Undertaking Things
I do my best thinking when I go for a trot.
Too bad I've chosen to do so tonight with the weight of all my yesterdays hammering into my ears.
How curious a thing, the pony mind... the equine heart...
That something so beautiful and gentle could be so harrowing... ...
And, yes, Cyan Sings is beautiful.
I can say that without fear of being subjective. It's a good album—this sonic seraphim symphony that's echoing across my brain stem.
But even the most fantastic things are utter garbage if they aren't finely crafted, cultivated, and spread.
Maybe that's what Tavi was trying to teach me.
Maybe it's what she had in mind when she... she...
Dammit...
That's my first mistake right there. I keep thinking about Tavi. I'm always thinking about Tavi.
That's not the reason why I'm here... stumbling like a deaf and mute zombie through the rustic streets of an old Carolineigh city.
Well... okay... perhaps it's the roundabout reason...
But I need to get my head in the game... literally.
I'm here for myself... to salvage the vestiges of me.
I can't relate to Cyan. I don't know her joys. I can't understand her naivete. I sure as Tartarus no longer share her fashion sense.
But somewhere... on some fundamental level... I can recognize her talent.
It's the same spark that ignites in my Dr. Pony carbonated veins whenever I sit down to craft the next hopeful masterpiece of music.
Somewhere in Cyan Sings is the same mare who knows how to power through it... to muscle her way through what challenges her and come up with a work of art. I was that mare once... and I've been that mare several time since.
We just haven't had the opportunity to meet... to shake sonic hooves and combine our harmonies as once.
Now's the opportunity. I stand upon the precipice of it. I trot the skirted line, limping, aching, yearning.
And one block at a time... one street lamp glimmer after another...
...I think I'm starting to see the pattern unveiled before me.
There is structure to all of this. Beneath the glitz and the glamour, there's a prodigy in Cyan Sings. I need to stop thinking of her as a shadow... as a shredded remnant of the past.
She still lives. By Celestia. She still lives.
Maybe I need to stop focusing on finding something that is already found... that was only flourishing in the dark, just waiting for the doors to open and reacquaint it with the light.
Like fine wine... something that ages over time... only to be spectacular when it's finally consumed.
Cyan Sings... meet DJ P0N3... that which was fermented—in secret—by years spent in the company of a mare far more beautiful and sophisticated than either of them.
And maybe... just maybe...
With Octavia Melody's spirit still lingering inside of me... ...
... ... ...I can grasp ahold of that spark.
And set ablaze the new effigy that is—now and forever—Vinyl Scratch.
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I actually had to check that this story was still incomplete. This actually feels like a natural ending, and one that I'd be willing to accept as well.
6765116 don't say that! i agree with you but i don't want this story to end!
That..sounded like an ending.
6765116 yeah it does sound like an ending. I'm suprised it isn't. Maybe they forgot to change it to complete?
Please not an ending PLEASE NOT AN ENDING. Tell me there's more!
>sees incomplete tag
>sets down the stress ball
Closure.... must needs has closure.
It's nice to see Vinyl actually moving in a positive, healthy direction. Thesis needs an antithesis needs a synthesis.
Breakthroughs always come in time...
there's still so much closure to find, this isn't just a single layered story, problem, solution, ending. No this is a life, she'll get her closure.
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This probably isn't an ending; in fact, I doubt it's even the beginning of the end. Structurally, these chapters don't really look much like a third act, if at all.
Y'all are worrying yer pretty lil' heads over nothin'.
So far, Vinyl has spent the last several chapters trying to find a solution -- one that she hasn't even revealed to us yet -- and she's only just figured it out and begun preparing it. After that, once the solution is ready, she still needs to put it into action, and see how it all plays out.
There's also a fair number of dangling plot threads that have yet to be resolved. Vinyl's feud with Rarity, Octavia still being stuck with her dad, the ultimate fate of Sweetie Belle's voice, what Capricorn might bring to the table, the results of Vinyl's physical/magical therapy... I mean, we haven't even learned exactly how Octavia saved Vinyl yet, and that's the biggest question, innit? It's right there in the description. So, you know, if it ended here, I'd say we should probably ask for our money back. And maybe file a complaint with the Better Business Bureau for false advertising.
