In The Night

Nice to see you here again, it really is. Since you made it this far I might as well fill you in on some things that are probably on you mind. First, however, I’m going to fill you in on last night. Holy moly, where to start? I guess I’ll start from when the night actually began; it was a fun night, so don’t die just yet, if you’re not already bleeding out.

It all began at 7:00 PM, Eastern Equestria, Manehattan. My friend, Cloudchaser, invited me to this all night “bash” as she called it. I haven’t been out in a while so I decided to tag along, couldn’t be that bad, but by the way she was dressed, heh, that gave me a different perspective. Her hair was the same, all windy and stylish looking so no surprise there. She smelled nice, too. I can still remember it, like a freshly made rainbow, mmmm. I felt like eating her up, good thing I’m sane… mostly.

Her apparel made me a little antsy, though; felt like I was going to a strip club, yeah, a strip club. They don’t have too many of those, but wherever they do, it’s as packed as the lines for the Apples’ cider. Always so loud, crazy music, crazy ponies dancing like puppets, banging their heads to the beat of the drums and ‘bass’ I think, not too familiar with that kind of stuff.

But back to the night, and as it turned out, it wasn’t a strip club. It was a rave, which is pretty much the same thing, except with more ponies. Not too much ‘crazy’ ponies, though. Strips usually have the worst of them. Anyways, back to what I was saying.

The place was filled with 'awe'; lights were flashing and moving across the crowds, thousands of ponies jumping and clapping to the beats, their screeching voices for somepony named “Vinyl.” I saw posters of her the past week while walking the streets, she looks nice enough, but nothing is ever as it seems.

I remember when she first came up to the stage, ho, they were going crazy. “Vinyl”, being screamed by all. They say she can tell, out of the thousands of us, who’s new there. I don’t believe that though. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time but that just seemed ludacris.

She finally got to the podium, all was silent. She raised a hoof to take off her glasses, she looked amongst the crowds whom all had their eyes on her. Cloudchaser looked like she was about to die from anticipation, with a smile.

Vinyl looked disappointed a little, and then she looked at me; Pointed a hoof to me, lights were on me, eyes were on me, I felt like collapsing in on myself, obliteration was all what was in my mind. Cloudchaser nudged me; there was a row in front of me leading to the stage. I had to walk up to Vinyl. I felt like I was walking right into the jaws of death, the eyes of all the taken upon me; the light, giving me my last vestiges of hope.

I arrived to her; she had me face the crowd. She observed me, with great interest, like she was gazing upon the heavens. She looked into my eyes, I looked into hers; her eyes, gazing into my very being, looking upon all my memories. What felt like hours, was only a few minutes. I was in a daze, facing thousands of ponies, all of which seemed to only be focused on me.

Vinyl turned back to the crowd and looked upon them, as if searching for an answer, her gaze placed in a familiar direction. Now, all the while looking she was looking at me, she walked over to her set, the crowd gave a sudden gasp, as if shocked. She got her glasses, purple shades with a glistening white frame, and put them upon her face.

She then walked back to me, giving me a slightly different look. She was now back in front of me, she took off her glasses, looking at them as if looking into a deep pool of faces; faces who had once looked upon her glasses as an idol. She kissed them, short, but as if kissing away a fallen one to the next realm of life. She looked up at me, beaming once again into my eyes. She slowly, carefully, passionately, and… a little sorrowfully put her glasses upon my face. She looked at me as if I were her own, unique creation.

She came up to me, whispered into my ear “Do you like them?” I didn’t nod, nor did I shake, yet it was like she still got her answer. She whispered “Thanks.” With that she took hold of my face, and kissed my lips. The crowd roared with excitement. Vinyl then hugged me as if she never hugged anyone in her life, kissing me as if I was somepony from her dreams. And as if I had answered her dreams with my lone appearance. What felt like all night had only lasted a couple seconds.

Vinyl yanked herself away from me, looked at my face one last time and tossed me into the crowd, only to be caught by the spectators. They put me back with Cloudchaser, who looked like she was crying from sheer awe. The music began, the excitement had maximized, the voices had reached their loudest, and the party had begun.

