"I..." DJ Capricorn's muzzle scrunches. "I don't recognize these notes that you've written down." She shuffles through several hastily-scribbled music sheets. "Where exactly are these located on the recorded copies? Please, I really want to help you isolate the samples, but—"
I hold a hoof up. I spin from one instrument panel to another in her studio. I pick up one sheet and hold it up. Making sure she sees it, I levitate a freshly copied disc next to the sheet with a matching, underlined number.
"Yes. I see it, Miss Scratch. But even still, I-I'm afraid I don't—"
With a magenta breath, I slide across the floor in an office chair. I slap the disc in question over the spindle. With telekinesis, I adjust the volume until the studio's speakers crackle with Cyan Sings' blue, blue voice. Then—with more swiftness than grace—I spin the disc with a discordant scratching noise.
"Guh!" DJ Capricorn winces all over, and I can already tell that she's the kind of artist who prefers studio work to live performances. "Be careful—"
A small part of me wants to smirk. Instead, I scratch the disc back and forth, feeling as the blue exchanges for crimson. My left eye squints and my right ear twitches. At last, I find the note, isolate it, and I scratch back and release the record so that it plays the portion in question.
Capricorn blinks, her ears filled with the vocals that match the written chords on the music sheet in front of her. "Oh... sweet Celestia... how did you?"
I whistle at her with a blast of magenta. Somehow, I'm not collapsing from it. Capitalizing on the moment, I gesture at the instrument panel beside her.
"Oh! Yes! Yes of c-course!" She switches several dials and nods my way. "Ready to record the sample."
I scratch the record back into place, let it play naturally, and point at her.
She hits the record switch. We commit the sample of Cyan Sings Ballad #3 to crystalline leylines. She hits the switch again. "Got it." She shuffles to another sheet of paper. "Now for sample two on disc three..."
I look over her shoulder. I spot the written chord in a blink, then scratch the disc forward until it reaches the spot in the song. I isolate a prolonged note of Cyan's, making sure Capricorn hears it.
"Dear Goddess. Absolutely amazing..." She nevertheless clears her throat. "Alright. Go ahead. I'm ready."
I scratch it back into place, then point at her.
She hits the switch once... waits for the vocal to end... and slaps it once again. "Got it. Have you actually memorized all of these already?"
I shrug, then point at her sheets.
"Oh! Uhm..." She shuffles through them. "...you've written down 'sample one' on 'disc five.'"
I yank the freshly recorded ballad in question off a rack, twirl it, then place it on another spindle. I hit a switch, spin the disc into place, and play the part in question for her.
"Yes. That's it." Capricorn takes a deep breath. "Very well. Ready when you are."
You have no idea.
I spin the disc back ten seconds, raise a hoof... then signal her.
She records again.
It's actually truly genius. There are some things only the original creator can find in their work.
Oh, isn't that clever?!
Oh wow, for this being so short, it packs a lot of punch.
Get it, Vinyl. *bobs head*
One of the first chapters I've listened to the music for in a while. Excellent fit. Work it, Vinyl! Own your past!
6770830 Don't you start, or I'll be forced to make this a threesome!
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I also proclaim the seas fit to see this ship sail.
Seriously though, I was reading this on my phone and I actually got up from a comfortable couch to go to my desktop to read this whole thread; due to Fimfic's comment formatting and the sheer length of the convo, I needed an wider screen to follow it all. Thus, it's worth shipping. Also, nah: no need for theesomes. Leave Sam, I and anyone else out of this.
KingSwan will see the day!
6770930 And now we have a ship name.
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If I end up falling in love with a horse-worder over the Internet and we have a happily ever after, I am blaming you.
6770944 Finger-pointing accepted!
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everyone stand back, we're witnessing a beautiful thing in the comments here.
6770954 You will be held accountable.
I wish I could actually hear what Vinyl's mixes sound like.
6770648 Hahahahahahaa!!
6770830 Well? Are you gonna write the fanfic or not?
6771181 Too meta. Mods wouldn't allow it.
6770961 Is our love a peanut gallery now? Off to your hovels, peasants! You are not privy to our secret makeout sessions!
6771347 Damn the mods! "The Things Moriarty/Swan Song Says" NEEDS to be written!
6771453 There's always blog posts.
!!!
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That's exactly what it reminded me of too. :D
6772016 woha, I didn't think about thst last night!
6770930 I ship it too.
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6772237 So are you saying you want the ship to sail, full of glory and adorable puppy dog eyes and long romantic walks on the beach or not?
Because I'm seeing mixed messages here.
6772427 You know what?
Shippers gonna ship. I ain't gonna stand in anyone's way. I will gladly endure crappily-written smut about me and Swan as long as folks are willing to link to it.
I give this ship my blessing. It ain't canon, but I won't stop you.
6772437 Meh. Not my ship.
I'm just amused by the large amount of UST being generated by the fandom of said ship.
This sounds too much like this story.
6772488 Lol, One little comment thread and you guys have a fandom already? How did this even?
I love what is happening in the comments XD hahahaha!
Nice chapter.
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Indeed !
I wonder what has transpired after all this time...