It was an ordinary day for Vinyl Scratch as she walked home from the office. As well as being one of the most popular Disc Jockeys in Equestria, she held the title of High Administrator. Among the duties the Princesses and Vinyl had to deal with, one of the more pressing were the problem of the Paramite Confederacy, a nation constantly making trouble. Usually, Vinyl took care of it, but her words would not sway the new empress as easily as they did the last.

"I miss the old Equestria…before the need for an administrator"she thought. When she finally arrived at her house, she was greeted by a cacophonous noise and a Pinkie Pie shaped hole in her front door."Care to use the front door!" Vinyl hollered at Pinkie.

"Nope! I was in a hurry!" Pinkie Shouted back. Vinyl stepped forward and retook control of her equipment from Pinkie Pie, and turned the blaring noises into a smooth and connected mix

"What are your trying to do Pinkie."

"Producing! Just like you DJ"

"You got most of it right…you were a little off on this one though." Upon hearing this, Pinkie flattened her ears in sadness. She looked up at Vinyl with big, teary eyes. "I guess I'll never be as good as you."

"Don't say things like that Pinkie….Im sure-"

She was cut off by a knock at the door. Vinyl peered through the hole to see who it was. It was Ditzy Doo, the neighborhood mail pony. "Hey Guys! I've got mail for…..Vinyl Scratch!"

"And I've got a muffin for you, bubbles" Vinyl Scratch threw her a banana nut muffin. Ditzy threw her the mail in return. "Got any time to spare today?"

"No, I got three full bags to deliver to Appleoosa." Ditzy said with a tired sigh.

"All the way out there! Mr. Stamp is crazy."

"The mail can't fail" With that Ditzy flew off to finish her job.

Vinyl Scratch opened her letter. It was a notice that they needed her to be at the office to finish a treaty for the paramites. She thought for a minute, an idea formulation in her head. She took off her glasses, letting her deep red eyes drift toward Pinkie.

"How would you like to go in my place at AppleJam tonight? You're an amazing DJ and I think its time you got some recognition. And I have some things to do at the office." Vinyl asked, knowing the answer.

Pinkie stuttered and rambled, trying to form coherent words. Finally, she sputtered out, "Y-Y-You want m-me to do your show! I WOULD BE HONORED! OKIE DOKIE LOKIE!" She ran off leaving a trail of words behind her,"Im gonna tap the rainbow reactor, and put on a light show, and ask Kelly what…." She finally ran out of earshot. Vinyl smiled, knowing that she was going to rock everypony's world. "Everypony except for me that is." She sighed and left to pull Equestria back from the brink of war.

It was about midnight when Vinyl Scratch finally left the office. The bright lights of Sweet Apple Acres still lit the sky like a flashlight in a dark world. She wondered how Applejack and Big Mac were going to pay the energy bills for such a amazing light show. Then she remembered what Pinkie pie said about tapping the rainbow factories reactor. "That crazy pony…." She mumbled to herself. She reached her house. It want a house, but actually a 2 million bit mansion, complete with a recording studio, pool, even a garden. All of this was underground. So far down underground that her friend Octavia helped build a bomb shelter for her with her unusual knowledge of construction. Vinyl never used most of her house though. It was too much for her. She often used the extra space to give some of the homeless ponies around town a place to sleep for a night or two, and even then, there was too much space.

Vinyl Scratch found herself staring at her front door. "Even her hair….how does she do that…." She stepped into her house and cleared away the splinters of her broken door using her magic. She climbed down the stairs into her relaxation chamber. She slipped into her red velvet robe, grabbed a cup of coffee, and put in her "enhancers" as she called them. Two sugar cubes, one tablespoon of cream. No more, no less. She thumbed through a pile of CDs, and picked one she found herself listening to a lot. "Adagio for strings: Lyra-Octavia Duet, in G minor" Vinyl had a lot of odd musical selections that Pinkie Pie gave to her on occasion. She popped it in, and plopped down into her beanbag chair. With a sip of her coffee, she began to fall asleep to the sweet sounds of lyre and bass.

(Im new to this place and the notions of fan fictions. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Thanks!)