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Lights down low, bass turned up. Vinyl Scratch adjusted the rims of her purple-tinted glasses, gazing down at the dance floor filled with ponies ready to break it down to the beats she was about to lay down. A sly grin crossed her face as she spun a record on her hoof with a bit of help from her unicorn magic, then slipped it on to the twin turntable in front of her. Ponies ready to dance, beats ready to blast. She could see the ponies prancing in anticipation as she made a few last-second adjustments on the turntable, then lowered her glasses slightly, revealing her vibrant red irises. "Perfect," Vinyl Scratch said quietly before taking a