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Vinyl and The Ravenous Raving Rodents
Flashfic: Vinyl and the Ravenous Raving Rodents
So the sun’s setting as I’m walking down the street, fewer and fewer ponies passing by as I’m headed toward my next gig. Some might say my advertising methods are bogus, but hey, when you’re just now starting on a career and hoping to make it big, the bulletin boards on the main streets of Canterlot is where square one is at. It wasn’t a bad idea either, business has been rolling steady; ponies simply call the number they see on the flyer, we chat about a time and place, and we’re set. Though there was a couple funny things about the call I got to come to the address given this time around.
For one, the dude sounded all panicky, as if someone were holding a Saturday-night special to his head while we spoke. Then again the colt’s rushed words mixed in with his husky voice meant it could’ve been anything, probably running late for something. Maybe he was c