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  1. Bass had to fight back another insane fit of laughter, as the oblivious red stallion's head quickly turned to the window. "Awesome! I'll keep an eye out for him, then!" Bass nodded, and stepped out from behind the counter, his bass clef cutie mark in full view, as he headed to the aisles. "Cool. I'm just gonna straighten up." He then began to straighten up a few records, as he waited for the pony to realize what was going on.
  2. I have lyrics, but they aren't that good. I can post them if I need to.
  3. Bass let out another small chuckle, deciding to use this moment to have a little fun, as he watched the pony's eyes light up. "Oh snap! Really? That'd be awesome. Does he work here or something? D'ya know where I could find him?" This sent Bass into a fit of laughter, which lasted for a good minute. Finally collecting, and recomposing himself, he managed to get a few words out. "Yeah, he works here. In fact, I'm sure if you wait a few minutes, you'll catch him."
  4. Bass took a mental note on the pony's wobbling tone, and body as he spoke. "Hmm... a few. But it's all quiet on the western front lately. Finding work has been a bit slow for me too. It's why I'm kinda looking for a band to play with, y'know? Nail down some more solid work, instead of just having to do oddjobs for bits. So yeah... I can kinda see where you're coming from." Bass nodded toward the very sign that he had passed earlier. "Well, if you're looking to start a band, I'm sure you can find somepony around Filly who'll play with you. I'm pretty sure Deep Bass is looking for a new band." Bass shrugged lightly, and gave a subtle grin.
  5. Tbh, I have no worldly clue. But, technicalities aside… *clears throat* Welcome to the amazing world of Canterlot! Allow me to sing you a song! Esprit, my dear, I cannot express my delight! It's abundantly clear that somewhere out here is a thread that will suit you just right!
  6. Alright. As the title implies, I am looking for assistance. Preferably from another musician or vocalist. I am finally working to put vocals to my track "Cut by a Sharp Note", and can't do it myself, for the simple reason that I would like to see someone else's twist on this. That and I can't find a secluded, quiet place to record them. So, if anypony would like to give it a shot, simply download the track from my soundcloud, and PM me, so I can look forward to the results. I'm awaiting submissions. http://soundcloud.com/deepbuckingbass/cut-by-a-sharp-note
  7. "Oh, well I actually AM from Filly... born and raised. I've been travelling across Equestria, just kinda seeing the world and picking up any opportunities for work as I pass by, y'know? Maybe you should give it a shot sometime, yeah? Your opportunities aren't as limited when you're on the road." Bass tilted his head in a slight confusion, then waved a hoof at the comment. "I don't know. I've been to Canterlot, and Manehattan, and even there, there isn't much call for someone of my talents. I mean, yeah, I've gotten some small jobs in coffee houses, or jazz bars, but I'd like something that'll get me out of this shop. Preferably something that would allow me to travel." Bass shrugged, and began tapping his hooves to the rhythm of the music as a smooth bass line from a stand-up bass could be heard above the other instruments. "So you must have some interesting stories, huh?"
  8. Bass looked at the red pony, raising an eyebrow, noticing that he was trying to avoid eye contact, and chuckled slightly when he heard the stallion's next statement. "You must have been a big fan, I gotcha... I'm sorry for bringing this up then." Bass shook his head. "I wouldn't exactly say 'fan'. No, just remembering the good old days. It's kind of hard to find work around Filly, lately. It doesn't really matter how many different styles you can bust out, anymore." Bass pulled another record out from under the counter, and set it on the record player. The sound of a swing-style jazz band filled the store. "Yeah, don't even get me started on the modern lack of appreciation for a decent jazz piece. So, where you from? I can't really say I've seen you around Filly before."
  9. Bass leaned back and raised an eyebrow at the red pony as he leaned over the counter to look at the picture, and spoke. "What's that you've got there?" Bass turned the picture around, so that the pony could see it better. "It's Deep Bass' old band, Quikhor5. The mare was the drummer." His smile turned to a sad frown, as his memory went back to his relationship with Rhythm. "She was really something, that mare. Always knew how to put a smile on my face."
