SunsetSombra

{{ Adding a little color for Scratch's speech - it may disappear, it may stay. Not sure yet. }} When posed the casual question of her normal location, Vinyl looks to the stallion a moment and shrugs at him with a lazy smirk. " Currently Livin' in Canterlot, where I was actually born an' grazed...it's a great place to live, although not really for everypony. For me though, it's just where I love being...y'know, when I'm NOT on stage" The proposition of the herbal remedies piqued the DJ's interest - she wasn't normally one to pay too much mind to such things, but she had heard of things like those working before on other ponies she'd talked to. Heck, some of them even swore on the stuff as they danced the night away or relaxed in the neon glows of whatever club or show was being attended at the time. "Gotta say - I know that there's a few well-known herbal teas out there...I mean, I've had a few energy drinks in my time, but never really looked into herbal teas much. " Vinyl started, honestly...she was a little curious, afterall. " My thing is I tend to spend all my energy at the shows...I kinda like to think that if I'm not aching all over by the end of the night, I didn't do a good enough job, heh. " Scratch then looks over at Jubilee, using her horn to quickly lift her purple-lensed glasses briefly as she gives the small pegasus a quick playful wink before letting the glasses plop back down on her muzzle again as she chuckles again at the small moment of teasing between the three ponies before her. "Well, One thing is for sure...you guys are all good friends at least!"

Vinyl cleared her throat and regarded the stallion before him with a small grin before shaking his hoof - the day was proceeding to get odder and odder as it went on but she was doing what she could to push on through 'til she could relax. " Sorry if I look a l'il tired, but I haven't had a chance to sleep yet...I was on my way to my hotel room for the night when I stopped by the l'il lonesome strummer over there and promptly ran into these girls, an' - yup...that about wraps that up! " Vinyl stated with a chuckle before shaking herself down and stretching each leg in turn. " Well, I'm not one to turn down an offer - it's not an easy thing to jus' accept outright, obviously, but I know that if a pony's got a real determination to do it, then who'd I be to not give that young one a shot, right? " She says - giving a wry nod as she glanced back towards the two females, a small sincere smile then forming as she does. " heck, We all gotta blaze our own paths while we can - but ya can't always do that sometimes without somebody openin' a few doors along the way. " Vinyl had a feeling that this was going to be quite an interesting group to stick around with...and with that, she simply shrugged off the idea of going back to the hotel just yet. Perhaps she was just a little crazy, but she was curious to see just what that little pegasus could offer as a dancer...they still had plenty of time to work SOMETHING out, after all.

Oh gee, this was just gettin' all shades of funny at this point - Vinyl was taking it all in good humour for the most part since she was always a big believer in staying true with the fans and those who appreciated what she did. Although certainly she could feel the moment starting to grow heavier with each murmered breath from the crowd behind them " It's okay - I'm a little used to having conversations cut short by ponies....fainting at the first sign of a famous pony. " She says with a slight hint of amusement in her voice. " Let's get her up on her feet...looks bad on the poor girl! " She glances around at the other ponies to see what was going on. - they were starting to move in and gather closer to see. " It's okay folks, she just fainted - she'll come around shortly, just give us some space wouldja? " Vinyl says, clapping to both gain the attention of the audience and to shoo them back away a couple of steps. Having seen many a fainted pony at clubs, either of heat exhaustion or simply overcome with the meeting of one of the many regular famous ponies around Equestria, she was used to taking charge in a situation like this whilst a medic pony revived them - and this was no different. " If you wanna come see me, the best bet for ya'all is to come to Canterlots concert hall tomorrow at sundown - we're gonna make a hell of a night of it on behalf of the neighbourhood colleges. Small donation at the door to go towards giving a little something back to the colleges we've all probably come up from, but there's a whole lot of entertainment planned too. As of right now though... " Vinyl says, Now frowning slightly for the first time today - this wasn't easy work. "For right now, gonna have to ask you all to get back to whatever you're doin'...she's unconscious, that's all!" Vinyl could certainly feel the collective stresses of the day, but she was determined not to let them show just yet...she'd channel it all out with her drumset later on after a long soak in the tub - but right now, they just had to wake Jubilee up.