Vinyl, I remember, said something to me as she let me go into the crowd, but I couldn’t here over the screams. It seemed like she meant it, though. When she let me go I looked into her eyes… and I could swear, I saw a glisten. I don’t know what she saw in me, but I’m glad she saw it. I never felt so special in my life.

We danced, laughed, and had fun until the early dawn. As Cloudchaser and I left, we were cheered at; we were praised sort of. Everypony came up to us as if we had been friends since the beginning of time; patting us on the back, caressing our manes  with their hooves, dragging their hooves along out bodies. Like if they just touched us, they would instantly be enlightened, uplifted with the knowledge and as if their prayers would be answered.

When we finally reached the outside, all who were inside and outside gave us one final cheer; making way for us as we walked by. I felt like I was a god. With every wave I gave, the ponies would cheer at me as if I had just slain an ancient of our world, as if I had just saved Equestria.

As I turned and walked away with Cloudchaser we could still hear their screams, echoing throughout the streets, resonating throughout the early dawn. Those who used alarm clocks wouldn’t need them this early day; however, the screams sounded a little different now.

When I finally got home, Cloudchaser bided me a goodbye. She gave me a hug and with a twinkle in her eye said “thanks for coming.” I shook my head no. I thanked her for inviting me; she only blushed and flew away. I opened my door, sat down on my couch, turned on the TV and watched the news. I knew there was something different with those howls in the early dawn.

Just minutes ago on the streets of “Celestial Blvd.” and “Aquarian St.” the famous DJ, Vinyl Scratch, has been shot multiple times in the midst of her fans and instantly fell unconscious. The lone gun Colt was quickly tackled by the DJ’s fans, but his name is still unknown. Paramedics arrived within mere seconds of the incident. Her current status remains unknown, but the paramedics only said that it’s not looking well.

Here is an Eye Witness of the incident that happened only minutes ago. “I-I can’t t-tel’ ya’ what it was like. I was Wa-walken ri’ beside my fren’ n’, n’ I heard sum shots, n’ tha crowd, tha crowd went hectic! People… crowden’ all aroun’ the gunner, n’ all aroun’ V-Vinyl. E-everyone was yellen’ n’ scremen’. Vinyl was yellen’ fur someponeh, too. She was yellen’ “Where is she? I need to tell her something! WHERE IS THAT MARE!? I NEED HER! PLEASE, SOMEPONY FIND HER! SHE’S IMPORTANT; IT’S IMPORTANT!” n’ we all started tellen’ her where that one mare went, but a-as soon as she turned her head, BANG! Sh- she got shot n’ she fell straight to the ground, n’ she was lo-losin’ a lot uh blood. Oh muh-my Celesta I-I hope she’s okay.”

And from the looks of it, if Vinyl Scratch dies, it’s going to be a sad day indeed for all party goers and ravers. Updates are to come ahead, and until then, this is EQDN, Equestrian Daily News.

I… I… I’m speechless. I can’t think of anything to say. Other than feel remorse, regrets, melancholy, and woe. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep; knowing somepony was looking for me, trying to tell me something. Why did I have to leave? I should have stayed and thanked her for her glasses. I just realized I haven’t taken them off. I don’t want to. I feel safe with them on.

I tried to take a shower, but I couldn't. I just stood there, still, listening to the falling water against my coat; feeling as if every drop is a tear from her eyes. I got out and put her glasses back on. I tried to eat some food, but I didn’t feel like moving; I didn't feel hungry.  I walked up to my room, I felt like I was carrying the whole world. I got into bed and lied there, thinking of the night.

It was just supposed to be me and me. I just had to give it a chance. I hope she’s okay, I hope I can see her. I need to see her. I need to get up, but I can’t get up. They’re holding me down. The glasses are heavy. Is this why she gave them to me? Because she can’t take the burden anymore? Maybe she was supposed to be shot. Maybe this is fate. But what is my fate with theses glasses?

Why am I thinking this? I shouldn't be thinking this. I’m not a cruel Pony. This isn't fate. This is just another night; a night out of the many others. But no, this night was special. This night what the night I actually went out and had fun; the night I had fun with Cloudchaser. The night I got to go to a rave, her rave; the famous Vinyl’s rave. The night I got her glasses; the glasses I’m still wearing.

I’ll never forget that night; it was the best night of my life. This… this is what… happens In The Night.