  10. Bass counted the coins, scooping them up, and putting them in the register. The last thing he was expecting was for the red pony to ask the question he did. "Hey... I was gonna ask... who is this... 'Deep Bass'? There was a bunch of records with that artist title in the back. Is he... or she... or they... big in Fillydelphia at the moment or something?" Bass thought for a moment, trying to piece together what to say as not to sound cocky. If there was anything Bass hated, it was making himself sound cocky. "Well, he's actually a local musician. He used to be in a band that played a lot of local bars, and whatnot. But nopony has heard from the band since their drummer died. But I'm sure you wouldn't have a hard time finding him if you look around." He wasn't kidding. Literally to his right was a picture of Bass and his old band, Quikhor5, with a signature under each member, and the words "R.I.P. Steady Rhythm" written underneath the signature of a mare striking a pose next to Bass, with a drumstick between her teeth. Yeah, it was quite obvious, but not a lot of ponies ever paid it much attention. Mostly, the only comments were "Wow, she's hot!" Bass turned his head, looked at the picture, and smiled.
  11. I would like to keep the final one. I guess my app reported it instead of editing it. Sorry.
  12. Roleplay Type: World of Equestria Name: Mid Wobble Sex: Female Age: Young mare Species: Unicorn Coat Color: Extremely pale yellow, almost white Mane/Tail/Markings Color & Style: Mane: Mid-length, hangs over to one side, and completely straight. Dark red with sky blue striped running through it from root to tip. Tail: Somewhat short, and playfully scruffy. Same colors as mane. Other markings: Eye Color: Ruby red. Cutie Mark: A double synth track clipping with a sky blue tremolo line running through each line. (Fun fact, this cutie mark was actually plucked from my acid studio interface for the synth line to my song Cut by a Sharp Note.) Physique: Slender, and relatively short, although she prefers to be called "fun-sized." Origin: Fillydelphia Occupation: DJ / musical engineering genius. Motivation: To make the world dance… or rock. Whichever comes first. Likes: Big speakers, complicated rhythms, fast beats, and low bass, dubtrot, parties, coffee, candy, anything sugary that will keep her going through her long work sessions, napping, and (secretly) Deep Bass. Dislikes: Musical critics, being called any derogatory term for a short pony, decaf, technical difficulties, overly boring events, mean ponies, and the sound of a whistle. (Not just any whistle, but a sports whistle) Character Summary: History- Born and raised in Fillydelphia, Mid Wobble was always at home in the streets, where she was quite the troublemaker as a young Filly. Her father was a dock worker, and her mother a waitress at a local jazz club. By day, Midsy would run the streets with her other friends, obviously up to no good, making mischief, and committing vandalistic acts. But of course, with vandalism not being the talent she was meant to have, she was always getting caught after all her "friends" would turn tail and scoot, leaving her to deal with the authorities. After seeing their filly get brought home by the authorities one too many times, Midsy's parents decided to try to teach her a lesson. Every morning, her mother would walk her to school, and pick her up afterward, taking her to work with her, and making her bus tables at the jazz bar until she learned her lesson. One night she watched a performance by the jazz group "Nickel Strings and the Stallions." As she watched the performance, and listened to the wonderful sounds they made, she decided what she was going to do with her life. She wanted to make music… now, if only she knew how to play an instrument. After earning her cutie mark, she was enrolled in the Fillydelphia School for Musical Foals, where she met Deep Bass, the son of the pony whose group turned her to music, and immediately had a crush on him. Of course they became friends, and have remained friends to this day. Parents - Father: Iron Bar, a dock worker unicorn. Mother: Crystal Chandelier, a waitress earth pony. Cutie Mark Story - After discovering the joy of bass-driven music at the jazz bar her mother worked at, Midsy desperately searched for a way to create something that could possibly match the caliber, yet reflect her inner energetic nature. She tried to learn how to play a wide variety of instruments, mostly by loitering in the instrument shops around Filly. The shop owners didn't particularly like this, especially when she tried to learn to play brass instruments. After a while, she had just about given up. As a last act of attempting, she found a magic operated keyboard, which genuinely piqued her interest. A bit skeptical at first, she tried to play it, using her magic, and much to her surprise, the keyboard made a new kind of sound to her. It was a low, flangy bass line, and she loved it. As an act of bravery, she tried to hit the same keyboard with two shots of magic, at once. This time, the bass was accompanied by a wooping lead. Midsy poured her entire allowance into that keyboard, and rushed home