Descriptive Essay - Original Writing
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Sep 4th, 2015
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Turning around and focusing on the crowd, I slipped on my headphones again, and blocked out every single thought that tried to worm its way in my head. I practically lost myself as I really did give these ponies a time of their life: I cranked up the volume and bass, though not to distorted levels, and improvised a sick remix to go with the track that was playing; and it worked out to say the least. There wasn’t any thought of her at all, only doing what I do best: Being a DJ.
Rocking the it all to smithereens, I gave one final, slow beat when the song ended, and, during it, dimmed the spotlights to make it completely dark, only to dim them back up again. That’s when everypony clapped and cheered, even whistling at me for the grand performance. I stood up on my hindhooves and put my hooves up in the air with a legit smile.
It wasn’t long till everypony started walking off the dance floor, looking back at me with a smile of appreciate, or something like that. When the dance floor was mostly cleared, I began to pack up my set, and go see Neon before I headed back to my hotel. But I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. I knew I wouldn’t be back at the room by two, just as I had promised Octavia. It would be way later than that promise.
A voice from the dance floor spoke to me. “Vinyl…? Can we talk?”
What? Did she seriously just ask me that? Oh, Celestia, I better not say or do anything that I’d regret.
I looked at her; and when I did, it was as if everything that had…
Rocking the it all to smithereens, I gave one final, slow beat when the song ended, and, during it, dimmed the spotlights to make it completely dark, only to dim them back up again. That’s when everypony clapped and cheered, even whistling at me for the grand performance. I stood up on my hindhooves and put my hooves up in the air with a legit smile.
It wasn’t long till everypony started walking off the dance floor, looking back at me with a smile of appreciate, or something like that. When the dance floor was mostly cleared, I began to pack up my set, and go see Neon before I headed back to my hotel. But I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. I knew I wouldn’t be back at the room by two, just as I had promised Octavia. It would be way later than that promise.
A voice from the dance floor spoke to me. “Vinyl…? Can we talk?”
What? Did she seriously just ask me that? Oh, Celestia, I better not say or do anything that I’d regret.
I looked at her; and when I did, it was as if everything that had…