A/N: Well I'm posting my first Transformers fanfic on here! YAY! Anyway you can interpret this little plot bunny however you want but it could be considered fluff. I just think Blaster and Soundwave are awesome together! I hope I didn't butcher Blaster's cool speech with my failed attempt at it.

Fandom: Transformers

Universe: G1 (FTW)

Characters: Blaster and Soundwave in alt. mode

Warnings: Misuse of sound

Disclaimer: I don't own the song mentioned or anything of transformers except for the second movie some of the comic books.

Outside a downtown New York club, on the rooftop of an adjacent building, sat a small cassette player colored navy blue and white next to a red, 80's styled boombox. The ear-shattering vibrations coming from the open entry way somehow made the cassette player quiver to the beat. The heavy bass of the song changed to the softer progressive house beat of DeadMau5's song "Not Exactly".

The play button on the boombox pressed down as if an invisible person pushed on it. A disembodied, computerized voice came out from the speakers, saying,"Damn that beat sound'd nice to my audios! I gotta admit humans sure do have good musical tastes!"

"Blaster: You are right in this one aspect."

"Sure is somethin' ta hear comin' from a 'Con such as yerself."

"Autobot: not as bad as once thought."

"I can change yer mind on more than jus' music."

"Query: how would Blaster achieve that?"

"Like this." The boombox slid behind the cassette player and started releasing high frequency soundwaves that caused the the cassette player to shutter. The cassette player involuntarily mewled as the vibrations coursed through its body. The boombox chuckled,"See like that. I'm not done jus' yet."

"Con-conjecture: Mind changed. Unnecessary for more: point made. Soundwave understands. " The cassette player's voice crackled out as it spoke.

"Oh no! I'm not done jus' yet with ya!" The boombox transformed into its root mode and grabbed the cassette player. Chuckling he sent another blast into the cassette player and received the same reaction from it. The trembling cassette was so caught up in the pulsing waves that it could not form any coherent thoughts.

A sly smile played on Blaster's lip plates. Sometimes music had more than one usage besides listening to.

"This torture: unnecessary."

"I'd have ta say I disagree with ya here."