This was what she was sometimes afraid of with crowds and public appearances - Incredibly excitable ponies with dreams of fortune and fame, and it was never easy to tell them the answer: Not all ponies make it to the stage, even if they're talented. " Suck it up, Missy. " She mutters to herself as she looked around - the crowd starting to realise more and more that there had been something of a celebrity pony standing in their midst. Of course, any lesser pony would have been utterly terrified to do or say anything - however, Vinyl realised that this was probably just the kind of attention she needed...at least, once she finished dealing with the two excited ponies near her. Looked like the floodgates were open already - she'd handle it, though. " Look, I can't promise anything right now - I mean, You gals know I'm normally a one pony show on the road for my own sets...but I can always put in good words for ponies in places. " She says with a small nod, shaking off any sense of apprehension with a mere shrug of her shoulders...After all, she was a showpony, public pressures were part of her life! " Hey - you said you dance, right? " Vinyl continued, raising a hoof to her muzzle in thought - a small idea occuring to her that seemed too good to not try...a glimmer of a suggestion that might work this all out yet. " Alright - so How would you feel about dancing for me tomorrow night? " She was, of course, serious - the unicorn could pull the right strings tonight, get a little clearance for a dancer to be a part of her routine that night...it wasn't a conventional thing for the DJ, but at the same time, it might give a taste of what the small pegasus would most have to expect in a situation such as that. " It probably won't pay much in bits...but it would give you some experience with a live crowd of that size - and that's definately gonna be a key thing for any performer to handle. " She went on to explain, her small smirk returning as she looks over at Jubilee with a wink - although it was a silly gesture, the shades were probably far too dark to see her eyes anyway. " I mean, if things go well tomorrow, maybe we can find you something a little more... " she takes a moment to pause, thinking over her words carefully so not to raise expectations too much. " A little more permanent. " Sure, the guys at the concert would be either bemused as all heck, or give her some hell...but it would only take her reminding them who's name was dominating the marquee that night to put them back into place. For now, she clears her throat and does her best to appear serious...which mostly just wound up with her smirk only fading slightly and her head cocking to one side curiously as she regarded Jubilee again...she wasn't good at serious much. " So how 'bout it, missy? " She asks plainly with a light chuckle. " Fancy trying to hang it with the Scratch, or not? " {{ OOC: Goddamn, she's fun to write as. XD; }}

It took a moment for the words to register, but vinyl soon realised that she was being talked to - Glancing quickly at the female nearby with a small nod of acknowledgement and response to her query. "Oh...yeah - Sorry, you kinda caught me offguard for a moment there! " Said the Unicorn, a small grin forming across her features, as an icy blue strand of hair flicked across her muzzle, forcing her to blow it back into the slightly-frazzled mess that was currently her Mane. "Yeah, The one and only DJ Pon-3 - and I was really just in town t'catch up with some old friends." The Unicorn felt a little unprepared - she'd been heading directly back to her hotel room to get freshened up and find a place to unwind quietly for the rest of the day...she had a few things she was looking to finish up by tonight for the gig the following evening, and wasn't sure if everything was quite where she needed it yet...sure, it was close, but it wasn't 'ready'. "But - since you asked - I've actually got a gig lined up at Canterlots Concert hall tomorrow." She says raising an eyebrow slightly from behind her shades, the confident grin on her face in full force. " It's not officially a full blown thing like I'd normally be attending, of course... just a whole bunch of us DJ's going out there and doing our thing for the ponies of the local colleges and whatnot...although it's probably still gonna get wild though, I have that familiar feelin' in the flank." Vinyl pauses, still beaming her brilliant smile, before clearing her throat a little as she exhaled sharply - just thinking about any get together tended to wind her excitement levels up some, and it took all of her self control to keep calm and cool. "Sure, there's a small entrance Donation...but 60% of the bits raised gets put back into colleges there...it ain't always much, but I know that some of us musicians feel we owe a little something back to the community - and believe me, we're looking to fill that concert hall completely...Some friends are out and around Equestria's cities spreadin' the word as we speak!" Vinyl chuckles a little before glancing back to Starflower curiously. " So, you listen to my stuff? If ya like, I figure we could probably slot you in quietly somehow...nopony would even know, and any donation you make would be wholly voluntary! "

