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Hey guys I was thinking about a new story for you guys. Here's a preview of the first chapter! leave comments on your thoughts of me posting it, thanks and love you all.

The bass was booming, shaking the whole stage. I was playing one of my newest Compositions. I couldn't hear myself think, I could barely care less though. I was in my element.

People used to be reluctant to let a 16 year old orphan DJ play at a club for them, but I had taken care of that a long time ago. That's a story for another time though.

It was probably 1:23 am. The music came to a stop. I was panting, sweating and all of the usual bullshit that comes with doing the things you love.

I wave my friend Toby over. He nervously trotted over to where the turntable was standing threw his headphones over his neck.

I gave the brown stallion a reassuring at on the back and picked up the microphone that was laying by the computer, looking over the audience.

"I want to tell all of you something... I love you all... This is all I've ever dreamed about... This is DJ Hate Life, saying never loose the heat and keep the fucking beat!!!" I yelled, the crowd rose up with screams and feral cheering.

I waved my hands a couple times and it got dead silent. Raising the microphone back to my lips, I spoke again, "Now Put Yo FUCKIN HOOVES TOGETHER FOOOOOR DJ Rage!!!" The crowd went wild. I turned to look at him.

He mouthed the words "thank you" towards me and I gave him the microphone. He gave his best smile and looked over the crowd. "This is mah first thing so show me if y'all like it by dancin yo fucking brains out!!!"

I heard the music starting as I was walking off of the stage.

I was only sixteen and couldn't legally drink, luckily the ponies at these kinds of parties just don't give a shit.

As I trotted past the ponies, occasionally pushing ponies aside. There were usually ponies between 16-30 here. Usually the younger ones get past the bouncer with a well made fake ID.

I reached the bar, it was just a few counters put together, but it fit the atmosphere of this place perfectly. There were a row of dark green (almost black) seats adorning the side of the bar counter.

The manager was sitting in one, daintily sipping on his usual Applejack Daniels. I plopped down in a seat next to him. He looked over at me and smiled, tossing a hoof over my shoulder.

"Son, your makin me richer'an Filthy Rich himself!" He yelled over the music.

"Not your son, bro! What about my pay?!" I yelled over the music, making myself heard to the larger inebriated stallion next to me.

He winked at giving two clucks of his tongue and went under his seat. He pulled out a saddlebag that looked like it was bulging, setting it on the counter.

He grinned at my facial expression.

"How much is in there?!" I asked.

"I dunno, but it's gotta good weight to it!" He answered.

That's all I needed to here. "Just have Jerry to bring it over to my place, tomorrow!" I yelled over the music again. He nodded in reply. He picked up the bag and passed me a hoofful of bits.

"Awe fuck yeah!" I exclaimed.

"Don't get too drunk!" He yelled over the music. With that he left me to my underage drinking.

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I was a bit buzzed now, but not completely wasted like I'd wanted to be. I was out of bits too.

"Well fuck looks like my nights up, see ya Benji," I said to the barkeeper behind the counter.

He looked at me and spoke, "Kid, don't tell anyone you got drunk here, tell them you got drunk from your father liquor cabinet or something," he said, rubbing the counter off with a dirty rag.

"Well bye to you too and I won't, not even that drunk bro," I said, walking forward.

He looked away and went to the back. I turned around and instantly knocked somepony over.

"Shit sorry bro," I apologized quickly.

"O-oh its okay," came the soft, feminine voice below me.

I was surprised, though I was drunk so I really was just going on a wing and not thinking clearly. I would've been surprised if a bird was sitting on a branch.

I backed up off her and stuck out a hoof. She hesitantly grabbed it and I pulled her up. She was pretty hot, and didn't look much older.

"Hey, do I know you from somewhere?" She asked.

The music had cut off a couple minutes ago and I hadn't noticed the long line beginning to be formed in front of the door.

I looked to her for a minute, studying her facial features. Though that was a lost cause, the lighting in the club was way to dark for that stuff.

"Um hello?" She asked, waving a hoof in front of my face.

"Whoa, wha?!" I snapped out of my drunken trance and looked to her.

She giggled at me and looked me in the eye. Or I assumed, couldn't really tell because of the light or lack of.

"I asked you If I new you, your voice sounds familiar."

"Oh yeah, you probably don't know me personally, but I'm better known as DJ Hate Life...."

She stared at me with what seemed like disbelief. "Prove it," she said gesturing to the turnable at the center of the stage. "Do a dubstep show for me," she commanded.

"Well I would, but what's in it for me?" I asked teasingly.

"Oh if you're my favorite DJ, I'll make it worth your while."

I wanted to just straight up say yes, but I had to play it cool.

"K, but wait til everypony leaves."

She screeched excitedly, and grappled me in a hug.

"Hey, babe I don't do hugs. Unless that's what you're planning to do in bed," I said bluntly.

"Oh," she said flatly. I felt a little bad for hurting her feelings, but not much. She needed to learn that I was way too cool for that sappy shit.

"So are you gonna play it or what?" She asked.

"I said when everypony left I would."

She gave a, "heh em," and gestured toward the door, to which nopony was standing.

"Hehe...oh," I blushed, showing my embarrassment. "Lemme, go get the lights," I said, gaining back my confidence.

"Oh let me do that," she said. Her horn flickered with a light blue aura.

'a unicorn, of course," I thought to myself. I knew this would be a good night, or rather morning. I'd really never gotten to know a unicorn yet.

A few seconds later the lights came on, a pair of stunning blue eyes stared at me. She was a beautiful white unicorn, by far more beautiful than most of the usual rave ponies that come here.

"Ya like wacha see?" She teased.

I felt my cheeks go red and quickly turned to the stage. 'hot, was all I could think at the moment. It was true, she had a black and green mane that severely contrasted her coat, but she was gorgeous in her own way.

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[brony laughsatme]

Shit I just realized mistakes... (Hands)

*hits himself with a bat*

This is not going to be anthro stuff that I'm not good at it...