((You are ‘Audacity Pony’))

“No, I don’t want to leave!”
“It’s nice and warm in here!”
“I need my music!
“What’s happening?
“I’m getting sucked out! 
“No! No no no! I’ll never fit through there!
>You kick and wail as you slowly leave the soundcard, clinging onto loops desperately
>You start to feel cramped as you squish into the quarter-inch jack
>You let go of the loop and give in to the harsh pull from the plug
“No…” You say helplessly
>You slip through the quarter-inch and squish even smaller into a 3.5mm
“Ow!”


((You are Anon))
>‘POW!’
>Your right speaker blows out
>Most of the crowd in the bar abruptly shuts up for a moment
“Sorry everyone! I’ll have to cut it short tonight!” You yell over the mic
>The crowd of drunk, wasted assholes boos and sneers at you
>You close your laptop and stuff it in your bag
“Hey! Can you help me cart this stuff to my truck?” You yell at a friend
>“Yeah sure.”
>Your friend picks up each speaker and carries them out the door
>You stuff your laptop and your cables into your bag, grab your Traktor s4 in one arm, and put your 35 unit under the other and follow him
“Hey thanks man.”
>“No problem, hope you can get a replacement soon.”
“Yeah… I don’t quite understand it myself, I wasn’t clipping or distorting at all.”
>“Shit happens.”
“Yeah, I guess so, see you tomorrow.”
>You toss the speakers in the back of the truck and get in the drivers seat
“I hope I get my fucking pay…” You mumble as you turn the key
>The truck starts with a fierce rumble
>You drive into an underground parking lot and park your truck into a spot near the elevator
>You grab the speakers and your bag, get into the elevator, and travel up to your condo
>You plop down everything onto the floor
“What a shitty night.”
>You flop on the bed and pull out your phone
>12:30am
>Shit, it’s not even late and you’re tired
>Either that or you drank something…
>You have a few texts from some buddies, asking you what happened
“Ah leave me the fuck alone.” You say to yourself
>You get off of the bed and grab a beer from the fridge
>Being a local DJ doesn’t really pay well
>And you have no idea how much this speaker fuck-up is going to cost you
>You take a sip of your beer
>The blown out speaker started to shake 
>You almost spit your beer out
>The speaker started rattling and jumping around frantically
>You back up instinctively 
>The shaking stops, and you see the cone pop off of the speaker…