Octavia discovers the meaning behind her new found inspiration.
After long years of playing for royal festivities in Canterlot, Octavia's musical skills start to plummet. She still has the talent, but she has no motivation, or inspiration to move on any further with her career. After meeting another musically inclined pony, Octavia start's to feel her inspiration kicking in, and she starts to fully understand why it has.
On the other hoof, Vinyl Scratch discovers what the power of music can truly do, and how friendship can only go but so far before it turns into something much more.
A pony like no other. A musician with such grace, and talent. A heart that beats for music.
Octavia was invited to perform for the royal Canterlot Gardens party. All the prestigious ponies of Equestria would be there. This was nothing new to Octavia though. She had always been a part of all of the royal parties that Princess Celestia held. She was quite fond of the princess. She always threw the most elegant balls, dances, and other wonderful festivities. She also seemed to have a tasteful appreciation for music. She always requested the most talented of ponies to play at her gatherings.
Most of the musicians that Octavia got to perform with were ponies that she always admired. It was an honor to play with such talented players, but she kept this to herself, for she wanted to seem as glamorous, and graceful as them.
Octavia had arrived at the gardens party, and was setting up her most prized possession. She stood on the stage at her designated position. She picked up her bow, and tightened her strings. She tuned up her cello, and softly pulled her bow against the strings, trying to get a preview of how tuned it already was. She knew that it was probably in tune already, for she had just played a few hours before arrival. Practicing to make sure she was ready to show how wonderful she was in front of, Celestia knows, who.
Nopony was around, except for a few that were preparing decorations, and setting up tables for the deserts, and delicious foods.
She realized she was a tad bit early, but that was alright with her. She always was. She liked to be the first musician to arrive. It made her seem as if she was very serious about her career, and she was, but lately she had been a little off. She didn't seem to have her magical touch anymore. She played beautifully, and everypony seemed to be impressed with her, but she wasn't feeling it. She wasn't feeling the intensity that she used to feel when she played.
Maybe she was having a downfall. Maybe all the music in her was starting to run out, and soon she wouldn't love to play anymore!
No, there was no way that would happen. She loved to play, she always had. But she knew something was different about herself lately. Something that she couldn't quite put her hoof on. The gray earth pony started to play her instrument.
The lovely sound echoed throughout the gardens. Everypony that was making preparations, stopped to listen and enjoy the notes that Octavia created. The tune was beautiful, and it sounded perfect, but all Octavia could do was sigh.
'I'm losing it, aren't I?' Octavia closed her eyes, trying to get into the feel of her short presentation, but she just couldn't. Nothing worked. She tried every trick she had. Swaying to the beat, tapping her hoof, moving her head from side to side softly, but everything she tried didn't work. She felt as if she was out of tune, off beat, and completely ruining herself. Even though her music was wonderful, she felt as if everything was going wrong.
She just couldn't feel any love for it anymore. No inspiration. No motivation whatsoever. Octavia was ready to give up, and just play the way she was now, even if she felt nothing. All she could do was get over it and play.
The party was ready to begin. Everything was set, and prepared. The decorations were gorgeous, and the food looked great. All the other musicians had already joined Octavia on stage. They were all tuning their violins, violas, clarinets, and other instruments. Octavia was the cellist. She always was. Celestia seemed to only invite one cellist, and that would always be Octavia. She didn't mind this though. She actually enjoyed being the star. She shined brighter than most of the others, and that was perfectly fine.
The musicians tonight were ponies that Octavia had not recognized. Unknown artists, like she used to be. Everypony has to start somewhere if they want to be successful though of course.
It was almost time for the party to commence. Everypony on stage had their instruments in playing position, and majestically held their ready pose. The conductor stallion lifted his baton at the ready. As he was about to swipe down, instructing Octavia to start off, a loud dragging noise screeched through their musical ears.
Everypony turned to the back of the stage. Somepony was pushing a large DJ mixer behind the orchestra. The ponies all looked in confusion, and disgust.
The blue maned, unicorn finally reached exactly in the center of the stage. She showed a toothy smile, and lowered her shades slightly down, but only low enough to catch the smallest glimpse of her eyelashes.
"What'sup everypony?! Sorry I'm a little late, but I'm sure that's cool." The white mare chuckled to herself, as she turned on her mixer.
All of the elegant, proper ponies looked at the edgy pony with evil glances. What was this pony doing at a royal party? The conductor opened his mouth, getting ready to speak, but before his words could reach his lips, Princess Celestia glided over.
"Well, I see that all the designated musicians are all set. It seems that everypony made it tonight. Thank you all for being able to come. I expect all of you to do your very best, and enjoy yourselves."
With that Princess Celestia was off to make last minute preparations.
All the musical ponies glanced back at the DJ, but then turned back to the conductor. If Princess Celestia invited her, then she must be an excellent performer! That's what everypony was thinking, except for Octavia. She was very suspicious of this rough looking mare, and she wasn't going to keep her eyes off of her for one second.
The party was about to begin. The conductor looked over at Octavia. He lifted his baton, and let it drop. Octavia began.
She drew her bow beautifully across her strings. Making vibratos at every necessary note. Her beginning solo was magnificent. Everypony was in awe by the art she was painting with each stroke. As her last note ended with a long pull, all the other ponies began to play. The violinists began their part, followed by the rest of the instruments.
It was peaceful, and lovely. Suddenly a beat was starting to sound. It continued to crescendo, until it was at its maximum volume. It was so intense it made Octavia's heart leap. The tempo of the orchestra started to speed up rapidly. Everypony was trying to keep up with each other. The conductor was horrified by the display. Even he couldn't keep up the massive increase in the music.
The DJ started to scratch her records at full speed. The sound vibrated throughout all of Canterlot. The orchestra ponies were devastated at what the unicorn was doing. She was ruining everything!
But as they looked at their audience, they were shocked. Everypony below the stage seemed to be enjoying it! Even Princess Celestia, and Princess Luna. All of the distinguished ponies of Canterlot were partying hard to the DJ's mixes, as if they were at some sort of club.
The musicians looked upon the princess. She was smiling and having a good time! They all faced each other, and looked to the conductor. He shrugged his shoulders and waved his baton once again, this time to the beat of the DJ pony. The orchestra set off again in their music. The collaboration between the DJ's loud beats, and the orchestra's beautiful strings seemed to make the audience all the more excited.
The DJ unicorn looked down at her fellow musicians, who seemed to have just went along with her. She smiled at this, pleased with the results. She nodded her head to the beat, and pumped her hoof into the air. Some of the Canterlot ponies below did as she did, and hoof pumped too.
Octavia had still not joined in with the other ponies. She was completely shocked.
'How are these Canterlot ponies acting this way? Even Princess Celestia seems to love it! It's so loud, and noisy. Since when does royal parties consist of club music?'
Octavia slightly turned around so she could see the DJ. Her purple tinted shades were covering most of her face, so she couldn't tell too much about her, other than her mane was blue, and very edgy, and her cutie mark was that of an eighth note. The DJ turned her head in the direction of Octavia, seeing that she was being watched. Octavia immediately turned back around. She had been caught staring, how rude of her.
Her cheeks flustered, and she began to mimic as if to be playing her cello. Although she was caught in the act, she still wanted to turn back around towards the shaded unicorn. She wanted to get a closer look at who this mare really was. Even though she wanted to, she decided to just play her instrument instead. It was less risky, if anything.
The orchestra was taking a break from playing, and began to mingle within the crowd of ponies. Octavia had seated herself near the back of the gardens. She had her cello with her, and was slowly running her hoof across each string. She sighed every time a sound would come out. She leaned her instrument against the stage, and sat back down again. She straightened her bow tie, and ate the last bite of cake she had left from the desert table.
'What is wrong with me lately? I'm losing my touch. I don't stand out anymore, at least I don't feel as if I do.' Octavia rested her chin on her hoof. She kicked at the ground a little, and noticed she snapped a flower's stem in the process. She leaned down, and picked it up.
