Well here we go with this. Oh and BIG thank you to thunderhawk6894 for letting me use his OC.

Chapter 1: Arriving in Ponyville

"Last stop. Everyone off the train!. That means you too punk."

I felt something nudge me and I woke up. I saw a conductor standing next to me.

"What?" I replied.

"This is the last stop, Ponyville. So get off the train punk."

Normally anypony would get pretty mad if they were called that but I actually do look like a punk. More really much like a metal head in my opinion. I had a dark coat with a red and black mane and tail with a cutie mark of a jagged silver music note. I got up and stretched my wings.

"The name's Sharp Streak!" I told him.

I grabbed my bass and bag and walked onto the platform.

"So this is Ponyville. Well then I better find this DJ Pon-3 to see what she wants with me."

I moved out to the street looking for anything that looked like a club. After walking for what seemed to be half an hour, I decided to take a break at this sweets shop. I walked up to the counter where a Pink pony was working with her back to me.

"Hello, can you tell me where I can find a DJ Pon-3?"

The pink pony turned to face me. "Sure I can tell-" She immediately gasped when she saw me.

"What is there something wrong with me?" I asked.

The pink mare quickly controlled herself. "No silly its not that. Its just that I've never seen you before here. So what were you saying, something about Pon-3?

"Yes, she sent me a letter saying that she wanted to see me. Can you tell me where I can find her?"

"So YOU'RE that Sharp Streak she's been talking about! Its about time you got here. C'mon I'll take you to her. Im Pinkie Pie by the way."

I followed her until we reached a building that just screamed out club. I said good bye to Pinkie Pie and walked in. The room was actually pretty big with tables surrounding an open area for dancing in front of a stage. I walked up to the stage and saw the set up. It was the most complex I had ever seen (Not that I ever worked one anyway). I was just about to call for someone when I heard the door open.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Hey!" It was a Blue stallion that had walked in. He had a brown mane that seemed to graze the top of his eyes and a tail of the same color. He also had a bass clef as a cutie mark. I jumped off the stage to talk with him.

"Sup Im Sharp Streak. Im looking for DJ Pon-3, Do you know her by any chance?

"Oh yeah, Vinyl told me she was out in the market getting some CDs. Im Blue Bass but most people call me 'Ace'.

"So you play bass too Ace?" I said remarking about his cutie mark.

"Oh no I actually play guitar. I just sing bass. Soo how about you?" He replied also remarking my cutie mark.

"Oh thats just for my taste in music. Im a bit of a metal head. I sing tenor though quite exceptionally."

"Really then, care to show me?" He asked.

"Sure." I went up to the stage and plugged my bass in. "Hey do you have a jack for an mp3 player?" I asked.

"Yeah." Replied Ace "Its on the counter next to the turn table." I grabbed my iPod from my bag and plugged it in. I pressed play and walked up to the mic while the track played.

(Bold is Streak, Normal is backing track, Italics is harmonies w/ track.)

He who makes a beast out of himself.

Gets rid of the pain of being a stallion.

I paused to take a breath and let out a long note as I started playing.

Caught here in a fiery blaze.

Won't lose my will to stay.

I tri-e-i-e-ied to travel through the night.

The heat stroke ridden weather,

the barren empty sights.

No oasis here to seee.

The sand is speaking deathless words to me.

Can't you help me as Im starting to burn.

Too many doses and im starting to get an attraction.

My confidence is leaving me on my own

All alone. No one can save me and you

know I don't want the attraction.

(I slow down and sing in a sweet tone.)

I'm sorry you're not here

I've been sane too long my visions now unclear.

Now take a trip with me

But don't be surprised if things aren't what they seem.

I've known it from the start,

All these good ideas will tear your brain apart.

Scared but you, you follow me,

I'm too weird to live but much to rare to die.

"What do you think." I asked.

"Its not really my style but I think its alright." Ace replied.

"I think its just the pony I was looking for." Said a voice from the door way.

It was DJ Pon-3. The silver unicorn walked in up to the stage. and stepped onto the stage and bro-hoofed me.

"I was wondering when you would get here. I sent the letter like 3 weeks ago."

"Eh sorry about that. So what is it that's so important?"

"Well with the turnout recently I've gotten more and more ponies coming to party here and some are more darker than others, and well..."

"You need some more live entertainment that will fit their shade." I said finishing her sentence. "Sure I'll be more than glad to help you out. I just need a band to play with."

"Well there's more than a few ponies who you can play with here." She said. "Im sure you can form some sort of band. Until then, you can probably help DJ a few nights. Oh and there's a room upstairs here that you can stay in. I actually live in a house about a block from here so Im not too far."

"Ok thanks Pon-3." I said as she and Ace were leaving.

"Please call me Vinyl Scratch." She smirked.

"Ok see ya." I said as they closed the door.

I grabbed my bag and set my bass on a stand on stage. I found the room and got myself settled in. I looked outside and saw how dark it had gotten. I got in my new bed and relaxed myself ready for the next day.

Oh man that was long. Theres the first chapter everypony. And Im going to take OCs for the band. Just send me a PM of what your character will look like, who they are, what they are and most importantly, what they play.

Again special thanks to thunderhawk6894 for allowing me to use his OC.

Song "Bat Country" by Avenged Sevenfold