Vinyl Scratch and Octavia Melody at the Great Academy of Music and Acoustic Art

by ProfDrDrPille

0 - Dedication Prelude and Prologue

Author's Note:

Sorry, for this chapter... If you want to dive into the story directly, feel free to move on to the next chapter. This one is completely plotless, but not pointless. Don't be influenced by this chapter, it’s got nothing just a tiny bit to do with the story.

Dedication
This night, before the first owl awakes,
there is a new star mirroring brightly in the river.
The river flows fast, transporting the melting water from the mountain to the sea.
The last ice floes are swimming on the stream.

A bridge crosses the river. Its huge width is built out of steel and cement.
The temperature is slightly below the freezing point and the humidity starts to freeze at the steel girder
A cat that was hiding in a dark corner whooshed by, followed by the only car on the streets at this time.
The lights in the houses to the left and the right of the streets were already off.

A melody becomes audible. Lights ascend from under the bridge.
A steamboat with lots of colorful chain of lights and a band breaks the silence.
Men and women are laughing, dancing, drinking and having fun.
They notice you, standing on the bridge, watching them, lonely.

They shout: “Come, join us!”

Prelude

“This needs to be special. This needs to be art! Art needs time,” said a well-dressed man staring at his laptop.

“But we have no time left. We only have three days before we have to present our concepts!” a woman standing next to him shouted angrily.

“Keep cool and concentrate, then we will find a solution,” a casually dressed man said calmly, sitting at his untidy desk.

“How can you keep calm in this situation?” asked the woman

Giving her a sheet of paper he explained, “It's so easy, we just take a simple plot like this and add some romance and so on, then we get a...”

“No way, that's no art. Art needs to be complicated. Art needs time!”

“We have no time left!”

After snatching the sheet from his female colleague, the well-dressed artist read it quietly and whined “What is that? You censored nearly the whole thing! Art needs to be uncensored!”

“Art, art! Everything you say is about art. The reader doesn't want to read this details.”

Suddenly there was a loud noise and some smoke seeped through from the next room.

“Did the trainee set fire to the coffee brewer? Again?” the young woman asked.

Prologue

Excitedly Rainbow ran into the library and asked Twilight, “Is it here?”

“No, I'm sorry. The new Daring Do episode hasn't been delivered till now. I think it may be here in some minutes.”

“Have a seat while you're waiting. I was telling Twilight the story I've read in the magazines this morning. I can start over, if you want to hear it, too,” offered Rarity.

“I'm not into this whole celebrity stuff, but okay,” accepted Rainbow and sat down.