The lights dimmed and turned to Bass, as the young Disk Jockey took the mic from his preceding act. A nod to the crowd, and an aura surrounding his horn, he started a quiet beat on his mixer as he grinned and yelled into the mic, "Alright Everypony. A special thanks to DJ Break-B3AT for starting us off tonight, but how about we get this club really really jumpin'?!" As soon as he finished the question, just like he planned, the Beat kicked, and the wubs started flying. He levitated the headset up to his ears, and began running through his routine. "Everything is going great. Keep it up."
He made it through the first few tracks without incident. The crowd was roaring, the crew's setup was holding up to the blasting force of the music, and the police haven't burst in yet to break up a drunk fight. Yes, everything was going well indeed. He just needed to keep it up for a few more hours, and about 30 more tracks, then he can worry. Then he can deal with the problem he left in bed at the apartment he was staying at. Just a few more hours....