Stargazer Nights

Changed again x3 I wanted to go through and figure out his DJ look, like for when he's performing, since I hadn't yet done that. This is this DJ BassClef. :3

With his grin on, and a newly enthusiastic voice, he shouted back "I'm right here bro!" Bass picked up his pace a bit, and looked around as he moved, noticing that they were moving right toward what seemed like the center of the floor, though he couldn't be absolutely sure. "Hm.. What's Kaz planning?"

"Well, you're a dude, so it's diff-" Bass began to say, but realized it was too late, and the other Stallion had already began moving away. "Ah, buck it. Just imagine you're on stage. Mares love the DJ mode." The tan unicorn put on his DJ grin, which was relatively similar to that of the esteemed DJ PON-3, and trailed behind the moving stallion ahead of him, with a step of either new-found, or pseudo-confidence - which one it truly is will soon show through.

I changed my profile pic, figured it would fit the current scene of the RP where he is right now, too. x3

Bass stood next to the other unicorn, and nervously looked over the mares he gestured to. With a bit of a stutter, and a shake of his head he says, "Oh, I dunno.. W-well, first of all, about the inhibitions thing... I can only be like that from behind my turntable, I just get choked up when talking one on one sometimes.." He turned away in embarrassment realizing he opened up like that to somepony he barely knows. "What are you saying?! What about your image! Er, well this stallion seems pretty trustworthy, I suppose. Just uh, don't go any further tonight, I suppose."

Bass followed along, and finished his drink in a single gulp, and under his breath, as he's being pulled out onto the dance floor by his white unicorn counterpart, mumbles to himself while eyeing over all the mares, "f-flirt? Oh, I hope I don't screw something up."

Listening to them right now, actually. x] I do enjoy them quite a bit. I have a decent number of their songs on my iPod... and I really enjoy their cover of Lynyrd Skynyrd's Simple Man.

"Ah, gotcha. So, Kaz, how long you been in Baltimare?" Bass asks, attempting to continue the conversation, as he wants to avoid his thoughts. He then floats his mugs up to his lips, and take a swig. "Ah, good stuff." He says, to nopony in particular as he awaits a response.

Bass snapped out of his thoughts, and looked to the pony. "Hm? Cider? Ah, good idea. I've got bits, so these can be on me!" He tried his best to remain psyched, but his thoughts kept their place in the back of his mind. He then turned to the bar, and ordered a couple of glasses for the both of them. Floating the glass over to the pony, Bass spoke up again, "I, uh, still don't think I caught your name, dude."

Bass cocked his head at the pony, and chuckled. "The show's just beginning; you've got plenty of time to go meet her, dude!" He himself hadn't really been in too many relationships, though, since he was always travelling, but he was considering trying to change that sometime. After all, he was just a normal pony, and still prone to get lonely eventually, even if his DJ attitude didn't show it. He then turned to the side to ponder these ideas for a few moments.

Bass could tell the pony was speaking to him, though he couldn't quite make out what he said. Either way, he seemed to be enjoying himself, and Bass was too. He had to go talk to the DJ after the show, for sure! That was for later, though. At this moment, he noticed the pony had turned to look at some mare across the floor, and he leaned up close to him to be sure the pony heard him when he asked "You know her?"

Bass chuckled, and the pony's smile raised his spirits a little. "Nope, the shows starts here in a minute, actually. Heh, you look like you really want to make an impression with that outfit." He cracked a smile, and as an aura of dark orange came over his horn, the door to the club swung open. "Shall we make an entrance?" He adds, his hyped up DJ attitude quickly returning to him, and his new disposition became quickly visible.

Right as he was about to push his way inside, Bass noticed that same pony whom he'd seen twice already that day- the one who refused his earlier offer of going with him. In a state of surprise, Bass jumped back a little, and stammered, "H-Hey, it's y-you. Dude, I thought you said you weren't gonna come." He looks over the flashy pony who was sprinting toward him, and is utterly confused. He thought he heard the pony deny his offer, anyway, so why was he here?

Bass finally made his way over to the dim, dark looking building with the flashing neon sign that read "MusicMare" in bright stencil lettering with a picture of an eighth note hanging next to it. He stood there for a minute, took a breath in, thought "Showing up alone. Not good for publicity. You have a career to think about, Oh whatever.", and released his breath. He then stood there for a few more moments, something holding him back from entering the club.