It was a soft pink, and it smelled divine. It had a single leaf on it, and it had five delicate petals. Octavia ran her hoof along the flower, and rested it in her lap.
She felt a tap on her back, and she swiftly turned around to see what it could have been. There was the blue maned unicorn standing above her. Octavia quickly stood up and faced the DJ.
"Hey there! I noticed you were over here alone, and I just wanted to tell you that you play that thing awesomely!" The mare said while pointing her hoof at Octavia's cello. She was smiling widely.
Octavia wasn't sure what to say. How does one speak to a pony like this?
"Um, well thank you. I do appreciate it." Octavia glared at the white unicorn. She tried to fake a smile, but it wasn't too convincing. The unicorn seemed to notice that Octavia's behavior was strange.
"Are you alright there?" The unicorns eyebrows shifted in confusion, and she shuffled her hooves in a different position as if she couldn't stand to be still for too long.
Octavia searched her mind for a response.
'What should I say?' Octavia uncomfortably stepped back slightly.
"I'm perfectly fine." Did that sound like a lie? Octavia wasn't sure, but she was pleased when the unicorn seemed to believe it.
"Well that's great! The names Vinyl Scratch by the way! Just in case you were dying to know."
Octavia could slightly see that the unicorn, Vinyl Scratch had winked at her from under her shades. This caused Octavia to fluster again.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Vinyl Scratch. My name is Octavia." Octavia slightly lifted her head, giving her the appearance of an elite earth pony. Her mane flowed down gracefully, and her purple eyes shimmered.
Vinyl grinned at this. Octavia felt as if she was being insulted by this rough looking pony, and she rose her head even higher as if she were superior. Vinyl started to laugh now. Octavia looked at her with shock.
"I-I'm sorry! I couldn't help myself! It just seems as if you're being forced to act snooty!" The unicorn burst into laughter. She almost fell over. Octavia couldn't believe this. Was she making fun of her? How dare she!
"Excuse me? At least I don't look like I'm on drugs." Octavia turned her head slightly, but her eyes pierced through Vinyl's shades. Vinyl stopped her laughing, and raised her eyebrow. Her mouth was smirking now.
"Oh yeah? Is that what I look like to you? Makes sense coming from a high class pony like yourself." Octavia sensed the sarcasm from Vinyl.
"And what are you implying by that, may I ask?" Octavia was starting to get fed up with this smart toned pony. Who did she think she was?
"Maybe I'm implying nothing, only that you're some stuck up royal highness that has no taste in music." Vinyl was starting to amuse herself. Her smirk got bigger and bigger.
Octavia was taken aback by this. No taste? No taste? This pony has seriously crossed the line!
"You my dear are the one who has no taste in music. What you think sounds good, is a horrifying, itching sound that will not cease to ring through my ears. I think it's best for you to be on your way now." Octavia was starting to get seriously irritated with this unicorn. She was about to tackle her, and beat her to a pulp, but she was too sophisticated for such nonsense.
To Octavia's surprise the white unicorn started to laugh again. What in Equestria?
"You're too cool, Tavvy!"
'Tavvy? How dare she call me, Tavvy!'
Octavia lifted one hoof as if she were afraid for the DJ to touch her. Vinyl was still laughing, she tried to calm herself. Then she finally gained her sanity.
"Let's try this again! My name is Vinyl Scratch! Nice to meet ya!" Vinyl threw her hoof out in front of Octavia. She looked at it as if she were inspecting it.
The unicorn was smiling, she seemed as if she had changed completely in less than a minute. Octavia glanced once more at the mare, and slightly a smile appeared upon her face as well.
She lifted her hoof, and placed it on Vinyl's outreached hoof. They shook hooves.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Vinyl Scratch. My name is Octavia."
A powerful unicorn. A musician with such impact, and skill. A life that lives for music.
Octavia, and the other musicians were playing their last notes. Vinyl was ending her scene, and the music dyed down. Most of the Canterlot ponies had left hours earlier, but a few remained the whole time. The party was now officially over though, and Princess Celestia was at the exit thanking each, and everypony that left for coming.
The ponies on stage were all packing up their instruments in cases, and bags. Octavia set her cello carefully in its rightful case. She zipped up the side, and grabbed the case by its handle.
She looked up to see that most of the musicians were leaving the gardens already. She turned to where Vinyl had been, but she wasn't there, and neither was her mixer. Ocavia sighed for the third time that night.
She took her cello case, and exited the stage. She walked over to the gates where The Princess was. Princess Luna wasn't there of course, for she was watching over her night at the castle. Princess Celestia looked towards Octavia and smiled gratefully.
"Thank you for coming Miss Octavia. You were splendid. I see that you made a new friend as well, am I correct?"
Octavia looked up at the royal anicorn. Her multicolored mane magically flowed about, and her eyes shined. Had she been observing her and Vinyl Scratch?
"I...Well thank you, Princess. I did meet some new pony, yes." Octavia wouldn't say that the unicorn was her friend. She was just some rough-looking club pony, nothing special.
"I see." Princess Celestia looked down upon Octavia with a very skeptical look. Octavia tried to put on a smile, as if nothing were wrong.
"I do believe you should give her a try. I'm positive it will only benefit you in your future." Princess Celestia smirked, quite like the DJ pony. Octavia recognized mischief within the princess' purple eyes. Octavia nodded at her, that is all she could do.
'What was the princess implying by this?'
Octavia didn't know, but she smiled at the princess, and exited the Canterlot Gardens.
Octavia was slowly walking to her temporary home in Caterlot. She lugged her case into the door, and placed it next to her bed. Octavia had to stay her for a few days, but tomorrow she had her train ride back home to Ponyville.
The gray earth pony threw herself on top of her very comfortable looking bed. She spread her arms out across it, and closed her eyes. She let out a sigh, once again.
'What was Princess Celestia talking about? Did she want me to get to know that scraggly unicorn? Why? She was so...improper.'
Octavia opened her eyes, and stared at the blank ceiling. She inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet scent of Canterlot. It was already very dark outside. Princess Luna had raised the moon hours ago, so this was not a surprise to Octavia. It was during the season where the days were shorter, and the nights came sooner. Winter.
Octavia was not too fond of this time of the year. It was too cold, and she didn't particularly like wearing layers of clothing. But what could she do?
It was a bit chilly in the little house, she slipped under the quilts on her bed, and warmed up almost instantaneiously. She lowered her eyes, and drifted off into a very suitable sleep.
The morning had finally arrived after a long dark night. Octavia was already on the train, heading back to Ponyville. She had her cello case in hoof, and was sitting next to another bag that held all her clothing she had taken with her to Canterlot.
She had a white scarf with a pink bow centered on it wrapped around her neck. It wasn't much, but it kept her warm enough for the train ride. Besides she didn't like layers, so a nice light scarf was good enough for her.
The train let out a loud whistle, as it approached Ponyville's train station. She looked out the side window. There were a few ponies that were waiting for the arrival of whomever, but nopony was waiting for Octavia. There never was, but this didn't bother her. She liked her peace and quiet all to herself.
The earth pony grabbed her bag, and case and drug it through the door of the train. She reached for the ground with her hoof, and stumbled. Octavia started to fall, but before she made contact with the ground, she fell into someponies arms. Octavia was startled by the sudden collapse. She quickly realized she had rudely ran into somepony.
"Oh my! I'm so sorry! I didn't me--"
Octavia stopped to see who she had fallen into. The unicorn with the eighth note cutie mark. Her blue layered mane slightly fell over her purple tinted shades. Octavia's ears started to ring, as she remembered the catchy beats that the pony created the night before. Her heart leaped, and her face showed complete disbelief. What was this pony doing here in Ponyville!?
