My name is Vinyl Scratch. I am a white unicorn, with a blue mane. My Cutie Mark is a musical note. Every night, I go on stage as DJ P0n-3, master of the beat. Oh, yeah: and I'm as deaf as a dead pony.
Lots of ponies don't know my condition. Most of them assume that I can hear the music I play with such skill. I can see them talking, laughing, and cheering. Some talk to me, not knowing I haven't heard a word in over 8 years.
What's that? You want the story of how I went deaf? Well, it's no heroic epic, but alright.
I stepped onto the stage once more. This was only my fifth week as the DJ of Ponyville's top night club, a position I had ben trying to obtain for many months now.
"Alright, everypony, who's ready to party with DJ P0n-3!" I yelled.
I heard cheers in response. Glorious, joyful cheers. I had picked up on ways to excite a crowd, having been taught by the old DJ of the club. I put two vinyl records onto the turntable and pulled down my glasses, concealing my violet eyes with a deep blue to match my mane. My horn glowed, and the strobe lights and disco ball both activated, showering the room with rainbow-colored lights.
The party, like usual, lasted long into the night. Then somepony started talking about a missing guest, and I stopped the music to help look. Around the same time, some brown Earth-pony with an hourglass Cutie Mark entered the place. I didn't think anything of it, until he ordered me to keep playing the beats, and to not stop until he told me to. I almost argued, but I decided it was best to keep ponies entertained rather than panicked.
About 5 minutes later, the pony came running back in, chasing a black mare with her Cutie Mark blotted out. The mare seemed to be incredibly annoyed by the music... and it stuck to the ceiling to hide itself. The Earth-pony ordered the immediate evacuation of the building, under the name of the Shadow Proclamation. I didn't understand what the hay was going on, but I helped get the guests out. He told me to go, too, but I didn't listen.
The last thing I heard was some weird screwdriver thing turning the volume up to about 20 times it's normal maximum. I... I think I screamed, but I heard nothing. It hurt so much. The black mare exploded into a thousand tiny blobs, but I barely recognized anything outside of the pain of having my eardrums pop. As if that weren't bad enough, my glasses shattered under the force of the sonic, and I nearly went blind to boot.
The Earth-pony left, without even giving me his name. He called Nurse Redheart to help me. I was hospitalized for 2 weeks while they tried to protect my eyes and ears from any further injury as they recovered. Lots of ponies - friends, family, fans - came to visit me and talk to me, but they'd all heard the news. I was deaf. Forever.
So, here we are, in the present day. I told you my story was no heroic one. I didn't listen to an order, and then I could never listen to anything again. Life stinks sometimes, yeah. But, here I am. My friends helped me to get back on stage after 2 long, boring months of figuring out how to get past a lot of the difficulties of my new disability. I still have trouble sometimes, like when I misread somepony's lips, but it's not really too hard anymore. I got some new shades, of course. I really only miss one thing these days.
I will never hear anypony cheer.
