DJ Capricorn calmly sips from a cup of tea, levitates it, and places it gently down onto the table between us.
"So..." She stares at me, eyebrow raised. "You wish to create a remix album?"
I nod. Her home is dim, dusty, and full of books. I float a pair of pens between us, rotating them carefully. "I. Have. A. Vision. Of. Twelve. Tracks. Total."
She glances at the priceless Cyan Sings record propped up on a couch beside us. "Doesn't your old work have twelve ballads on it already?"
I bite my lip.
Capricorn looks at me again. "Miss Scratch, with all due respect, why bother to change what's already perfect?" She points at the album. "This is exquisite singing. Some of the best vocals I've heard in all my life. I'm... not certain remixing it would do the material of Cyan Sings any justice to put it to... to..." She blinks. "Just what do you have in mind, anyways?"
"Trance," I convey. "Some. Experimental." "One. Or. Two. Dance. Tracks."
"You wish to conjure forth dance tracks to Cyan Sings vocals?"
I nod.
"It... sounds remarkably eclectic, but..." She sighs. "I'm not too terribly sure how marketable it may be." She waves again. "Couldn't you just get in touch with your agent and push for a second print of the record you've salvaged? Celestia knows, Equestria could use more copies of your work. Universally speaking, ballads never grow old, either."
"It. Is. Not. My. Work," I communicate. "It. Is. My. Past. Work."
"Miss Scratch, how many times do we have to go through this? Cyan Sings is just as magnificent as anything else you've—"
"I. Am. Not. Denying. Its. Strength."
"... ... ..." She shifts where she sits, taking a burgundy breath. "Do go on..."
I slowly twirl the pens about. "This. Is. Not. About. Restoring. The. Past." My brow furrows. "This. Is. Not. About. Favoring. The. Present."
"Then what is it about, Miss Scratch?"
"Salvation."
She blinks.
I gulp and gesture. "I. Need. To. Know. That. Both. Cyan. And. The. D. J. Can. Leave. One. Legacy."
"So then..." She brushes her bangs back daintily. "The past meets the present... and manifests a future?"
I nod. "I. Need. A. Future. More. Than. Anything."
She nods back. "Of that, I'm quite sure." She takes a deep breath. "Well, Miss Scratch, you undoubtedly have the creative tenacity to make anything possible. But—dare I ask—what would you require my assistance for?"
I feel the urge to shiver. "You. Recognized. The. Genius. In. Cyan. Sings."
"I seriously doubt I'm the only one," she says. "Why not get Beau or one of your companions from Ponyville?"
"They. Only. Know. Vinyl. Scratch."
"And though I admire you professionally, I'm afraid I don't know Cyan from Vinyl—" Her words trail off, and she blinks into the distance of her study. "Celestia... I think I just answered myself."
I nod. Then I fidget.
"There's more to it, is there?"
Shuddering, I weakly gesture: "I. Do. Not. Have. The. Strength. To. Make. This. On. My. Own." I wince slightly, afraid of her answer...
...until she gives it. "I do believe that's the most courageous thing you've ever told me, Miss Scratch." She breathes. "As well as most honest." She levitates the teacup again, sips it, and looks at me. "And... of course..." An eloquent smile. "...I am honored beyond compare to play a part in your magnificent, artistic undertaking... though I shan't pretend to understand the finer mechanics of it. Not yet, at least."
I nod.
"How—pray tell—do you intend to accomplish this?" She gestures at my luggage. "You only have a basic turntable. And—at the risk of sounding uncouth—you appear to have just come in off the street."
I rub my hooves together, squirming slightly. Meanwhile, I twirl the pens. "I. Do. Not. Know. The. North. Carolineigh. Scene." I look at her humbly. "Could. You. Help. Me. Find. A. Studio?"
"Why bother?"
I blink.
She waves at her equipment nestled in the far corner of the room. "We have all of the material we need here."
My muzzle hangs open.
"Unless..." She takes another sip, gazing at me with a coy smile. "...you do not trust the quality of my equipment."
I shake my head with an earnest grimace.
She chuckles slightly, waving a hoof reassuringly. "I jest. I jest." A burgundy exhale. "We can copy the record and do the remixing here. Take as long as you need. I can tell that this project is... very... very important to you."
I exhale. As the magenta cloud clears, I smile gratefully.
"I won't lie. Part of me hoped that you would embark upon something like this... only much... much earlier."
I nod. Twirling the pens, I convey: "I. Can. List. Your. Name. On. The. Album. As. A. Co-creator."
"Hmmmmph..." Capricorn shakes her head. "Stuff that thought away." She points at me. "You're co-creating this with yourself. Vinyl Scratch and Cyan Sings." She finishes what's left in the teacup. "I rather like the sound of that."
Fidgeting, I gesture: "Then. Perhaps. A. Monetary. Share. In. The. Sales. Would. Do?"
"Miss Scratch..." She places the teacup down. "The only reward I hope to get from this is the satisfaction of seeing you achieve a much-needed catharsis. However..." She leans back and folds her forelimbs. "I categorically refuse to assist you with this endeavor unless you promise to do one thing."
Blinking, I twirl the pens. "Name. It."
A welcome change of pace to see DJ Capricorn in a more positive light.
Editing nitpicks below:
There appear to be a number of spacing issues, which do not look intentional. I assume there was a mistake with formatting when importing the file.
Nice to see you finally getting some therapy Vinal.
I'm apprehensive about this one condition of Capricorn's. But with that said and a whole day of waiting to see what happens next...
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Capricorn is still a rather...odd individual. I wonder what her angle is...
I must say, like what Vinyl's idea here.
If I were in this world, I'd be looking forward to the dance tracks. A good singer with a dance beat can be pretty magical stuff. Especially if it's the stuff I'm imagining from Cyan.
Called it!
Oh man, she's even denying credit. Perhaps Capricorn will redeem herself.
6749157 I inspected it in the browser console, and it seems to be non-breaking spaces.
HMMmmmm... I wonder what it is she wants in return? hehehe...
I call an Autograph!
Good job!
6749201 Hate to sound like a noob, but can I get that in Casual English?
Vinyl needs to remix it so pon3 and Cyan can be proven to her to be able to coexist and be the same mare... I see.
What's the angle Capricorn has here
6749216 "I looked at it on the browser console (https://developer.mozilla.org/en-US/docs/Tools/Browser_Console ) and it doesn't seem to have space issues like the ones you saw."
6749377 Ah, thank you.
6749382 you're welcome.
Wait, how long has this thing been in a Fallout Equestria group? Am I missing some huge, important twist that's looming on the horizon?
It's the final count down!
(let me guess it didn't work. It never works when I do it mobile.)
6749390 That's pretty weird, yeah. Good catch! Maybe someone added it by accident or a joke?
6749377 Or more specifically, spaces that prevents text from flowing onto a new line.
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I pictured that being said so slowly...
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Mother of god...
6749412 No joke or accident, a friend and I made a private group to share some of our favorite stories with each other. I put this one. Thought it was hidden though.
I know Capricorn didn't ask for it but I kinda hope Vinyl credits her on the record somehow, she's been incredibly cool with the whole situation. She might not be co-creator but it sounds like she'll be doing the job of the music producer.
Part of me wonders if she's being so helpful and modest so that her one condition be incredibly outlandish and get away with it.
It's... not... going... FAST ENOUGH!
You also need a hug, Vinyl.
... what if after all this time the story does get Romance and it's not TaviScratch? My brain would explode.
6749932 whoa
Goddess damn it! The next chapter can't come quick enough!
If the answer isn't something to the effect of take a shower I will be slightly let down.
"Sign the goddamn album, already!"