Today was calm - at least, as calm as could possibly be for the Female Unicorn making her way through crowded streets. Vinyl was in Trottingham due to having visited some old friends who lived there, and they'd pretty much had quite the late night talking music, life, and other juicy subjects that would make anypony's head turn. She planned on getting back to canterlot for her evening performance tomorrow, but right now, today...she was in no rush. For a moment, the preoccupied Unicorn was almost too distracted by her own thoughts and her Headphones to pay attention to the hustle and bustle that she had inadvertantly stumbled onto without realising, seemingly created by the one small musical instrument wielding pony - her weapon of choice, apparently a guitar. Once her Sunglasses-clad eyes noticed both the instrument and master, however, a small knowing smirk arrived on Vinyls features as her headphones glowed and moved down a little from her ears, the glow matching that of her horn - she wanted to at least give this little musical pony a moments notice...just as it seemed that everypony else who was passing was doing. VInyl was glad that nopony was taking notice of her presence just yet - the last thing she wanted to do was take any shine out of this one ponies moment. Nothing was worse than somepony trying to steal somepony elses thunder, afterall. A couple of ponies had tossed a couple of bits into the Ponies case - and almost immediately Vinyl realised that it was most definately something that she should herself do, her horn glowing purple as she undid her sidesaddle bags and proceeds to float over a good dozen bits, placing them in the open case carefully as she bobbed her head slightly to the melody being played, her own well-tuned musical senses being appeased by the rather impromptu yet pleasant guitar being played. It was a pretty nice change of pace from the usual crazed and furious beats and rhythms of the circuits she usually travelled - Despite her being in demand for her DJ skills, she had never lost her own personal interests in simpler, more mellowed out musical instruments...indeed, she had something of a collection growing back at home. She watched as an older mare places bits into the Guitar players case - deciding for the current moment to just hang back a little in with the crowd...no need to bumrush the poor kid when she was clearly working hard with what she had. " Reminds me of myself from some time back... " She mused to herself with a slightly dry smirk. " Huh...Now I really can't help but wonder who she is - she's not bad at all! "

" Hey, 'sup ponies? ...If ya'all need some ponybeats in this thing, always count on Pon-3 to lend a hoof! " Being the multi-talented Musical pony she is, Vinyl is also ready to be on hand for occasional musical endeavours when she's not making music elsewhere or lending her musical ear to others in need...just give her a call! {PM Me, basically. XD;} " Also...You actually have Ice cream? Sign me up! "

Robikku - [Currently Studying Law.] Can be seen in the Canterlot School of Law most times, or generally out and about either near home or town. Vinyl Scratch {DJ Pon-3} - [Canterlots Number 1 DJ/Musician] Her whereabouts tend to go wherever she's needed - sometimes out of canterlot, sometimes within. Will even sometimes be found either around her home or generally out and about in Canterlot for Musical Inspiration

Oh. and there's always the week long training program with our most competent AI intelligence... "She's" ALWAYS eager to meet new people! :3

I'm certainly hoping for something good to come of this, at least - Welcome back aboard, Dusty... The good ship Brony leaves NOPONY behind!

Rob's own attention from his current situation was taken away by hearing a small familiar voice from nearby. " Wait, Who's that... " He uttered loudly as he turns to face the would-be guest in his current space... " Michael? That doesn't sound a lot like a pony name. Man, sounds like you're in the same boat as me - Tell me, did ya wind up here from earth too? " If this was the case, then it seemed as though that he may not be the only one here - and that meant they had to find out where the heck anyone else might be...although, yeah, that was gonna be harder to do than say! " Alright, Michael - looks like it's you and me for a moment - we've got a little exploring to do, and plenty of time to do it! " The 'pegasus' still wasn't sure if there was any easy way of doing it, but there was nothing else for it...they'd have to try - and that probably meant getting the hang of what they were given. " We're gonna have to scout from above...is that a problem? " Rob opened his wings and took a deep breath...he was gonna have to trust his instincts on this one, and hoped that Michael would understand where he was going with it. " We got no choice, we're gonna have to see what can be seen from above! " He backed up a few steps...galloping carefully ahead of him a few steps and tried to hop into the air - and is met with some success as he finds himself gliding up into the air...a little unsteadily but he was getting the hang of something he hadn't even been born to do. " HA - Piece of cake...Come on, Mikey - go for it, show those wings who's boss! "

Rob's stroll was fairly uneventful - there wasn't a whole lot going on in this little part of Equestria, it seemed, and he was certainly finding himself a whole lot more at peace now that he'd taken the time to accept and understand his surroundings...although he hadn't really come across another pony yet, and that was certainly unsettling. And on another note, where was everyone he'd been with the night before? it had been quite the celebratory night, and he'd definately had more than a few too many...and in the company of other bronies, too. " HEY... " He called out, looking around the small area he was currently embarking across. " IF ANYONE IS OUT THERE... " He pauses mid-shout, sighing to himself as he sat down and looks around his surroundings with a critical and weary glance. " Damn, I am SO lost right now! "

