Rave walked around town. He really didn't know where he was going, he was too nervous. That night he was going to be deejaying at a party, but not just any party. A couple of very important ponies were going to be there. He considered quitting, but then thought that would give an even worse impression than failing miserably. He decided something sugary would help, and he made his way to sugarcube corner, his lumenescant mane and tail glowing even in the daylight.