"What'sup Tavvy! What a coincidence, right?" The unicorn was up to no good. Octavia could tell by the troublesome look upon her face, either or she could just sense the waywardness of the DJ.
Octavia tried to contain her confusion. She acted as if she weren't surprised by the sudden appearance of Vinyl. She slightly leaned her head forwards, and arched her eyebrows, trying to seem as if she were still an important pony. She moved gracefully, and she slightly lowered her eyelids.
"How do you do?" Octavia said, sounding as if she still belonged in Canterlot.
Vinyl grinned at this. Octavia could slightly see Vinyl's eyebrows raise.
"I'm quite fine, thanks! What brings you here?" Vinyl lightly pounched Octavia's arm with her hoof.
Octavia brushed her off, and rubbed her arm up and down. The nerve!
"I live here..." Octavia said. She slightly lowered her head, and hid her eyes as if she were embarassed to admit that she had residence in Ponyville. A pony like her belonged in Canterlot, right?
"Sweet! I do too! But I hardly ever come out of my house during the day. At night I have to work until early morning. It sounds like a drag, but it really isn't all that bad. I love what I do so it's like I don't really have to work at all, ya know?" The blue maned pony smirked. She leaned down as if she were going to prance on Octavia, but then she just released her bent knees.
Octavia knew exactly what Vinyl was talking about. It was just like her. She played her cello for a living, and she loved to do so. It never felt like work. It felt like she was getting paid to have fun. She enjoyed it.
"And what exactly do you do for work?" Octavia tried to sound interested.
"What do you think I do? I DJ!" Vinyl said with enthusiasm. She leaned back on her hindquarters, which made her look very laid back. Cool even. But Octavia wipped that thought away from her mind.
"That does sound fun." Octavia said, as she turned her eyes down at her bags.
"Do you need help taking those home? They look awfully heavy!"
Before Octavia could oppose, Vinyl had already slapped her bag across her back, and was about to grab her cello case, but Octavia insisted on at least carrying that.
Octavia led the way back to her home. Her eyes kept creeping over to Vinyl. She couldn't help but admire the way she looked. The unicorn was very unique looking. Octavia had never met a pony like her before. She seemed so carefree. And how odd that she met her again, here, in her own home town. She lived her all along, and had never even noticed her before. But she did say she hardly left her own during the day. She must have always kept to herself, but a pony like her, a DJ. You would think that she would have at least heard of her. If Princess Celestia invited her to the Canterlot Gardens party, then this pony must be famous. She must be very well known. So why hasn't Octavia ever heard of her before?
Finally the two ponies made it to Octavia's rural home. It was more near the forest, but still in town. Octavia opened the door to her home, and invited the white unicorn to come in.
"Where would you like me to put this?" Vinyl asked, as she motioned towards Octavia's luggage.
Octavia didn't hear her though. She was staring into the ponies shades. She saw her lips move, but she didn't catch any word of what she was saying.
"Um...hello in there?" Vinyl waved her hoof in front of Octavia's face. Octavia suddenly broke from her daze, and was sent back to reality.
"What? What was that?" Octavia said, completely embarassed. Vinyl slightly smiled at Octavia.
"Where do you want me to put your bag?" Vinyl asked once again.
"Oh, anywhere's fine." Octavia said, turning from Vinyl, and set her cello case next to her desk.
Vinyl thought that would be a promising place to set the heavy bag. She walked over to the desk where Octavia put her cello, and placed the bag carefully next to it. Octavia approved of this, and turned to the unicorn. She didn't know anything else to do or say.
"So, it's a nice place you got here." Vinyl said while looking around. Octavia nodded her head.
"Thank you." Octavia forced a smile across her face. She didn't know what to say. She wasn't even sure if she wanted her to leave or not. But she did know that it was awkward, nonetheless.
Vinyl started to walk around Octavia's house. What did she think she was doing? Octavia was surprised by how bold the DJ was. Picking up her stuff, taking her home, then walking around in her house without permission! This pony was very straight forward, Octavia had to hoof her that, but nevertheless, Octavia didn't stop her. She watched as the pony explored. She didn't feel a threat, and she wasn't worried that Vinyl would steal something. She felt as if she trusted her. As if she had known her for quite a long time.
Vinyl walked over to Octavia's study room. She invited herself in, and took a look inside. Octavia followed her.
"Finding anything to your fancy?" Octavia said. Vinyl smiled, sensing that Octavia was getting annoyed.
"Sorry for intruding. I didn't mean to..." Vinyl sheepishly grinned, and closed the door to the study room. Octavia pleasingly smiled, and walked Vinyl back to the front door.
"It was a pleasure to see you again, and thank you for helping me bring my bags home." Octavia started to open the door, but Vinyl slowly maneuvered in front of the door nob where Octavia couldn't reach it. Octavia looked at Vinyl with confused eyes.
"What is it?" Octavia said, she started to feel panic. Was this a bad pony? Was she going to harm her? Should she had not let her in? Trusted her? Octavia tried to hold back all these questions. She wanted to have a reasonable answer before she freaked. It was probably nothing anyways, right? Worrying for nothing?
Vinyl stared into Octavia's purple eyes. Her mouth was slightly open, and her ear twitched. Octavia noticed everything about her from here. She noticed how her coat was a snowy, and creamy soft white. Her mane had two different shades of blue, rather than one, and it was cut at a certain angle. Longer on one side than the other, and it was shorter in the back than the front. Her tail was pretty much the same as her mane. Two blues, layered. Her mouth was fairly small for a full grown filly. And her hoofs were petite to a certain degree. The only thing she couldn't see about the unicorn, was her eyes. The most important detail, and she couldn't see them. Were they red? Were they magenta? Pink? Purple? She wanted to know.
Octavia slowly lifted her hoof towards the DJ's face. Vinyl didn't move. She didn't seem startled by Octavia's hoof lingering towards her face. Octavia reached her destination upon Vinyl's glasses. She touched them, and grabbed a hold of the rims. She slowly started to pull them off of Vinyl's rounded face. She was curious to know more about this pony she knew so little about. She wanted to know every last detail about Vinyl Scratch.
As Octavia slid off Vinyl's shades, the anticipation was killer. The purple tinted glasses were centimeters away from revealing Vinyl's mysterious eyes. Octavia was completely ready to finally see all of the ponies face. But as soon as Octavia could almost make out her eyes, Vinyl slapped her hoof away. She straightened her shades back on her face, and aligned them on each side.
"Oh my goodness, I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to--" Octavia was cut off by Vinyl's hoof waving in her face. Octavia could see that the unicorn was slightly grinning. Was she being made fun of again?
"It's okay! I just like mu' shades on mu' face!" Vinyl moved her head in such a motion, showing that she had winked. She moved out in front of the door, seeing if Octavia would open it for her.
Octavia's unmoved expression showed that she was too distracted by Vinyl to see her out. Vinyl then turned around and showed herself to the door.
"Well, I better get going then..." Vinyl said, as she turned to face the gray earth pony, and gave her a smile.
Vinyl knew that Octavia was probably annoyed by her, and she was probably eager to see her leave, and never come back. Vinyl knew Octavia was that kind of pony. She was too self absorbed to have any fun, let alone with a rowdy pony like her. But that was cool, Vinyl could always be sleeping right now, and sleep never hurt anypony.
Vinyl started to walk out the door but stopped at Octavia's voice.
"Leaving so soon?" Octavia's tone sounded disappointed. It seemed as if Octavia dreaded to see her go. The unicorn turned back around, and stared the earth pony in her deep purple eyes. They were larger than usual. She wasn't lowering them as she normally did every time Vinyl looked at her. They were pretty cute.
"I didn't wanna' impose anymore than I already have, so I was just gonna' head on home." Vinyl pulled one hoof up, and arched it. She was curious to see why the prideful pony stopped her from leaving.
"I know you." Octavia faintly said. It was almost inaudible. Vinyl twitched her ear, trying to strain to hear what Octavia had said.