Name: Robikku Sex: Yes Pl...I mean...Male! 8D Age: Stallion Species: Pegasus Pelt Color: Blue Mane/Tail Color & Style: {Pony only} Red hair, Black Tail Eye Color: Aqua Blue eyes Cutie Mark: Scales of Justice Physique: Medium build Residence: Torquay, Devon - UK. Wakes up on the outskirts of Ponyville. Occupation: Currently seeking employment. Motivation: Changes daily Likes: Gaming, Legal/Criminal/Courtroom drama shows/books, Cinnamon foodstuffs Dislikes: Idiots and fools. Character Summary: Very casual pony, has a fairly laid back attitude when in a pleasant frame of mind...but if there's anything he decides he wants to get snarky about, he'll go for the throat if it makes his point known. Still, makes good conversation and is generally approachable otherwise!

" Oh god...My head! " Robikku grumbled loudly as he awoke on his back on a warm grassy patch - a soft breeze flowing over him as his eyes flicker open, entirely groggy and most certainly not at full perspicacity yet, thus he wasn't immediately paying attention to his change of location - oh, he knew he was elsewhere, it was just that 'where' was a little beyond him until he mentally shook off the dull throbbing haze that had been making itself known once he'd woken up from his otherwise-uneventful sleep. "Goddamn, Simon - what the hell have you been smoking...?" He said loudly, eyes closed as he tried to open his eyes to a more familiar surrounding. " It's making me hal...luci...naaaa-...what the crap is going on here?! " His eyes had to be betraying him somehow - he was in a locale that seemed familiar yet alien...pasture-coloured surroundings, trees that seemed to be more drawn than they were 'real'. This was Equestria! " Oh great. " He mutters to himself, rolling his eyes - there was only one explanation for it he could think of. " I'm in a coma or something - Confound these ponies for invading my subconscious...etc, etc. " Finally taking stock of his own physical appearance, he realised immediately several things; A: He was clearly NOT himself anymore. B: He was, in fact, a pony it seemed. He could feel himself cramping something beneath him as he lay...which, once he stumbled to the four legs that he currently possessed {although clearly he needed to get used to it since he was stumbling just to stay straight somewhat}, allowed him to come to his next logical conclusion. C: He was a pegasus - and his wings didn't appreciate being trapped beneath him! " Ugh - well, that's that...guess I'm just gonna take a look around. If I'm in a coma, I guess I'll just be talking to myself or something...or other ponies. " he muttered, clearly not quite ready to entertain the one other notion that made sense in a situation like this...the only one that truly had any bearing in the 'reality' he now found himself. Staggering a little at first until he got used to the situation and way that ponies would 'walk' for now, considering he wasn't quite ready for trying flight just yet, Robikku set out to see just what new and interesting sights this place might hold!

Robikku was enjoying his snacking out at the buffet - and was getting somewhat a little exhausted...to be honest, being in such a large gathering as this wasn't exactly his normal thing. At this point, the evening was getting pretty late and he didn't really wanna get too caught up in the rush to leave. Besides, all this rich food was starting to seriously make him feel a lot more dozy than he was used to at this time of day, and he was beginning to get the idea that between the race and everything else, he'd probably just overdone himself a tad...although ironically he'd done hardly as much as he'd really expected. Oh well, there was always next year! " Well, if you guys don't mind... " The pegasus said, stretching his wings with a slight yawn as he steps away from the table, feeling a small wave of tiredness washing over him. " Methinks I'm gonna head on out - It's been fun, have a great evening! " And with a small nod of farewell to his evening companions, he turned smartly and heads towards the exit - hearing somepony talking of some odd occurance in the main hall by one blue Cloaked Unicorn and thinking nothing of it. He made his way out of the main hall and out of the castle entrance, a fresh chill in the air as the evening sky above presented itself...dark and starry, the perfect night for a small flight home. Whilst it hadn't been the most active night of the year for the Pegasus, it certainly hadn't been a disappointment - perhaps he'd stop off somewhere before going home and picking up something light and normal to eat before he crashed out at home for a satisfied nights sleep. After all...There were always donuts to be had for nights like these!