The DJ just stood there, bewildered by the other ponies' behavior. He then began to wonder if everypony in Baltimare was going to be so eccentric. While he stood there, he began to wonder if the ponies just wanted to avoid him, or what. He had tried to be friendly... Did he say something wrong? Then, he decided he should probably just keep moving, or he'd be late... or worse, he may run into more odd ponies. His DJ disposition vanished, and was replaced by his more nervous personal attitude. "Uh, alright then." He mumbles nearly inaudibly as he began his way back down the alley, and toward the club, hoping he maybe, just maybe, could find somepony there that he could make sense of, and possible hang with. The club was his favorite setting, after all.

As Bass entered the alley, he noticed something odd... A congregation of three other ponies, one of which he immediately recognized- the one with whom he shared a cutie mark. He stops, and upon peering over the other two ponies, one who looked homeless, and very dirty, and one who just overall looked upset, he decides to speak up, putting his personal act away, and his DJ mindset on. "Hey dudes, is everything alright here? You guys kind of look like you could use some help." Before waiting for a response he continues, "I was just heading up to see a show at MusicMare, and I have plenty of bits, if you guys needed a place to chill for a while. It's gonna be a sick show... I know the DJ, he's a pretty cool dude. Seriously, I don't generally like showing up at places alone anyway..."

"Wow, This really was worth the bits!" Bass exclaimed to himself in the rather unkempt motel room, where he was working. After taking a look at the time he realized the show at MusicMare he planned to attend as a guest was going to start shortly. "Well, looks like I should start heading to out. It's dark in this room anyway, and I could use some fresh air. It should be a decent walk there." Once again, the carefree DJ was roaming the ever busy streets of Baltimare. This time though, he choose to go through an alleyway to reach his destination. "Why not?" he thinks to himself, as he slowly goes along the street.

Of course it is! Everypony wants to get with a chill, awesome, party lovin' Music Pony. Too bad, haha! xD

I'm sort of just winging it for Bass right now, as he generally doesn't tend to need to be anywhere during the days... It's more of a nightlife kind of thing with him... so unless the time passes or something he'll more or less just tend to wander the city unless stopped by somepony, or he's at his table creating new mixes. >.> Not much for him to do with no social connnections thus far, heh. (Maybe in the future he'll decided to find a permanent place in Baltimare, if he gains some reason to stay. wink wink. x3)

Indeed you do. xD Not much in the way of time has passed, but quite a bit has happened. Ponies tend t really enjoy the cafe, apparently. >.> xD

Bass finally reached his destination... or at least, a destination... Some small music shop. He had quite a few bits from the signing bonus, so he thought he might as well pick himself up a new mixing table, as his old one was breaking down from the combination of constant use and drinks spilled on it during shows. He walked inside, picked up the model he was looking for, and levitating it in front of him as he exited the store, he began his way back to his motel where he was staying, so he could give it a nice test run. As he walked, he was trying his hardest to maintain a laid back disposition, but he couldn't help but crack a smile in excitement of his new piece of equipment. "So sweet! This model just came out two days ago!"

Bass furrowed his brow. He hesitated before responding unsure of himself, "Oh, uhm alright. I guess." He turned his attention away from the other pony, assuming the conversation would be over right there, and began to walk away slowly, back in the direction he'd been originally heading. "Well this has been odd," he thinks to himself as he goes.

Bass peered over at the worried looking pony, and instinctively remained calm- he was a rather laid back DJ pony, after all. "Ah nah dude, I'm fine, just messed up my mane a bit.. more than it already was... ahem, anyway. No, I'm fine. You, on the other hoof, look really worried, I'd normally have the perfect wubs for this, but my equipment is at the studio... Anyway, yeah, is somethin' wrong, dude?"

Bass decided to head back toward the cafe, as that was the place he recognized most, but in the midst of his cheerful humming, and happy trot, he noticed a panicked looking pony running straight toward him, and jumped out of the way at the last second before they collided. A somewhat distatsteful "Whoa!" escaped him, and he stepped aside to adjust his messed up mane. "Hmph. Odd" He thinks to himself.

Bass trotted back out from the producer's studio with an ecstatic expression on his face, a look of victory. He had just gotten signed to produce under a Hoofbeats Record label, and decided he may as well go celebrate before his next show the following night. He continues on down the street, humming a simple little melody that came to mind, while he thinks of a place to go celebrate. He then stops, and realizes that he doesn't know the city very well, being he just arrived last weekend, and wonders which way to head. "Oh dang, um, I'm on Mane Street, so I should head.... uhm.."