"Wh--What?" Vinyl asked with a stammer. Her confidence dropped, as she felt compelled to know what the pony had said. Whatever it may have been it didn't sound like she said it in a happy voice. More like, dreadful.
Octavia spoke with more sound now.
"I know you..." Vinyl understood this time. Her ears dropped. She knew her? What in Equestria was this filly talking about? Vinyl took a step closer to Octavia, standing halfway through the door.
"You know me? Well I mean, we did meet last night, so I guess you do--"
"No. I've known you from somewhere before. You're just like....her...." Octavia stopped. Her words trailed off, and Vinyl had a hard time hearing the last word, but she made it out.
"Who's her?" Vinyl's mind started to ponder, and her heart picked up its pace. Was this great musician crazy? Vinyl didn't know. But she wasn't afraid to fully walk back into her home, and softly shut the door behind her. She wasn't afraid at all of this pony. She felt more adrenaline than anything at the moment. Intensity built up within her. She couldn't sit still any longer. She started to move her hoofs around every once in a while. Vinyl repeated herself once again.
"Who's her?" Vinyl stared down the gray earth pony. Her eyes lingered to Octavia's pink neck tie. She hadn't really noticed it before. But it was becoming of her.
Octavia turned her eyes away.
"Nevermind. It is nothing important." Octavia moved towards another room, Vinyl could see it was the kitchen. Octavia changed the subject.
"Would you like something to eat?"
Vinyl slowly nodded her head, and let the awkward moment go.
The two fillies talked for hours. Octavia had made some salad sandwiches, and some tea. Vinyl wasn't a big tea pony but she drunk it anyways, along with the sandwich in which she bluntly devoured. She hadn't ate since the previous night, so she had no problem with eating every last bite.
Octavia seemed more intrigued with Vinyl than she had earlier. Vinyl knew that earlier that day, Octavia wanted to get rid of her. She was forcing herself to be kind, but now she seemed as if she didn't want her to leave. As if she was forcing her to stay, which she wasn't completely. Vinyl did enjoy Octavia's company as well. She was so caught up in every word that Octavia spoke that she could barley comprehend their conversations. Words just flew by her without meaning. She just stared at Octavia while she moved her arms, and made hoof gestures as she spoke.
"Don't you think so?" Octavia looked at Vinyl with excitement. She was smiling more than ever. But what was she talking about?
"Um...What was that?" Vinyl tried to act as if she merely hadn't heard her. She tried to focus on the words that Octavia was speaking now.
"Music seems to have its way of bringing ponies together for all sorts of reasons. Don't you think?" Octavia smiled once again, hoping this time she would be heard.
"Oh, yeah! Hell yeah! You're so right." Vinyl grinned, and pumped her hoof in the air.
Octavia somewhat looked at the unicorn in disapproval from her choice of words, but shook it aside. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and Vinyl was too.
Octavia looked down at her cup of tea she was cradling between her two hooves. She gently twirled it from side to side watching the ripple effect inside her cup. She slightly opened her mouth, and her eyes traveled towards Vinyl's. Vinyl saw this, and Octavia quickly looked down once again.
"Do....do you think there was a particular reason....that music brought us together? Do you think there is a particular reason that you are here with me...now?"
Octavia continued to look down as she spoke. She was pretending to be mesmerized into her tea, but she was solely waiting for an answer from Vinyl.
Vinyl sat there for a while. Trying to figure something good to tell Octavia. Was this a trick question? How was she supposed to answer this? She was afraid to say anything, but she knew that Octavia's question was a serious one, and she knew Octavia was patiently waiting for her response. Vinyl finally came up with something to say.
"There could be a lot of reasons. Fate is a funny thing, right? But you will never really know unless you leave all questions, and expectations behind, and just live it out. See what happens, and when something does finally happen, if anything does, you will finally know the true reasoning behind something..." Vinyl's voice drifted off. Where did that come from? It sounded so intelligent, and Vinyl was pleased by this.
Octavia looked up from her cup, and stared into Vinyl's black rimmed shades. She could almost make out the outline of Vinyl's mysterious eyes that she longed to see. She looked deep within them. What was Vinyl trying to say by that?
'Leave expectations behind? What sort of expectations is she trying to imply?'
Octavia leaned in a little closer in her chair. She lifted one eyebrow slightly, and lowered her eye lids.
"Is that so?" Octavia didn't know anything else to say about that. She couldn't help but think about....
"Yep! At least, that's how I look at it." Vinyl smiled at her whim of the moment reply. She thought she was so clever.
Octavia set down her cup of tea. She stood up from her chair, and walked over to Vinyl's side of the table.
"Would you like to hear me play? It's a piece I've been working on for quite sometime, but I have never had the chance to play it for anypony before."
Vinyl's eyes widened under her shades. Hear Octavia play? Vinyl set down her cup as well, and lifted from her seat.
"Of course..." Vinyl was led out of the room by Octavia. She was completely out of it. She couldn't help but wonder why Octavia had invited her to stay longer, talk with her for hours on end, then ask to play for her! It was amazing to Vinyl. She never made out Octavia to be such open pony. Especially to a unicorn like her.
The two ponies walked into another room. It was the last on Octavia's hallway. The door was closed, so Octavia lightly opened it.
The room was filled with music stands, and paper scattered everywhere. It was a musical mess within the isolated room.
"Excuse the mess. I haven't been in here for quite a while..." Octavia sat Vinyl down at one of the padded chairs in the room. She told her she would be right back. Octavia exited the room, and went down the hallway.
Vinyl looked around at the room. There were crumbled music paper strode everywhere. The stands were pack full with paper as well. Vinyl never took Octavia to be this messy. It was almost as bad as Vinyl's home.
Octavia returned to the room, this time with her cello case. She smiled brightly at Vinyl, and then closed the door behind her. She set her case on the floor, and removed the locks. She gently took her long bow in hoof, and her cello as well in the other.
"I hope you like it. It's been a working progress for many...many years. This is the first time I've performed it for anypony, so consider yourself lucky!" Octavia smiled warmly at Vinyl, who returned it with a nod of the head.
Vinyl was so ready to hear the song that Octavia had composed herself. She knew it was going to be beautiful, and it was all for her.
Octavia got in her playing position, and made herself comfortable. She lifted her bow, and began to play.
The notes rolled off the strings with ease. The low sound hit Vinyl's ears with grace. Vinyl watched as the gray earth pony moved her arms up and down with each soft stroke. It was at a slow, depressing tempo, but the tune was indeed lovely. Vinyl's heart started to race. And then it hit her.
This was all too familiar to her. It was way too familiar. The tune. The beat. The tempo. The sound. The notes. And above all....the cellist.
The sounds continued to sway through Vinyl's ears. She was starting to become dizzy, and she could barley keep her eyes open. The music was putting her to sleep. Octavia's music was putting her to sleep. Vinyl closed her eyes unwillingly. Her head was spinning. Vinyl tried to lift her eyes. She could hardly make out Octavia's outline, but she could now see that Octavia was no longer playing. Her cello and bow was lying on the floor. Octavia's eyes were wide in horror. Vinyl couldn't see anymore. She couldn't think. She lost all consciousness.
The night was cold. Octavia could hear her parents had finally fallen asleep. The little filly was sitting awake in her bed. Her large purple eyes were staring coldly at the ceiling. Her window was cracked slightly, and the wind sent her chills. It was time.
The gray filly quietly gotten out of her bed. Her flank bore a freshly earned cutie mark. She loved it. It was a light pink treble clef. She admired it briefly in her closet mirror. She earned it well. It was the greatest thing ever. To her at least. Her parents on the other hoof hated it. They despised that Octavia had become a musician. They had always wanted her to be a great artist like them. A painter. Sketcher. Anything along the lines of art.