Added a little occupation addendum - brainstorming on any potential additions, but essentially the app as it is is done.

I'm keeing it WIP until something happens with Rarity, basically.

Note: yeah, this is long - but Once I started writing, It was something that couldn't be simply cut short... MANY many apologies for that - but there's a good reason for it all...just read on! :3 Character Summary: Well, I suppose the best way to start is by doin' the cliche thing and talk about the parents...nothing TOO special, I guess - they were classical and orchestral music loving ponies, with both of them at one point or another having been either in charge of or a member of some orchestra or another. Don't get me wrong, I loved classical...and I still do, actually...but something wasn't there for me. Back then, I didn't know what it was...but something was missing - my mind was racing with ideas about what it could be, but I could never really decide what that something was. So, let's fast forward a little onto the big stuff...how I got my cutie mark - Well, I'd eventually been placed in one of Canterlots schools for the musically focused - nah, this wasn't exactly a school for the gifted...it was more of a small operation in Canterlot where parents could 'encourage' their young foals to follow in the musical ambitions that they themselves either couldn't live up to, or because they were rich enough to just toss their kids in and let 'em do whatever. Luckily though, my folks were both capable of music and no lazy rich folk, so they actually gave a couple of horseapples about what I wanted... mostly, at least. For the most part, it was a nice place - plenty of musical challenges and stuff for me to get behind, but all the while I had a nagging feeling that I didn't wanna just do Music because I was told or obligated to...I wanted to make my own - I wanted to compose my own stuff, to demonstrate to the world how it made me feel. After all the stuff I'd learnt...I had enough musical knowledge to write a little manuscripted music - sure, it wasn't a masterpiece as such, but at the time I felt like it was like I was painting my heart on canvas...but it was only part of an incomplete picture. Sure, the sound was generally 'nice', but it was missing soul - something unique...without it, it just didn't feel like the picture I was ready to present to the world. For some reason, and I'm still not 100% sure what it was that made me feel this way, exactly...but Lyrics didn't feel right for this piece. it wasn't a part of what I was feeling deep down, and so I decided to leave it instrumental. I knew that was what it was meant to be, but once I realised that, the itch to find out what was truly meant for this song grew ever stronger. I could hear it in my mind, felt the strong rhythm growing inside, but the outlet...it was being denied, and the school wasn't able to help much. I snuck out of my folks house late at night...driven by an overwhelming need to find some way of expressing what my inner rhythm was telling me. Why night? Well, I couldn't sneak out during the day...too obvious. On my generally undirected wander through the streets, I heard something...sounds and music I'd never heard before coming from a small club some ways away. I was curious, finally unable to resist the idea that perhaps something was in here that might educate my little developing mind in the ways of music...of course I couldn't get in, but I saw what was going on inside, and what I saw made my heart stand still with amazement. There was a pony above the crowd, all on his own in an open booth, behind what I now know to be turntables...his face beaming with pride as he turned the record decks this way and that, manipulating and warping sounds all around the lower floor of this club. Something about it felt...oddly familiar, yet so distinctly alien to me that I was confused yet exhilerated all at once. Perhaps it was a crazy idea, but in the interests of my own creative thinking I offered up a little white lie to my folks...told them that there was a contemporary class I was taking and that they'd demonstrated a neat technique, and that the equipment for it was a pair of turntables. They were understandably confused, but not taking me as a pony who lied {And I SWEAR, this is the only time I ever lied to the folks!}, they went and got me what I asked for...and a few records to go with it. I felt bad at the time, of course, but I did it because I had to! My first time on the decks - wasn't the smoothest...plenty of scratches, but none of them pleasing to the ear. Of course, it was insane of me to think I could just throw any old notes together...it was a cacophony of noise and disillusioned notes, and I almost felt like quitting it altogether after one record split down the middle...having finally been put too much abuse at my inexperienced hooves. It was the following week that I'd finally decided to have a talk with one of the more contemporary music teachers, Semi Quaver, and tried to talk to him about my Dilemma...how, in my desperation to find something in the music to match what I was writing, I had been utterly unable to discover anything meaningful no matter how hard I tried. It sounded wrong, and it was making me miserable! In response, He looked at me square in the eyes, smiled and told me one simple thing...that music could be a lot like a waterfall, it would flow as it wanted and go wherever it pleased until it crashed noisily...or it could be a stream, slowly filtering towards a grander, much larger sea. The message he delivered to me was simply that I was trying too hard to give direction, when something like this has to flow all on it's own...otherwise it interrupts itself and becomes nothing but noise. I had forgotten, in my own haste, to listen to my own rhythm and instead tried to force one with the wrong overall sounds...I had to try a wider variation of records and methods in order to fully understand and complete the song that was flowing through me. He then gave me a small dusty box of older records...and a small book telling all about the methods and means of how to use turntables - a small book that still has a place in my bookshelf even now. It took a good while for me to understand what this all meant, of course...it wasn't just learning how to play, but it was learning how to harness a flow of creativity deep inside. After about a months worth of practice at home, I had started to truly see how amazing and flexible such an odd musical device as these could be...I felt like I was gaining control of the music, bending and shaping it to my will. it was better than any magic I could have performed with my horn on it's own...it was a pure unbridled musical freedom I'd never encountered before. However, at the end of that month, it turned out my folks had had a word with the school - I'd gotten a little carried away and hadn't really remembered that I had acquired this instrument via a lie to my parents, something that was about to come back and bite me in the flank...or at least, it kinda seemed like it at the time. Imagine being sat with your parents in front of your own music teacher being accused of being dishonest to the family and not paying attention in class. It's not that I wasn't paying attention - it was the fact that my head had become so caught up in this new and intensely intoxicating style of music that everything else had kinda...paled