grumbled. "But you have to let me have your Moonlit Dew!"
"I have no problem with that; I just realized this stuff sucks," Synth said, hoofing it over to Autotune.
"Thanks," Autotune said. He grabbed it and took a big swig.
"Your poison," Synth commented, getting down to her writing.