Octavia tried to explain to them that music was a type of art, but they wouldn't listen. They were completely disappointed in their daughters path. They wouldn't allow her to play her music around them. They couldn't stand to hear it. So Octavia had made a habit of sneaking out at night to play her cello.
The filly turned from the mirror, and walked inside her closet. She reached in the dark, and hoofed at everything until she felt her cello case. She pulled it out of her closet, and opened it up to reveal its magnificent contents.
She first grabbed her bow. She set it next to her. Then she went for the best piece. She picked up her small cello. It was sized just right for her age. It was a gift from her music teacher. That is where she learned to play after all.
She gently caressed the wood of the cellos base. Her hoof traced around the f-holes, and she moved her hoof up towards the tuning pegs. Octavia lifted herself up from the ground, and went over to her window. She lifted it all the way up, and went back to her cello and bow. She grabbed them both, and slipped through the window's opening.
Octavia felt the night air against her soft skin. She smiled with mischief, and started to trot away from her home. Octavia headed towards town square. She didn't think anypony would hear her there as long as she kept her playing low. She finally reached her point, and sat down on a bench. Octavia wasn't used to standing and playing yet, so she practiced while sitting down.
Octavia was almost there. She was so close to reaching her dream. Ever since she started school, her dream was to become the most talented, and prestigious cello player in all of Equestria. She wanted to play for the princess, and for all of Canterlots finest occasions. She wanted to travel all across Equestria, and share her music with everypony. That was her dream, and she was determined to make it so. No matter what.
Octavia began to play. She softly stroked each string with a tiny tug of her bow. The sound was beautiful. Octavia knew it was so. She started to smile as she heard the notes fly off her instrument. She was getting better. Better than last time she played. Her improvements were visible, and she was glad for this. Her gray mane softly swayed in the wind, and her purple eyes began to close slowly. She let all thoughts escape her as she continued to play.
The little filly played till her arms were sore. She could barley lift them up any longer. She ceased her ballad, and dropped her arms to her sides. She exhaled with satisfaction. She began to open her tired eyes. She gasped when they were fully open.
Standing in front of her was another filly, around her age she assumed. It was a little white unicorn. Her short blue mane covered most of her face. She was awfully short. Maybe she wasn't her age after all. The more Octavia observed her, the younger she appeared to be.
Octavia wasn't sure if she should say anything or just wait for the filly to speak. She tried to look the white unicorn in her eyes, but her blue mane was covering them. Octavia cleared her throat, trying to sound regal, and spoke in her most formal way.
"My dear, what are you doing out at this hour? Isn't it awfully late, and dark for such a young filly to be out?" Despite that Octavia was not much older than the unicorn, she tried to act as if she were an adult. She looked at the young filly with concern.
The little unicorn didn't say anything. She instead took a step forward. She slightly turned her flank in the direction of Octavia, and she noticed that it was bare. This filly must be very little.
"Are you lost or something?" Octavia stood up, and leaned her cello against the bench. She walked towards the filly, who timidly backed away. Octavia stopped in her tracks. She didn't want to frighten the filly away.
The white unicorn lifted her head at Octavia. Her mane moved over her face, revealing the fillies eyes. They were very large, and they glimmered in the moon. Octavia wasn't sure if they were red, or pink, or what. The shadow from her mane was making it difficult to quite make out, so Octavia gave up trying to find out.
"You're really beautiful." The little filly took another step towards Octavia.
Octavia's eyes widened at this. The little filly spoke, and she said she was beautiful. Why is that?
"So are you, little one." Octavia smiled warmly at the filly.
"I wanna' grow up to be just like you." The filly took yet another step closer. Octavia grinned sheepishly.
'What is this little filly talking about? My musical skills?'
"Oh, is that so? Well I think you should grow up just like you." Octavia's words went through one ear of the filly, and out the other.
"I wanna' grow up just like you!" The unicorn was so close to Octavia now that she was starting to feel uncomfortable. She knew it was only a child, but it was starting to creep her out.
Octavia tried to fake a laugh. It wasn't very convincing. The little filly stared straight into Octavia's worried eyes.
'Who is this kid? What does she want? Where did she come from?'
"Will you let me?" The fillies eyes shimmered. It seemed as if she was on the verge of tears. Octavia didn't know anything else to do but comfort her, and give her her way.
She placed her hoof on top of the scraggly blue mane, and gently rubbed it.
"Of course I will. If that's what you want, then you can do it."
The wide eyed filly looked up at Octavia. A huge smile formed across her small, white muzzle.
"One day...you will see me again, but I will be bigger, and beautiful, and I will be just as talented as you. One day....you will see me again." The filly leaned over to Octavia. Her tiny muzzle stretched up to Octavia's, and she gently peaked her on her own. The unicorn then turned around, and she ran away. She ran faster than any little filly Octavia had ever seen.
Octavia lifted her hoof to her muzzle, and softly touched her lips. Her eyes still wide, and shocked. That little filly kissed her. Why?
Octavia left town square and headed back to her home. She snuck through her window once more, and put her cello away. She silently got back into the safety of her bed. The strange filly still in her mind. She fell asleep, not knowing that would be the last time she would ever see that mysterious, blue maned, unicorn.
As Octavia sat next to her bed, Vinyl asleep within her sheets. She felt awful that Vinyl had passed out. She still had no clue as to why she did. Maybe her music bored her to death. She watched as the snoozing unicorn nestled against her blankets. Her shades were still glued to her eyes. Octavia couldn't help but return to their gaze. She wanted ever so badly to take them off, but that would be a violation to Vinyl's privacy, and of her personal self.
Octavia rested her head against her hoof, and let out a sigh. She looked over to her shelf next to the door. Nothing was there but a stack of musical papers. She couldn't help but want to trash them. She wanted to throw away every sheet music she ever owned, or wrote. She wanted to destroy her tracks, and classical CD's. She even couldn't help but want to demolish her cello.
She hated her music now. She had no life left for it. Maybe her parents were right all along. Maybe music was not the right choice for her. If only she had listened to them. Music had done nothing for her but brought her pain, and agony. She dreaded to play anymore. And now, that she found out her music bores ponies to faint, it was even worse.
Octavia looked back at Vinyl's young and lively face. As she did, all those thoughts disappeared. She no longer hated music. Something about Vinyl made her forget those things. It made her even more wanting to play. Wanting to listen. Wanting to compose. What was it about Vinyl? Octavia wasn't quite sure yet.
A small smile formed across Octavia's face. She silently watched Vinyl in her slumber. The DJ softly snored, and her ears would often twitch from time to time. Octavia smiled even more at this.
Suddenly Octavia heard the unicorn say something. Was she awake? No. She was still asleep. She was talking in her sleep.
"One day..." Vinyl softly said. She stopped for a small moment, but then Octavia heard her continue.
"...you will see me again."
Octavia's purple eyes opened widely in shock. What did Vinyl just say? What did it even mean?
Octavia's mind was spinning. She started to hear those exact words ring through her head. It was as if it was set on repeat, but instead of Vinyl's deep grown voice, it was a small voice of a filly that spoke them.
'One day...you will see me again.' Octavia stood up, and went up close to Vinyl.
She slowly moved her hoof towards Vinyl's muzzle, and softly rubbed her own. Octavia was in complete disbelief.
Vinyl rolled over on her side. The sheets rustled, as she softly nudged her muzzle against Octavia's hoof. Octavia quickly jerked away, afraid that she had awaken Vinyl from her slumber. But Vinyl had only stirred in her sleep, and leaned on her other side. Octavia was relieved.
Was this really that filly? The filly from long ago? The same filly that caused her own fillyhood to be a confused one? That caused her to sit in that same exact place every night, and wait to see if she would ever appear again? The same filly that had taken her first kiss?
Octavia moved a tad bit closer to Vinyl's face. She took her hoof and ran across Vinyl's cheek. She gently raised Vinyl's head towards her. Octavia's eyes began to become heavy with tears. She tried to hold them in, but they ran down her face, and one dripped on Vinyl's cheek.
