I’m in my main club, spinning up one of my favourite songs, and the crowd is going wild beneath me. I got an energy drink sitting on a table behind me, waiting for me to get tired, and need an energy boost.

I step down from my DJ podium, and walk into the breakroom, energy drink in hand. I can hear the announcer shouting into the mike, “And that, everypony, is DJ Pon3!! She’ll be right back, just gotta take a break!” I silently laugh to myself. In some clubs, the clubbers might get a little awry when the DJ steps off stage. Got to handle them carefully, like a bomb that might go off at any second.

I walk into the breakroom, and flop into a padded chair, just waiting for me to sit on it. I look at the clock on the wall, It’s 9 pm. Tavi’s probably asleep by now. I sip on my energy drink, savoring the taste, the raw energy in it.

“You come here a lot?” A male voice asks.

I jump. No one, except for the ‘musical talent’ Is allowed back here. My eyes fly open, to be greeted by a largish stallion, also sitting on one of the cushioned chairs. He’s big, slightly larger than I am. He’s a pegasus. He is a dark green, and his mane is purple, with the tips died a neon blue. My neon blue. It’s spiked forward, so that it almost hangs over one of his eyes (which are a really bright blue), but its brushed away from the other side of his head, so I can see the expensive pair of headphones hanging around his neck.

I take off my purple glasses, look him in the eye, and ask, “Who the fuck are you, and why the fuck are you in my room?”

“I’m Renegade Bass, And my brother, who should be here soon, is Harmonious Synth. And this Isn’t your room, Its the break room for the musical talent, which includes me and my brother. We’re going to be DJing with you to night”

No. This is not happening. I am emperor here. I rule this club, I rule it alone. Without wannabes playing with me. I can’t believe the manager just did this. “Aw, fuck no. I play alone, with no one!” I say to him.

“Trust me, you’ll love us. We are a great duo of producers”

That grabs my attention. “You produce your own songs?” I only do mixes of other ponies songs.

“Yep. 100% original. Jealous?”

“No!” I lie. “But fine. You can play with me, because you must have some skill if you produce your own songs” and you are one of the best looking stallions I’ve ever met, but I don’t say that part out loud. Holy shit. I have to mentally push my eyes so they stop staring at him.

“Wonderful! My bro should be here any minute. He absolutely loves some of the mixes you’ve done” He grabs an energy drink out of the minifridge. My minifridge. But not really mine. I’ve gotten so used to being the lone DJ, I consider everything in this room to be mine. I can feel my eyes being dragged back to him, almost as if he’s a magnet and my eyes are tiny pieces of metal. He’s watching the door, checking his watch, and going back to watching the door. I take in his form, the slightly prominent muscles that ripple under his skin whenever he moves. My thoughts (and my eyes) are interrupted by the door opening. A small stallion walks in, slightly nervous looking.

“Hey bro, been watin for ya!” Renegade Bass says. The newcomer must be Harmonious Synth. The two ponies I’ll be playing with.

Harmonious Synth is a smaller stallion, maybe a few inches shorter than I am. He’s a dark orange, a slightly uncommon color. His mane is medium length, and he doesn't have it styled or anything., and it’s a bright yellow, with the tips dyed yellow. He looks around the room, and his eyes are a dazzling emerald green. But then I notice something. No wings. He’s an earth pony. “I thought you two were brothers?” I ask.

Synth looks up at me. “No, we’re not” He has a soft voice, as though he were slightly afraid of me.

Bass speaks up “We’re not blood brothers, we just grew up on the streets together. I trust him more than anyone. Ain't that right, Synth?” He ruffles the smaller stallions mane.

“Yep. Since I was the small one, he always protected me from anything that might hurt me” with that, he punches Bass in the shoulder, actually causing him to stumble.

“Knock it off, you” Bass says, and playfully hits him in the shoulder.

I’m getting annoyed. Both of them are very unprofessional. “We gonna get this show on the road, or not?”

Bass speaks up. “Yeah, yeah, we’re coming”

We walk out, back up on stage, greeted by enthusiastic cheering. I slip my shades over my eyes, so I’m not blinded. I look behind me, to see how the other two are doing with the lights. Renegade Bass has to shield his eyes with his arm, But Harmonious Synth just blinks once, and then continues walking. I take my place behind my laptop, while Bass and Synth get to work on setting their equipment up. Bass sets up his own laptop, wires it into the speaker system, and adds two of his own subwoofers into the mix. And they are huge. Each must be at least three feet across. Synth sets up a turntable, and wires it into Bass’ laptop.

“Ready?” I ask them. They nod and give me a thumbs up. I get the original song I was playing up, waiting to see what they do with it. What they do blows me away. I think they completely changed what subgenre it belongs to.

The song is over, and I’m blown away by what they did with it. On my own, I would have a hard time replicating that.

I set a new song up, which is much like the last one, and this time, I start throwing in some of my own stuff into it. The song ends up deteriorating quick, so I kill the song.

The night wears on like this, until it’s about five in the morning. I pack up my gear and start to head home.

Harmonious Synth catches me before I walk out the door. “Will we ever get to DJ together again?” He asks me.

I’m tired, so I can’t effectively filter my thoughts. Tavi has always told me thats a major weakness of mine. “I don’t know. You two completely threw off how I played, but it was fun. And I wouldn’t mind seeing your brother again...” My words fade off, but my thoughts continue on. And I like where they go. Synth seems to know what I’m thinking, so I say bye and walk home, with my laptop in my saddlebags, sipping on another energy drink.

I just need to get home, then I can collapse into my bed. What I don’t need to be thinking about is Renegade Bass, and whatever I might be feeling about him.

Author's Note

Tell me how I did. Criticism welcome. I know I'm not the best, just trying out a few different things. I do not own any of the songs, and none of them were made by my.