a little in comparison. I'd let things go a little, I admit, but it wasn't because I didn't wanna be there! I told the teacher sraight up that there was something I'd been studying in my spare time - what else could I have done but tell the truth, really? I mean, they were so desperate to know what was going on. Once I had gotten finished up with telling them about my song, the night stroll, my plight and the resolution with Semi Quavers advice, I was surprised by the resolute smile on my teachers face...and the look of bewilderment that was on my parents own muzzles. It was at this point that my teacher, Alla Breve, suggested that this song I was writing was something that needed to be expressed to all...and that I alone should present it in it's final form at a small party that was being thrown for the students that month for the upcoming holiday break. This was something that took me and my folks by surprise - Was he seriously suggesting that I get up there with an unfinished song...and just Why was he looking like he'd just won the lottery? I tried asking him, but he simply winked at me and told me to practice...it would be okay, and that I'd 'see when I got there'. It sounded like cryptic horse manure at the time, and I was about ready to just forget the whole thing, but my own parents looked at me and simply said something that stuck with me, considering the odd moment. " Go with the flow... " I didn't get what they meant - nor why they were looking at me with such an odd expression...why did they seem so conspiratorial with their smiles, what the heck was all of this about? None of it made any sense at the time. Days passed, and I practiced my newfound 'art' at home...finally with the encouragement of my folks - my schoolwork didn't suffer, since I now knew that my parents were understanding about my new passion and could focus on doing what the school wanted without worrying too much. 'Go with the flow' became a mantra...something I told myself as I stood behind the turntables at home, letting the inner rhythm guide me into musical directions that I'd never thought were even possible - changing records at just the right moments to change the sound and the feel of the music I was, in some respects, 'creating' by simple manipulation of the various sounds the equipment provided. It felt right, it felt...like I was creating something that nopony could ever truly understand until they heard it in full. Eventually came the night of the party - I was nervous, wheeling in my decks onto the stage in front of a good amount of fellow classmates...all of them had been told to expect to hear something new, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to deliver, considering I'd never been asked to even play before any audiences before. It all went quiet, lights aimed at my direction and the only thing I could hear was the sound of my own heartbeat, the soft hum of the decks as they turned, and an anxiously murmuring crowd...I had no plan, the manuscript was barely legible in the darkness, and my mind was swimming with a mixture of fear and something else. her set wasn't going to go on for the whole night, of course, but even the few minutes I was given...well, for a young unicorn who had no idea what she was doing other than following her own beat, it was scary as hell. Closing my eyes, I focused the energies in my horn...placing the needle gently onto the decks twin records - one disc was dedicated to being the backing and overall main track, the other disc was for switching over, mixing and for generally scratching the sounds that would later become quite the hallmark of my performances...although at the time, I had no idea that such a sound would ever be taken seriously. I started...the music was upbeat, fast-paced with a bassline that had everyone moving - I didn't want to ruin what was already in play, so I started off lightly - a few simple track skips here, a changeover or slowdown of pace if the track was dragging...switching records over when I felt that it was time to grab more attention or to give the crowd a little added flavour. I could feel the audience growing a little cautious, but there was a warm glow starting in the atmosphere...a positive movement as ponies started to get into the sound. sure, I was new at it and making a few mismanaged scratches or whatnot as I went, but the crowd seemed to appreciate what I was trying to do - and I was starting to embrace my natural love for performing and guiding the crowd with my musical influences all the more. It could have gone wrong - it could have ended up me failing to even gain one solitary supporter...but for some reason, everypony loved my efforts, seemed to enjoy this strangely eclectic sound I was using. I couldn't understand how or why my teacher had known that this was how it was going to go, but there was something in the quiet confidence he had shown me that had told me that I COULD do this how I wanted. As sudden as it had all started, my time slot had past...and I didn't care - neither did the crowd...they wanted more, and I wanted to give them what they wanted for a little while longer. Nopony even tried to stop me as I went on for at least another half hour, the crowd now having forgotten any apprehension as they danced to my musical direction - and I merely playing as much as I could, lost in a haze of something both euphoric and energetic all at once. When it was all over, the crowd applaused...I couldn't even think about saying or doing anything, I just kinda left the stage in a fuzzy mood, unable to think about what I'd just done other than the fact I'd just DONE it, and it hadn't crashed and burned as badly as I had feared it would. It wasn't until somebody else had pointed it out to me that I had even realised that my cutie mark had appeared...something I hadn't even thought about for the longest time since starting this whole music school business to begin with. Perhaps this was what my teachers and parents had realised that day...that I'd latch onto the meaning of their words and simply 'go with the flow'. Either way...since that day, I was in demand in school, people paying me to do small home-based parties...and eventually it kinda escalated slowly into doing more recognised scenes as my confidence and musical talents grew - I never stopped studying at the school for the duration of that, and quickly allowed myself to become fluent in many musical directions that I never felt I was capable of until that night. What I learnt was that my cutie mark hadn't appeared because of my 'skill' at the decks, or for any general instrument competency...it was because I had an innate musical sense, an ability to appreciate and create music on any instrument I cared to learn - and I've studied a lot of them since that day. I don't like to think of myself as being THE most talented Musician in all of Equestria, however...I'm merely intensely fine-tuned when it comes to creating music - it isn't any easier for me to learn an instrument or write music generally...it all comes down to what I feel and how the music moves me, that's where my talent lies most. All I had to do to realise it was remember One simple phrase...a mantra that soon became a part of my own personal way of life, a phrase that would mean so much more to me than a simple musical direction. Just go with the flow within...and your heart will guide you in the path that's right for yourself!