Octavia's heart started to pound. The speed was intense, and she couldn't control her shaking body. Octavia hovered over Vinyl's face. She could see that Vinyl's eyes were gently closed under her shades. She could see that Vinyl had very thick, and delicate eyelashes.
Octavia moved in closer towards Vinyl's muzzle. Her white fur was so soft to the touch, and Octavia couldn't help but softly feel Vinyl's lips with her hoof.
'I wonder what they taste like....'
Octavia leaned in all the way this time. She wanted to know. She wanted to feel them. It had been so long. She always wanted to, ever since the first time. Ever since she was seven. She waited for this moment for so long, and she could finally see it right before her very eyes. Thirteen years later. There she was.....before her very eyes.
The night air was cold. Vinyl had left the warmth of her bed, and made her way out the front door. Her parents were sleeping soundly, and even if they were to wake up and find her missing, they wouldn't care. She hated to be there. Nothing special ever happened except for the fact that her parents would fight ever other hour.
The little unicorn escaped her jail. She didn't even care to lock the door back.
'Maybe somepony will go in, and steal everything that my parents own. Maybe even take them!' Vinyl smiled at her deviant thought, and continued to trot away.
Vinyl didn't feel as if she was a very important little filly. Everypony in her class all had their cutie marks, and she still didn't. She didn't have anything that she was good at. How was she supposed to get a cutie mark if she wasn't talented in any way at all? The frustrated filly kicked at the dirt with her white hoof.
Her thoughts wondered around in every part of her young mind. Her eyes stared angrily at the ground. She didn't know what to do. She hated being the youngest at school, and she hated being the youngest at home. She hated being young at all. She wanted to grow up in one day. She wanted to show everypony that she was somepony important. She wanted to prove to everypony that one day she would be loved. She would be talented, and everypony would want to be her! She knew that she would be somepony great one day, and she was anticipating it.
The little filly started to smile. A small spark of pride glimmered in her big eyes, and she lifted her head up towards the dark, moon-filled sky.
"One day, everypony here, and everywhere, will know my name!" Vinyl quietly said. She pretended as if ponies were cheering her name, and hoof pumping the air, she let out a feeble chant.
"Vinyl! Vinyl! Vinyl!" She mimicked a crowd of ponies. She smiled as she amused her own self.
The wind started to blow, and her mane flew in the breeze. This made the little unicorn all the more amused. She lifted her tiny arms in the air, and smiled as big as her little muzzle would let her.
"Look upon me Equestria! For one day you will know my name!"
Vinyl suddenly jumped back at the sound of music. She looked around everywhere making sure nopony saw her. Nopony was around her. She heard the sound again, but this time it sustained. The noise quietly filled the air, and Vinyl's small white ears were completly pierced by the sound.
The notes made Vinyl softly sway her head. She was pulled by the music. She followed to where it was coming from.
There in the distance, Vinyl could see another filly. A gray earth pony was sitting on a park bench. Her little arms were moving vigorously. Her muisical wand was sliding across the large wooden instrument. Vinyl wasn't sure what it was. It looked like an oversized violin to her.
The little unicorn silently moved closer to the gray filly. Vinyl noticed that she had a cutie mark. Another filly that had a cutie mark before Vinyl. But this filly looked older than her. Slightly older. This made Vinyl feel a little better.
The music was still dancing around in the darkness. The little musician had her eyes closed. She hadn't noticed Vinyl standing in front of her.
The wind blew slightly, and Vinyl's mane fell in front of her eyes. She was too involved in the sound to move it aside. She didn't want to move an inch. She stood still until the music stopped. She could see that the gray earth pony was slowly opening her eyes. Vinyl was frozen in shock. She didn't move.
The musician gasped, and slightly jumed back. Vinyl had startled her obviously.
The gray pony spoke. Vinyl thought she sounded rather silly. It seemed as if she were trying to sound older than she actually was.
"My dear, what are you doing out at this hour? Isn't it awfully late, and dark for such a young filly to be out?"
Vinyl ignored what the pony had said. She instead took a step closer to the pony. She wanted to get a closer look. This musician was quite beautiful. Her gray mane was perfectly intact, and her eyes were a deep purple. They looked so pretty in the moonlight.
The gray pony stood up from her seat, and put her instrument to the side. She spoke again, and walked towards the filly. But Vinyl had no idea what the pony said, she wasn't listening anymore to her words. She backed up a small bit, and noticed the pony stopped too.
Vinyl lifted her head up towards the attractive pony. Her mane fell back into place, and she gazed straight into her purple eyes. She could see that the gray pony was looking directly into hers too. Was this a good thing?
Vinyl couldn't help but stare. This pony looked like no other, and her musical skills were beautiful just like her. Vinyl wanted to speak to her. She couldn't find anything to say though, but she finally built up her thoughts, and spit something out.
"You're really beautiful." Vinyl couldn't believe she just said that. Out of everything she could have said, and she chose to say that!
Vinyl could see that the pony had said something in return, and was now smiling at her. Vinyl didn't try to figure out what she said. She didn't really care. She couldn't help but be lost into her large purple eyes. She could smell a sweet scent that was arousing her, and she wanted to lean closer to smell it even stronger.
"I wanna' grow up to be just like you." The words slipped right passed Vinyl's lips. She couldn't help but say them. She wanted to be just as beautiful, and talented as this pony. She wanted to be able to play such beautiful music. She wanted to play music for everypony. Then will she be known. If she were talented such as this gray filly, she would be known.
The gray pony responded, but Vinyl only repeated herself to her. Then the earth pony laughed. Did she think it was funny? Did she think that Vinyl was joking? Or was she making fun of her like everypony else?
"Will you let me?" Vinyl wanted to cry now. She didn't want this lovely pony to laugh at her. She didn't want her to think she was foolish. She only wanted to look over her. She wanted to be her friend.
The gray filly responded to this. This time Vinyl heard her.
"Of course I will. If that's what you want, then you can do it."
Vinyl held back her unneeded tears. She couldn't help but smile at the filly. She had told her that she could be like her. She said she could do it if she wanted to. Vinyl was so excited, and thrilled. She stared into the large eyes of the gray earth pony. Her eyelashes were long, and perfectly placed.
Vinyl didn't hold back her words. She said them with confidence, and ease.
"One day...you will see me again, but I will be bigger, and beautiful, and I will be just as talented as you. One day....you will see me again."
Vinyl's heart started to pound. Her stomach churned as she leaned in towards the gray musician. She was lost in her gaze, and she couldn't help herself but to move closer. She couldn't stop herself no matter how hard she tried. It was as if a magnetic pull was drawing her nearer and nearer. She finally reached the pony as close as she could get. Without hesitation, Vinyl got on her tip-hoof, and kissed the pony. She savored the flavor of the musicians sweet, soft lips. She melted inside of the earth pony. Only a small peck seemed like forever.
Vinyl retreated from her lip embrace, and quickly turned around before she could even see the ponies reaction. She lifted her hooves from the ground, and sped off at full speed. She was afraid to slow down, and turn around. She was afraid to move slowly at all. She was afraid to look the gray filly in her purple eyes. All she could do was run, and never look back.
Vinyl looked out her window. The night air was cool.
The little white filly stared into the moon. Her lips still tingling from the foreign procedure she had preformed. Vinyl softly lifted her hoof towards her muzzle. She gently touched her lips, only slightly for she was afraid to rub off the sweet taste that still lingered on them.
She slightly smiled at the thought of that musician. Her music was still playing through her ears. She would never forget that tune. She would always remember it no matter what. Maybe one day the filly could play it again for her. Maybe that day would be soon. She hoped for that at least. But the little unicorn stared into the moon. Replaying her kiss over and over in her thoughts. Knowing that that would not be the last time she would feel those lips. Knowing that one day she would do it again. Knowing that one day....she would see her again.