to show her parents what she could do. At first, they thought the electro-magical noise was annoying, but if it kept their filly out of trouble, it was something they could put up with it. After a while of practicing, Midsy finally learned how to make all the tracks come out of the keyboard at the same time. Once again, she showed her parents, and now they were slightly impressed. After a short debate, the two decided to enroll their daughter in the Fillydelphia School for Musical Foals. When the audition day came, Midsy was more nervous than she had ever been, practically shaking in front of the judges. The judges asked her to perform, but she couldn't move. Not until she saw a white pegasus colt playing a guitar in the room across from her with such confidence, it made her jealous. She decided to buck up, and give it her all. She hit the keyboard with multiple streams of magic, causing the keyboard to produce a heavy beat, electro-magical tones following. By the end of the song, the judges were dancing, and Midsy lived it. She loved to see how happy ponies were when they danced. The one thing she didn't enjoy was the burning sensation on her flank. However, when she looked back, she spotted her brand new cutie mark. That day couldn't have gotten any better. Flaws – A bit ditzy at times, Easily becomes over-absorbed in her work, still somewhat of a hooligan. Personality - As stated before, Midsy is a rather ditzy mare, who is always up for anything from a party to a quiet evening with a cup of coffee, and a quill and a piece of sheet music. She loves to watch ponies dancing, and loves to make them dance even more. She's always supportive and loyal to anypony she meets, and would give the mane from her head to a freezing bunny to use as a blanket. Even though she left that life long ago, she'll always have a little bit of street rat in her. Edit: Added picture
  13. Bass stood behind the counter, scratching his chin, and grinning, as he watched the new pony enthusiastically pick out records, and set them on his back. It was almost as if he were watching a foal in a candy store. A quick thought hit him, which caused him to let out a short chuckle. The thought that maybe he wasn't the only pony late for the maturity train was entertaining, indeed. There wasn't much else he could do, but watch as the oddly familiar looking new pony shuffled through the records. Another entertaining thought came to mind. "That pony must be on the same diet as Midsy or something. They both have a pretty crazy amount of energy." The thought of his old friend Mid Wobble came to mind. Honestly, he didn't know where he would be without her. After all, she did help him get through the tragic, and unexpected passing of his fillyfriend, and long time musical companion, Steady Rhythm. The thought of Rhythm and Mid Wobble caused his memory to shoot back to the musical school he was enrolled in so long ago. And that's when it hit him. "So, that's why that pony looks so familiar!" Bass, certain that the pony in the back room was almost done, stood, poised to close the sale behind his register. He watched as the pony set the rather large stack of records on the counter, and his jaw dropped in awe, as the pony spoke. "That should be everything, then." "Wow… that's a lot of records." Bass began counting up the records. "Right… that's thirty bits, but I'll go for twenty five."
  14. Bass listened attentively to the potential customer, attempting to gauge the new pony's musical palette. He nodded his head as Beat spoke. "Hmm... probably a bit of everything. Fast and slow tempos... ballads, marching music, heavy stuff. I'm just looking into getting some practice in a bunch of genres. Never know when an opportunity might arise and I wanna be ready for anything." Bass nodded and grinned. The prospect of this new pony practically had Bass beaming. Partially due to the fact that Bass was sure that this pony was probably going to provide the entire day's sales, and partially because Bass found it as another chance to get some of his recordings off the shelves. "Well, it's good to be well rounded." Bass stopped in front of a room with a glass door, in the back of the shop. Inside was a few shelves of records, labeled by artist name, and of course, mixed in with it all was the name Deep Bass, making up its own shelf, practically. Also included in the room was a record player that was hooked up to a few speakers that were run throughout the room. He then turned back to the pony, and smiled. "Alright, this is where we keep the instrumental backing tracks. Some have vocals, and some don't. But at least you can sample them. Just go ahead and pick out the ones you like, and bring them up to the counter. I'll hook you up." Bass then turned, and trotted back to the counter, only stopping to dust off a sign that read "Multi-instrumentalist / Vocalist for Hire." Bass felt that he was being a little too desperate with the sign. He was like a kitten in a box. "Free to a good home." But Bass knew that, desperate as it may be, it was necessary. There weren't many bands recruiting in Filly. In fact, there weren't that many kittens, either, but that's another story.