Yup, Here's my Application for the Musical Maestro Pony of EXTREME awesomeness...Vinyl Scratch {DJ Pon-3!} Name: Names Scratch, Vinyl Scratch - most know me as simply 'DJ Pon-3', or just plain ol' 'DJ' if for some reason they've been livin' under a rock for the last few years. Hey, it happens - some ponies just don't know me all that well, and that's cool enough - but I'll say this, it never stays that way...Nopony can resist my beat for too long! If they do...well, simply changing the record has done wonders in the past! Sex: Female - But that doesn't mean my music's gonna go easy on ya, just warning ya'all now. Age: Heh, I'm not exactly that old, but I've probably heard plenty of music in my time in this world... Still, Plenty of unheard musical drumbeats left in my heart, that's for sure! Species: Okay, Unicorn - but really, music is really the only magic I've ever loved - It's my life an' soul! Pelt Color: Brilliant white - heck, I've been called the PonyGhost of the decks before because of that. Not so much these days, though - it was a cute nickname at the time back in the day, but it's one that faded out once my stage name took off in a big way...! Mane/Tail Color & Style: Electric and Ice Blue stripes, which is actually kinda appropriate, since I'll shock you with my intense rhythm before chillin' you out with my ice-cool melodies. In What Style? I work my mane like I work my music, baby... In my own unique an' personal way! Eye Color: Magenta is the color that lies behind the ol' purple shades - it's the coolest color I know! Cutie Mark: A Simple Musical note - it's a long story as to how I got it, of course, but what journey of self discovery an' revelation is ever something you can just tell in 5 minutes? If you listen carefully, all of my music tells a little piece of my story...where I came from...and how I got to be at this point in life, surrounded by the best ponies in all of Equestria - Maybe some day, I'll tell ya all about it. { it's a helluva story, I'll say that much though. } Physique: I like to think I'm fit enough as a Unicorn...I work out sometimes, and take a few gallops at night in some places just for the thrill and excercise - maybe I'll take part in the running of the leaves this year, if I'm not already fully booked to play there! Residence: I got a l'il apartment place in canterlot - yeah, I'm not exactly rolling in Bits either, but I have a fairly cosy place that's low cost and close to some nice sights...composing isn't a problem there, either - Naturally the neighbours love t'come and check out what I'm working on next, and I'm good with that! Occupation: Professional Musical Maestro for all ponies who need me...I love to watch pomies tearin' up the dance floor to one of my mixes, and the audience buzz is so infectious that I ALWAYS get have t'smile at how beautiful the scene becomes in full flow. Currently, I operate a small travelling DJ business, but I'm always on the lookout to help out if anypony needs a musician in a band or even just a little musical tidbit or two - one thing I've really learnt is that ya gotta share the music while you can! Motivation: Well, as I said previously, my main 'motivation' is to give all the party ponies the best musical experiences I can...I don't jus' deal with the musical side, I also help set things up if I get the chance. I don't want to simply be the music maker in the corner, when I know I can offer so much more to those on the dance floor - I'm not afraid to get the ol' hooves dirty in the pursuit of making a simple gig into an all-night social extravaganza! Likes: Well, Music is the obvious one...no genre's too big or too small, I mix and appreciate anything. I'm also a night pony, I've spent a lotta time under the blanket of Luna's beautiful stars, and it never fails to give me chills. As far as foods go, I like a good ol' Crunchy apple - nothing beats one of those after a long night behind the turntable...and some apple juice, straight from apple acres of course! Dislikes: Mismatched music mixes can grate on my nerves...a lot. See, I hate to hear music being butchered sometimes, it bothers me...along with rude an' unbearable partyers. I've seen plenty of good party's go bad because of a few disrespective ponyfolk gettin' too big for their boots - It's what destroys the flow of a good night, and many ponies will tellya that it can sour my mood as a result. Yeah, I'm normally easy going, but that's seriously an ultimate peeve for me! { Summary - Post 2 - Below }