Octavia was inches away from Vinyl's muzzle. Her heart was picking up speed, and she softly gulped. This was her chance. Vinyl would never know. She just couldn't hold back these strange feelings anymore. She was positive that this was the pony from her past. She knew that this was that pony. And she wasn't going to let her escape her again.
After that little filly disappeared Octavia could never get the thoughts of her out of her head. She replayed every single word, every single movement, every single sound. But over time the image of the filly herself started to disappear as well. Her memories could vaguely remember what the unicorn looked like. She could only remeber her actions.
But now as she sat muzzle to muzzle with Vinyl, her memories started to clear up. They could now be seen. She remembered everything.
Octavia felt her skin tingle. Her tail flicked slightly, as she could feel Vinyl softly breathing on her. Octavia somewhat opened her mouth. She could feel her tounge was throbbing. She was yearing to feel Vinyl against her. She desired to feel her lips against her own. She leaned in all the way this time, nothing would stop her.
Vinyl opened her mouth. Octavia could see it was the opportune time. She licked the tips of her lips, and went in for Vinyl's mouth.
Vinly slightly moaned, and stirred. Octavia backed away quickly. Had she awakened her?
Vinyl squeezed her eyes, and then released them from her tight grip. Her eyes fluttered as she saw Octavia leaning over her. What was she doing?
Octavia put her hoof on Vinyl's soft face. She moved it up her cheek until she felt the rim of Vinyl's shades. Octavia grabbed them, and slowly pulled them off Vinyl's face. This time, Vinyl didn't fight it. She let Octavia take them away from her. She layed there under Octavia with slight confusion.
Octavia pulled them completly off. Vinyl squinted her eyes at the sudden bright glare of the light she wasn't used to seeing. She fully opened them when she got adjusted to the lighting.
Octavia stared in awe. Vinyl's eyes were huge. They were twice as large as Octavia's. Vinyl had eyelashes like nopony Octavia had ever seen before. They were so full, and long, and delicate. Her pupils were large, and they shined in the light. But the most wonderous aspect of them were the shade. Vinyl had magnificent red colored eyes. It gave her a slight devilish look, but that was overpowered by the rest of her. Octavia dropped Vinyl's shades on the floor.
Vinyl didn't know what to think. What was Octavia doing to her? Why had she taken her shades away? Why was she sitting on top of her? What was she doing?
"Octavia?" Vinyl said meekly.
Octavia didn't hear her. Octavia lifted her hoof to her own mouth, and gently touched her lips. Vinyl looked at her peculiarly. Vinyl lifted her own hoof. She timidly lifted it towards Octavia. Why was she doing this? What was she doing now?
Vinyl gently touched Octavia's muzzle. It was warm, and soft. Octavia slowly closed her eyes as Vinyl caressed her lips. Octavia wrapped her hooves around Vinyl's, and she smoothly lifted it from her muzzle. She rubbed them against her cheek, and then she gently pulled them down to Vinyl's side.
Octavia released one hoof from Vinyl, and slid it across Vinyl's body. She slowly pulled it up towards Vinyl's face. Octavia rested her hoof under Vinyl's jawbone. With her other hoof, she tenderly swept Vinyl's blue mane out of her gorgeous eyes.
The sun started to set. The colors filled the room. Vinyl moved her eyes towards the window. It was getting dark. Vinyl had to get to work!
Octavia leaned forward, her chest rubbing against Vinyl's skin. This made Vinyl softly wince, and Octavia slightly smiled. It was the right time, Octavia was going for it.
She nuzzled Vinyl's soft muzzle, and swiftly moved her mouth towards Vinyl's vulnerable lips. She could feel Vinyl breathing down her neck, she was almost there.
Octavia was one breath away from Vinyl's muzzle, but suddenly Vinyl started to resist. She squirmed under Octavia's warm belly, and tried to escape her grasp.
'Oh no! What have I done!?' Octavia started to silently panic. She lifted herself off of Vinyl, and released her.
"Oh, Im...very sorry Octavia....but it's getting late, and I really need to get to work! I can't be late again..." Vinyl sheepishly said. Her cheeks were obviously flustered, and they were as red as her eyes. Vinyl tried to make a convincing smile, but her muscles were too weak, or relaxed, to create to gesture. Octavia stared deep into Vinyl's eyes, and she slowly lifted herself off of her bed. She leaned over, and retrieved Vinyl's shades from the ground.
Octavia took a moment to look at her purple reflection. She saw nothing but shame. She slightly brushed them off, and then slowly handed them to Vinyl.
As if she were hiding from Octavia's gaze, Vinyl quickly placed her shades over her eyes. A tiny smile was forced upon her muzzle. She wasn't sure what to think. What to say. What to do.
Octavia lowered her eyelids, as she kept her eyes on Vinyl. She wouldn't let her leave her sight.
"I really should be going to work now....um.." Vinyl cleared her throat.
Her heart was pounding. Her chest was starting to become sore. Her body was heated up, and her legs trembled as she stepped off the bed. Her body was starting to sweat as she looked at Octavia. Why was this? What was happening to her? Who exactly is this pony anyways?
Octavia stood there with no response. No facial expression. Just stood there.
"...um...Octavia, would you like to go to the club with me...perhaps? If you have nothing to do that is..." Vinyl felt a not in her throat. She swallowed hard, and her heart picked up speed.
Octavia's glare was not helping much. Vinyl couldn't tell what the pony was thinking. She couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind. She couldn't help but wonder why she had been on top of her. She couldn't help but wonder why she herself...enjoyed it.
Octavia slightly pursed her lips, and then proceeded in her answer.
"I do think that would be quite interesting to experience."
Vinyl's mouth was slightly open. What had Octavia just said? Vinyl was unsure, she had barley understood. She was too lost in her deep purple eyes. They reminded her of something, but she couldn't quite put her hoof on it.
"What...what was that?" Vinyl asked. Her ear twitched, and she shifted her weight to her other side.
"I will join you." Octavia answered. She slightly grinned. It seemed more mischievous than anything, but Vinyl ignored that. She couldn't help but let a smile form across her muzzle as well. For some reason she was really excited to hear this. It made her blood pump at extreme speed, and she was hurried to get out the door.
There they were. Vinyl had been ten minutes late, but nopony seemed to notice her absence between that time. At her arrival, everypony started to rile up. She could hear their chants, her name was repeatedly called. This pleased Vinyl's ears. Everypony knew who she was. Everypony knew her name. Everypony loved her.
Octavia's eyes widened at the responses that Vinyl received by all the ponies in the club. She followed Vinyl over to her stereo system, and DJ mixer. Glares, and nasty glances were shot her way by all the mares in the crowd. Octavia could hear repulsive words being thrown around from all the hardly whispering that was being done. Octavia had a feeling that she was being talked about, and not in a very good way either. But she was of course to above that to be touched by their meager foolery. Octavia walked behind Vinyl with her head cocked, and her eyes focused.
Vinyl started to play her loud, yet rhythmically catchy music. She bobbed her head up and down, and her mane swayed from side to side as she did so. Octavia stared as Vinyl became lost in her music.
'So beautiful...'
Octavia's heart started to beat to Vinyl's creation. A symphony of pleasure started to flow through Octavia's body. Her insides were heating up, and her stomach started to churn. Her own music started to play in her head along with Vinyl. That very song she had played so long ago. That very tune that she practiced days on end to play for Vinyl whenever she would return. That very melody that mad Vinyl pass out. She could hear it clearly now, and Vinyl's music intertwined with it.
Octavia could feel the yearning to play. She wanted to play her cello alongside Vinyl. She wanted to create music with her. She wanted to make something beautiful with her.
