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// Chapter 1 
// Story: Chaotic Symphony 
// by Deathstrider 
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CHAPTER 1


As Vinyl walked backstage from her recently performed gig she gave a sigh of sadness. She was normally happy after finishing a show, for there was nothing she liked better than to relax and put her hooves up with a cup of coffee. Even though she didn't play any instruments in particular, she still had to stand up for four hours on end making sure the crowds got what they wanted and paid for. But anyway, she felt a pang of remorse as she walked over to the long, dark blue sofa. She had recently split up with her long time partner, Green Star, following a dispute that they had had. he was complaining about Vinyl's working hours and the amount of time she spent out partying after gigs, accusing her of seeing another stallion behind his back. Vinyl had loved Green Star more than anything else, in fact he was the reason that Vinyl made music. He was her inspiration. Was. But now that he was gone she had no reason to create music. She sat on the sofa backstage, cradling a stronger drink than her usual choice. After finishing her third whiskey her lifelong friend and manager Platinum Disc came over to her and plonked himself down next to Vinyl.

"Something the matter, Vinyl?" Platinum asked.

"Can you tell?" Vinyl replied sarcastically, her words slurring slightly.

"Vinyl I'm worried for you." Platinum said, frowning. "I think you need to go back to Ponyville and get some rest."

"Na-ah!" Vinyl said, "I've finally made it to the big leagues, I'm performing in Canterlot in three days!"

"Yes, I know." Platinum replied bluntly. "I arranged it for you."

"Oh, yeah."

"Listen, Vinyl, all this depression isn't good for you, and don't try and tell me you're not depressed, that was your worst performance you've given this whole tour."

"No it wasn't, the crowd loved it." She replied, refusing to make eye contact with Platinum.

"No, Vinyl. They enjoyed what they paid to see." He snapped, causing Vinyl to jump, never in the whole 14 years she had known Platinum had he shouted at her. The next thing she knew, she was crying, she felt a comforting arm being draped across her shoulders, she couldn't even find the energy or nerve to shrug it off.

"You're right, Platinum. I'm useless.", she sobbed into his shoulder.

"Shh, You're not useless.", he comforted her whilst stroking her mane. "You just need to get some rest and get over the break-up."

"How did you.." Vinyl began but Platinum cut her off.

"Vinyl, seriously, I've been your friend for 14 years, I know when you're upset about something and nine times out of ten I know what that something is.", he laughed, wiping away a stray tear from Vinyl's face. "Now please, for me, go home and get some rest."

"What about the tour?" Vinyl asked.

"It's fine. I'll sort it all out.", he said. "Now go to your room, get some rest and head home." 

"Ok Platinum. Thanks." She said, embracing her friend before walking to her temporary room.

Vinyl shut the door and locked it behind her. She turned and faced the room. It was a small, uninspirational apartment. It was the polar opposite of the larger apartment she owned near Carousel Boutique in Ponyville. If she had to describe this apartment in one word she wouldn't have had to think twice. Beige. That's the word she would use. Beige. It was both a metaphorical and physical description of the room as all the furnishings were, yep you guessed it, beige. She walked through to the bedroom not bothering to shower or brush her teeth, she just wanted to collapse, and that is exactly what she did. As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell into a deep, uninterrupted sleep. I guess depression really takes it out of you.

The next morning Vinyl woke up late. She felt sore all over, due to the fact that she hadn't bothered with her usual routine of stretching out all her muscles before sleeping. As she walked into the bathroom of the beige apartment, looking in the mirror, she discovered she hadn't even taken off her trademark glasses before falling asleep. She took them off to reveal that her crimson irises were being perfectly complimented by the light pink of her bloodshot eyes.
"Horse apples.", she cursed. This is what she got for being dumped, aches, pains and bloodshot eyes. Part of her hoped that Green Star was worse off than her, but Vinyl had shut that part of her off, along with any desires or fantasies involving future relationships. As she got ready for the trip back to Ponyville she decided to think about what to do when she got there. She could always just sleep in bed the entire time, but that would be dull and Vinyl was a mare of energy. Perhaps she could visit all of her friends, well, maybe not all of her friends. 

Vinyl hadn't realised this but at some point during her daydreaming she had decided that she was ready to go and found herself walking toward the train station with suitcase in tow, or at least, in hover. She went into the ticket booth and got a ticket back to Ponyville. Thankfully the train arrived quite quickly, she hated waiting, she had hated it as a foal and she still hated it with a vengeance. The train journey was fairly uneventful with only a couple of ponies asking for her autograph, one of them being the ticket collector. When she stepped off the train into Ponyville she took a few lungfuls of air. Home. There was no place like home. As she walked through town to her apartment she was greeted by almost everypony she saw, but it wasn't in the screaming fan, let me lick your face, kind of way, it was a laid back nod of the head or a "Nice to see you, Vinyl.". Platinum had been right. Rest was what she needed, and rest was what she intended to get.