Octavia tapped her chin, contemplating on what question she should ask. It seemed that there weren’t any rules in the question asking, just an unsaid agreement not to reveal any information about the other person. She didn’t want to get into more super personal information as the talk about their sex lives and breast sizes had worn her out about those types of things. In all honesty, Octavia wanted to hear about Vinyl herself. Though that sounded pretty obvious, she really meant it. Vinyl herself was such an eccentric individual, so boisterous no matter what, that Octavia was curious about her life.
“Umm, tell me about your life, please?” Octavia shifted around the pillows, a bit nervous about what Vinyl would say in response to her new question.
From the other side of the room, closer to the wall than Octavia, Vinyl shrugged, “I mean, sure. Anything specific?”
“How about what made you choose the route of an artist of this...electronic music?”
Vinyl chuckled, “It’s EDM, that’s the general thing at least.” She scratched her head, contemplating on how to go about describing her affinity for EDM. “Let’s see...I think it started when I was pretty young. Probably started when I saw a concert with my brother, actually, I still listen to their music.”
Octavia stayed silent as she watched Vinyl get up from the bed, sitting down at the computer and typing a bit before she swiveled back around to face Octavia. The movie on the television had been paused for whatever Vinyl had planned, which became obvious when the EDM began to blast from the high-tech speakers near the computer. It still grated a bit on Octavia’s ears, as she still wasn’t that big of a fan of the type of music. There were just sounds that had really high pitches a lot of the time, which really turned her off from wanting to listen to more.
Yet, once the singer began, well...singing, it hit her; this was actually quite good. The different noises were just different instruments, the artist acted as the conductor. Octavia could really see the similarities of both EDM and classical music, though they were still different in many ways. and that would be just the fans of the two. Octavia was definitely curious about what a combination of classical and EDM would sound like. If it worked, it might just be the next big thing, a whole new genre almost. And with their talents, it might just be a possibility.
The song ended and Vinyl returned to her seat, unpausing the movie to continue the aforementioned background noise. “Thoughts?”
“I-I…” Octavia couldn’t quite put it into words, or at least ones that would justify just how highly she thought of the song, the artist, and now, at least just a bit more, the genre as a whole, “I think it was simply amazing.”
Vinyl’s eyes lit up, “I knew that you’d like it,” She paused, “Okay, I really just hoped you’d like it, because, you know, it’s what got me so invested in the genre. Someday I hope to make an impact in the industry, to be known for something, ya know?”
Octavia smiled, “That I do.”
Vinyl sighed, leaning back into the pillows that surrounded her, “It’s amazing, I want to go to one of those really big festivals one day. Tomorrowland, Budokan, or whatever else, just something we can be known at. There’s one coming up soon, but it isn’t enough time to prepare, so I guess we’ll have to wait, or just go to some smaller ones. I don’t know, we just have to make some good music, alright Octy?”
“Yeah.” Octavia crawled over to the bedside, reaching her hand out to Vinyl, “I look forward to it.”
Vinyl grasped her hand in a firm handshake, pulling her onto the bed and onto the plethora of pillows, “Alright, that’s enough about me for now. Can you give me your spiel on why you got into classical music stuff?”
Octavia shrugged, “I digress, my story is not nearly as good as yours.”
Vinyl pouted, “Come on…”
“Fine.” Octavia sighed, laying her head near Vinyl’s legs. “I was pretty much forced into the classical world, now that I think about it. It was just something expected of me, though I just went along with it. I was just happy to be pleasing my parents. When it became something I enjoyed a few years later, I think that’s really when the high point of my career began.”
“Then inspiration struck, huh?” Vinyl commented.
Octavia nodded, “Yup, at least for a good while. Not anymore, sadly. But that’s what i’m here for, to get my, my mojo back.”
“It’ll happen, that’s what I’m here for.” Vinyl gave Octavia a warm smile.
Octavia smiled back, a mild blush had begun to heat up her cheeks. Having a partner, business or romantically, to go over one’s troubles with them, backing them up and helping them out was something a bit new to Octavia. The high society of Canterlot was stuck up, that wasn’t too much of a surprise to many. It created a “fend for yourself” environment, which meant friends were scarce. you could only trust a select few and that was if you were lucky to have someone to trust.
“I’m ecstatic about that, really. I’m looking forward to becoming friends with you, it’s not something I can easily do over in the Canterlot Orchestra.”
Vinyl tilted her head in curiosity, “Oh? You don’t have a ton of friends. That’s surprising, I mean, I’d be friends with you because of that rack alone.”
“I do hope that isn’t the reason for this partnership and possible friendship.” Octavia replied, deadpanned.
Vinyl waved her hand around, yawning, “Nah, nah, I’m doin’ this stuff because of you yourself. I think everything else is pretty much profit, or like, a bonus.”
Octavia yawned, the myth that yawns are contagious seemed to be confirmed, “You just want me for my body.”
Vinyl laughed, “I will neither confirm nor deny that I think you’re hot.”
Octavia closed her eyes, just listening to Vinyl’s voice, “Right back at you, Scratch.”
She heard Vinyl sigh, then the pillows and sheets next to her shifted, “Man, I’m beat. That was a pretty long day.”
Octavia chuckled, sleep beginning to take over, “It’s the same length as yesterday, and the day before, and so on.”
“Yeah, but still, it felt longer, therefore I’m gonna decide it is longer.”
Octavia stretched out on the bed, yawning all the while, “Yes, well, I too am quite beat. Dare I suggest that we turn in for the night?”
“Znghhh.” And it would seem that was as much an agreement as Octavia would get for awhile. She let her mind and body relax. sleep take hold of her, too tired to notice she was in bed with a woman that she had a budding crush for. The real possibility of that crush being returned hadn’t passed through her mind yet, or what could happen with two grown women in a bed alone, but she was too tired to care.