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// chap5 A false crescendo 
// Story: The staff and barrs of life . 
// by WarrAinjal 
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At their graduation / going away party. Mr. Backstage sat down two envelopes in front of Vinyl and Octavia.
"Vinyl ,Octavia, your mothers and I are very proud of you and we want you to have this. It’s just enough to get by on for a few months." Vinyl took off her glasses and clapped.

"Thank you father. This means a lot to both of us." Octavia spoke.

"This is, however, a one time thing. As you go out on your own we know you will do great things."
As the party wore on Octavia took Vinyl aside. "If we take the bits and move in together we can afford to buy a house instead of rent. And with my new chair on the Ponyville Strings we should get along just fine." Vinyl stopped her hooves, enraptured with the idea. She quickly ran to their room, retrieving two flyers and a small box. First Vinyl handed the box to Octavia. Inside was a now mended rose wood bow. 

"You saved it for me. And even fixed it. Thank you." Octavia said, hugging Vinyl's neck. Then came the flyers. The first was a help wanted flyer for a music store with the wanted written over by the word “taken”.

Octavia "Good for you. With that we should be on our own hooves quite nicely." Then Vinyl held up a hoof-made flyer with the name D.J. Pon3 on it.

"Why are yo..u..." Then she noticed the cutie mark on the flyer. As she read it Vinyl pulled her over to a table . Up from under it emerged two turntables . Holding up a microphone to Octavia's mouth she tapped the flyer.
"Friends, family, I give you for your listening pleasure D.J. Pon3!" While most of the crowd did not know what to make of it at first.

Melody walked over to her beloved " You two planned this all along, didn't you? "
"Maybe?" Vinyl 45 said with a playful wink.

Back Stage rolled his eyes. "Whatever do you mean dearest?" She just closed her eyes and wrapped them both in a hug. A song or two later, Octavia with her now mended bow in hand, played a shrill set of notes from her bass cello. Vinyl resounded with a Scratch jump to a beat with a higher tempo. As the song went on the two siblings seemed to be in conflict with each other. 

Melody began to walk toward Octavia to stop it . But Mr. Stage held her firm, whispering in her ear. "Let it go and listen. They know what they’re doing." As she gave in , the two stiles stopped fighting but began blending into each other, until after a reining crescendo, both performers took a bow to a stomping crowd.

"Why do they have to grow up and leave us?" asked Vinyl 45.

Mr. Stage comforting his teary eyed loves, replied " Thy have each other. Our daughters will be just fine out there in Ponyville."

Epilogue

No matter what you’re facing in life, play your song. Whether it’s a muted mic like Vinyl, or if life cracked your amp’s case and left it with a broken wheel. Play on because …
The Song Of Life Is Never Finished.




  The Song  Life Is Never Finished .