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A series of loud bangs echoed from the hallway and into Vinyl's bedroom, barely disturbing the sleeping DJ who remained dead to the world and snoring loudly on her back. The knocks came again, a set of three slow and deliberate raps of a hoof on wood, but it only served to cause her right rear leg to twitch in rhythm, the snore breaking off with a snort and being replaced with incoherent mumblings as her dream shifted into a fantasy rave. "Do you have to knock so loud?" A muffled voice crept in from under the door. It sounded groggy and pained, as if its owner was loathed to be there at all. "Maybe she's already gone to breakfast. Let's just

The concert hall sat in silence as the last few notes coming from the orchestra on the stage reverberated through the building, the audience waiting until they died down. Unable to contain themselves right to the end, however, the various ponies of the Orchestra barely managed to pull themselves out of their final motions before an uproar of hoof beats and stomps drowned out the fading music. Octavia pulled her bow away from her cello and glanced up at the audience, taking in the site of hundreds of ponies stomping their hooves in applause. It never ceased to amaze her that despite their joyous exuberance in showing their approval of the per

It wasn't unusual the morning after a gig for Vinyl to sleep right on through it. She would often wake up in the early afternoon, have a shower and then typically go foraging for food wherever she may find it. But occasionally she'd find that she wasn't able to get comfortable; her sleep would be restless and she'd drift in and out of dreams. With a grunt of annoyance, the DJ brought her hooves to her eyes and rubbed at them, deciding she was having one of those mornings. Although she was still tired, she just couldn't get back into a restful state and so gave up; letting out a wide yawn and slowly rolling off the couch she was sprawled out

 "You need to start displaying a more diverse taste in music. Our demographic surveys have suggested that your audience aren't solely interested in loud, up-beat noise. So, we're having you attend this year's music convention in Canterlot. You'll mix and mingle with other ponies who have interests not only in club music, but also hip, hop, rock and roll, and even classical. This'll be good for you, Vinyl; perhaps you'll even be able to make new fans…" That was how it happened. The conversation still repeated itself in Vinyl's head, her mind doing a perfect impression of a rewind on her turntables. She groaned silently to herself as she

Each of the three subspecies of Ponies had their capitals. The Unicorns had Canterlot, the Earth Ponies had Manehatten. The Pegasus had Cloudsdale. The cloud city was separate from the other two, however, as only Pegasus could actually live there, the plush clouds and altitudes only accessible by flight unless powerful, uncommon magic was used. Because of the inaccessibility, other cloud cities made an effort to benefit from the contributions of the other ponies. They lowered the altitude of their cities, bringing the clouds closer to the ground and interacting with the ground bound ponies of Equestria. Fresh produce and intricate works of a