Joking aside, I'd say we've got quite a ways to go; we only just made it into the second act, after all.
Maybe this chapter would read like an ending in the hands of a lesser author who had no idea how to write one. But we aren't dealing with a lesser author, now, are we?
6765661 Look, the last line of the chapter sounded like the sort of thing that ends a story, okay? So sue me for considering a possibility.
6765669
Sue you? Why, I'd be delighted to! Allow me a moment to summon my legal team.
6765685 Please, be more condescending. I don't think you've completely alienated me yet.
6765703 Believe me, if I were assured of your eventual destruction, I would, in the interests of the public, cheerfully accept my own. But right now I'd rather just try to defuse the heat of the moment with more failed attempts at humor.
...It's not working, is it?
6765725 Okay, your first sentence doesn't make sense. What does mutually assured destruction have to do with you unloading three paragraphs of "you stupids are da WRONG!" then threatening legal action? Like, honestly, no joke, I want to know what the connection is there. It baffles. It boggles. It makes dozens of julienne fries.
6765747 It's 3 AM on Christmas morning and I'm quoting Sherlock Holmes at some dude(tte) with a Diamond Tiara avatar in the comments of a fanfic about mute horse musicians. If sense had ever once graced this mortal plane, it has long since abandoned us.
(Though if you must ask, I threatened legal action because I was intentionally taking your idiom literally in an attempt to lighten the mood with humor and thus avoid unnecessary hostilities. Didn't pan out, so now I'm just being goofy and nonsensical for lack of any better responses.)
6765783 Oh, it's Sherlock Holmes.
Doesn't change the fact that the quote isn't relevant to any part of the conversation that preceded it.
About Christing time.
6765661
You know, considering how Vinyl's previously talked about gazing into a river, how incredibly distressed she was after getting Acute Schism of the Inner Alicornia, and how significant that one specific bridge seems to her, not to mention all those mentions of climbing down... I think that question's definitely been answered.
6765790 maybe that was intended?
6765935 But why? What is the point of intentional irrelevance?
6766433 does there need to be a point?
6766485 Well, I'd like to give Swan Song the benefit of a doubt and say he's not pointlessly trolling me because he's bored of fame and doesn't really believe he deserves any of it...
but I get the feeling you're about to call me a naive idiot if I say that, so I'm going to say he's a jerk and I'm wasting my time.
There was a unicorn.
She had quite the white horn.
Mute on her lips
Always taking sips.
She was helped by a DJ Capricorn
I've gotten in the habbit if clicking the story first instead of the chapter updates. I need to make sure it is/isn't the end when I start reading each new chapter.
6766499 And here I thought I was the one with the grumpy Sweetie Belle avatar.
I quoted Holmes because the line in question was spoken to one of his nemeses, a professor named Moriarty. Even if it wasn't contextually relevant (and it kinda was, in an exaggerated sort of way, since you were imploring for me to be more condescending, which tends to be destructive to both parties), it was just a fun reference because of the name.
As to why, I already explained it: I was trying to lighten the mood. You know... bring happy vibes, make people laugh, spread good cheer, avoid an argument, that kind of sappy shit? Yeah. I do that by being goofy and random and silly -- something I pointed out to you while I was doing it -- because fun and happiness aren't bound by rules, and also because it was 3 AM on Christmas morning and I was inexplicably chipper and probably half-asleep.
But nah, I guess that makes me a jerk who's "bored of fame" or something.
And now it's my turn to ask: the heck does that even mean? Since when was I famous? For what? And what does that have to do with me goofing off in the comments of someone else's story?
Super cool.
Hahahaha! Awesome, awesome!
Beautiful work... I'm going to run out of things to say, methinks I already have Dx
Nice job!
Fuck Wu Tang Clan