Vinyl slightly turned her head towards Octavia to see how she was doing. Her eyes automatically met with Octavia's. What was it about her eyes that was so familiar? Did they remind her of somepony else? Maybe from long ago? Vinyl still couldn't place what it was exactly. But whatever it may be, Vinyl knew it had to be important. She could feel it.
Octavia focused her stare over to the left of Vinyl. She was watching the records spin at full speed. She could hear the sound that was coming from them. She lifted her head, and slowly closed her eyes.
Octavia lifted her hooves in the position as if she were holding up her cello and bow. She started to stroke her imaginary strings, and she swayed smoothly along with her imaginary music. She slightly opened one eye, and her pupil stared at Vinyl who was intensely glaring back at her. She had a dumbfounded look upon her white face.
Octavia continued to play her invisible instrument. Everypony else in the club were throwing dirty glances at her. But Vinyl continued to stare at her with amazement. What was this gray pony doing? Was she pretending to play along? Vinyl could tell by Octavia's movements that she was playing her cello. But why?
Octavia completed her silent balled, and she released her playing position. She opened her eyes, and walked over to Vinyl, completely next to her, and then she opened her mouth and spoke.
"Do you still want to be like me?" Octavia glared straight into Vinyl's soul. She didn't move a single muscle. It didn't even seem as if she were breathing. She was completely still. Her deep purple eyes melted into Vinyl.
Vinyl couldn't respond. Her mind was spinning, and memories were being tossed around in her head. She could't seem to think straight. But finally it hit her. She finally realized. She hit a loop button on her mixer, and took her hooves away from it. She stood straight in front of Octavia. Their eyes piercing through each other.
As the moon lifted, and the sun began to show itself overhead, the little white filly lifted her eyes as well. Her tangled short mane was covering her face, and her heart was fluttering. She looked down at her bare flank. Vinyl let out a small sigh.
A tune was playing in her head. That was strange. It sounded like that gray ponies song that she had played last night, but it had its own kick to it. Vinyl stood up. She let her mane fall back into place as the music in her head continued to play. Her hoof tapped the floor to the beat. She slightly bounced her shoulders up and down, and she started to hum the tune. Her singing voice sounded better than she expected. She had never really hummed, or sang before. This got Vinyl to smile.
She continued singing her remixed melody of that musician from last night. Vinyl moved her head up and down, and she started to get louder. She wasn't really particularly caring if it would wake her parents.
The little white unicorn let a spark of magic fly off the tip of her horn. It made a little sound which added a nice touch to her song. What had come over her? She wasn't quite sure, but whatever it was, Vinyl liked it. The insane sounds she was creating in her mind felt as if they were breaking her free. She was being released from a world without music, and being set loose right into the stereo that made the world go round.
Ever since that day, Vinyl had finally realized what she was good at. She finally realized what she loved. She finally realized what she would live for. Vinyl had left her home after that. That very morning she escaped her dreadful home, and ran away.
She never looked back. As small a filly as she was, she never wanted to go back. Vinyl went everywhere in search of that musical pony that inspired her to become what she was now. She left Ponyville, hoping to find her elsewhere.
She never did.
But Vinyl had came across a place near Ponyville. A little club that Vinyl took up with. She never would leave. No matter how much the owners, and DJ's urged her to leave. She wouldn't budge. It was her new home, and she wasn't going to give it up for the world.
"We meet again." Vinyl took her shades off, and set them on her mixer. Everypony in the club stopped their conversing, and stared at the display set in front of them. Vinyl Scratch had taken off her glasses! Something nopony had every witnessed before.
Octavia, and Vinyl Scratch stood in front of each other. Their eyes were both glimmering in the colored strobe lights. All the club ponies turned their heads, pretending as if they hadn't noticed anything. They continued dancing, and talking as if nothing were going on between their beloved DJ, and a regal looking earth pony.
Vinyl turned slightly over to her mixer. She slammed her hoof down on a button, and the music instantly changed from loud bass, to soft, and slow dancing music.
Vinyl let her red eyes travel over to Octavia. She slightly smiled, and she pulled her arm around over in the direction of Octavia. Vinyl's outstretched hoof invited Octavia in.
"Could I have this dance?" Vinyl lowered her eye lids, and let a loving smile stretch across her muzzle. She raised her eyebrows as she waited for Octavia's answer.
Octavia's mouth was agape, and her large purple eyes were looking at Vinyl with curiosity. She slowly lifted one hoof from the floor, and timidly reached for Vinyl's. Their two hoofs interlocked, and Vinyl gently pulled Octavia to the dance floor.
Everypony saw what was happening, and slowly cleared the floor to give the two ponies the whole dance to themselves. Vinyl was very appreciative of this, and gave everypony a glance of thanks. They acknowledged her, and everypony bowed their heads at the two ponies. Octavia was amazed by this. Most of these ponies looked rough, and as if they were all on drugs, yet they were acting as if they were honoring the two of them, or at least honoring Vinyl.
Vinyl knew that these ponies in her club were more than just partiers, they were all music loving ponies, much like herself, and they all respected Vinyl in more than just one way. She loved them as a whole. They kept her going through all the years. But the one pony that kept her from giving up, the one pony that gave her the reason to keep on, that one pony was Octavia.
Vinyl had never forgotten Octavia ever since she met her. That little gray earth pony had always stayed in her mind. So how could she had not noticed that Octavia was her all along? She wasn't quite sure, but it didn't matter anymore. She knew now, and Octavia was here with her, dancing with her.
Octavia's eyes lit up, and her heart was increasing in speed. After all that waiting, she finally came to her. Vinyl had finally returned to her. Vinyl had kept her promise.
Those words rang through Octavia's ears as she swayed side to side in the arms of Vinyl.
One day....you will see me again, but I will be bigger, and beautiful, and I will be just as talented as you. One day....you will see me again."
All of those promises had been kept. Except Octavia believed that Vinyl wasn't as talented as her, she believed that Vinyl was much more talented than her. Vinyl had exceeded in her musical skills. Octavia was nothing more than an instrumentalist who was starting to loose her touch. Vinyl was still young in her music, she still had what it takes, she still had the inspiration needed to be a great musician.
Vinyl looked directly into Octavia's eyes, as if she knew what Octavia was thinking. She leaned in slowly, and kissed Octavia's gray forehead. She smiled softly, and Octavia looked with disbelief. Her heart was pounding, and her cheeks were steaming. She couldn't help but let a smile form.
The two ponies danced together gracefully across the floor. Vinyl pulled Octavia in closer to her, and they felt the warmth of each other's bodies.
"You surely are much older now. You're definitely beautiful.....and it seems you have finally returned to me..." Octavia looked deeply into Vinyl's fiery eyes. Vinyl did the same. The two musicians danced, and looked into each other with love. They were trapped in each other, but they weren't hasting to be set free.
"I guess you were right. Music does seem to bring ponies together in the oddest of ways."Vinyl said, gently smiling.
"Music is quite powerful, indeed." Octavia replied.
"I want to share mine with you..."
"As do I..."
The two ponies slowly drifted their words. Vinyl started to lower her eyes, as she leaned in closer to Octavia. She tilted her head slightly, and moved in for Octavia's lips.
"One day...."
Vinyl's lips interlocked with Octavia. The two ponies melted into each other. Their hearts beating in unison.
Vinyl cherished every part of Octavia. She was the pony who made her who she was today. She was the only mare for her. She had always loved her, and Octavia felt the same way.
"I love you...." The two ponies spoke out loud together. They both smiled, and slightly giggled at this.
"Welcome back, Vinyl..." Octavia said as she rested her head on Vinyl's shoulders.
Welcome back....
Octavia wasn't sure what would become of them after this. The future was a complete mystery. But if Princess Celestia was right, then Octavia was sure she had nothing to worry about.
Vinyl would only benefit her, and her future. Octavia was quite sure. But how could anypony truly know? They couldn't. But Octavia, and Vinyl weren't scared to find out.....together.