  15. Bass continued tapping the rhythm with the song, so entranced in the music that he barely noticed the bell ringing, as a new face trotted in the door. He shot a quick, shade masked glance to the door, noting any specific characteristics he could. The red coat, and the drumstick and lightning bolt cutie mark. He shrugged, and continued his tapping. He kept a stern eye on the earth pony, as he trotted through the aisles, keeping watch to make sure he wasn't another hooligan that he was all too familiar with, growing up in the streets of Filly. After a few minutes, he decided that this new pony wasn't really much of a threat, and went back to his music induced glance. After a few moments, he was snapped out of his non-instrumental jam session by an unfamiliar voice, jumping back from shock, his shades flying from his face, and midnight blue, silver flecked eyes wide in fear. After a few seconds, he regained his composure, and placed his shades firmly back over his eyes. "Oh… uh, yeah, we got those. Follow me." He stepped out from behind the counter, and began leading the new pony toward the back of the store. "So what kind of backing tracks are you looking for, bro?"
  16. Definitely getting Deep Bass in on this.
  17. See, I was just gonna have Bass do some busking, and somepony tell him about the whole thing.
  18. Definitely jumping in on this. I've already thought of a way to get in on it. I also started a thread that takes place in the record store that Bass works at in Fillydelphia.
  19. [ PEGASUS ] Deep Bass // Pegasus // Male // Young Stallion // Profile Threads [Fillydelphia] Day Shift at Rock and Rhythm Records [Fillydelphia] Break Down [Manehattan] The Denouement of Dreams [Winter Wrap Up 2012] Weather Team [Fillydelphia] Matchie's Matchmaking Services Mid "Midsy" Wobble Unicorn // Female // Young Mare // Profile Threads [Fillydelphia] Day Shift at Rock and Rhythm Records [Winter Wrap Up 2012] Animal Team
  20. With a grin, and a day of work under his belt, Deep Bass cantered through the door, looking around at all the ponies around the speakers, and raised a hoof to his shades, moving them down from his eyes, taking in the view, and fully coming to grips with what he was looking at. This was definitely going to get in the way of his next side job. "Awww, come on. I'm supposed to be playing here in TWO DAYS!" He sighed, and cantered over to the bar, pulling out a stool, and plopping down in his usual seat, and pulling his amber shades off, and setting them on the counter, and rubbing his head with a hoof, glancing back at the ponies working on the speakers. "And I still gotta buy Treble a birthday present. Hey, Barkeep, can I get a cup of coffee for starters? Long day at the shop, and all."
  21. Liberty Pooooort, Liberty Pooooooooort!

  22. It was just a few hours till noon, and Deep Bass was awkwardly fumbling with the key to the record store that he had been working for the last few months. It had been a long night of songwriting for the multi-talented musical pegasus, which had seriously cut into his sleeping time. He didn't like opening the shop, but Mr. Hooveston had come to rely on his musical knowledge, and had previously mentioned a promotion being in the works for him. After a few seconds of heated battle, Bass finally managed to get the key into the lock, and open up the door. He slowly pushed the door open, allowing it to swing closed behind him. He went over to the register, and unlocked it with no less struggle than the door. After making sure that the proper amount of bits was in the register to give proper change for a decent portion of the day's purchases, he cantered back to the door and flipped the sign to say that "Rock and Rhythm Records" was open for business. Bass sat on the ground behind the counter, and waited for the day's first customers. After a few minutes of nopony walking in, he decided to put some music on. He left from behind the counter, and headed toward the rock section. It was still too early for anything too heavy, so he decided on a record by Neighday Parade. He took the record between his teeth, and went back to the sales side of the counter, setting the record on top. Then, he proceeded to pull a record player out from under the counter. He placed the record on the player, and dropped the needle. Almost immediately, the sounds of alternative rock filled the shop. Bass sat patiently behind the counter, shades over his bloodshot eyes, and tapped his hooves in time with the song, waiting patiently for the usual crowd of DJ's or music junkies to flock to the shop.
  23. Really hate having to be gone for so long. Going to miss this awesome community while I'm underway.

  24. However, the good news is that a lot of chapters for my fic are going to come out of this.
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