Well...I suppose that's one 'Disk' that came with some Help files. What? Bad puns are what I DO, people!

Robikku glanced up at the clock - things were moving along quicker than he'd thought they were, and the time that he'd spent at the gala seemed to be zipping by at an alarming rate...and he was barely doing anything at all! Still, mot wanting to seem too caught up in his own internal musings, he took small nibbles from his plate and looks amongst his small gathering of table-ponies, unable to still shake the feeling that this new male was more trouble than he was letting on...but decided not to draw any attention to this line of thinking by not saying anything on it. " So, has everypony had a good time tonight? " He asks, clearing his throat slightly after finishing his mouthful. " Between my getting here, one rather disastrous race and this delicious and yet apparently accident prone buffet...I think I'm having a pretty good time. Met some great ponies and such. Can't PERSONALLY say I have any complaints about this pretty good party so far - lots going on, it seems! "

Robikku grimaces as he watched the female pony who was even now looking like she wanted the earth to swallow her whole just to get her away from the red-hot gaze of an unamused crowd. He quickly trotted over to Jambalaya, looking at the mess around her and quickly figuring out what it was that had been on her plate...before cantering over to the buffet table and getting the same things, although he was lucky that there was still any left of some things she'd clearly had. Taking the tray the plate rested on between his teeth, he carries it over to the table they were all sat on and puts it down...before raising an eyebrow at the latest male to join their odd little gathering and not entirely sure what to make of what he was seeing - something seemed off about that pony, and he wasn't fond of it. Anyhow, the Pegasus glances at Jamba and directs her attention to the plate he'd brought over. " Sorry about that...it's crazy in here, she didn't mean any harm - still, gotcha some more - least I could do! "

Congratulations, OUR little ponies, on making ALL of us so very proud and joyful that the community has really struck hard and fast...we could easily become one of the most recognised and enjoyable Pony RP Boards with as competent and dedicated staff members like we have here. I seriously love and respect each of you guys...you're all unbelievably full of awesome!

I already do some small VA stuff for friends and such, so I'm game to lend my vocals if ya need 'em! :3

Happy Birthday, Scotchie - here's hoping for many more...and lots of cake! :3