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// Story Time 
// Story: More in Common 
// by Batgirl639 
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Story Time


“Do they recognize you?” Octavia asked.
“I don’t think so,” Vinyl said.
Before leaving the hotel, Vinyl got a makeover. Her mane and tail were curled, all the scary black make up was taken off of her eyes, she wasn’t wearing her blue dress and was wearing a long red one instead. Even though Vinyl complained and whined, she finally allowed Octavia to take off her sunglasses and leave them in the hotel. For Vinyl, it was torture.
“Where’s the band?” Vinyl asked.
“Hmmmm..... Over there,” Octavia said as she looked at a small stage with the band on it.
“Okay, let’s do this!” Vinyl said.
“No, let’s not do this!” Octavia said. “This is ridiculous!”
“Don’t worry, I already ruined the party once. This’ll help you get back in the game, dude.” Vinyl said.
“Fine,” Octavia said.
“Yes!”
Octavia walked away from Vinyl and went to talk to some other ponies. Vinyl had a cello case with her. She casually walked toward the little band of ponies.
“G’day, mates!” Vinyl said in an accent. The ponies stared at her. Ugh! The kangaroo accent isn’t the fancy one! It was the accent Fancy Pants has! Vinyl thought as the white fur on her face turned into a dark pink.
“Pardon me, might I accompany you in your pilgrimage to spawn sterling harmonisation?” Vinyl asked in her best Fancy Pants accent. The band stopped playing and just stared at her now.
Why do you keep staring at me? I know I’m a freak. You don’t need to rub it it!  Vinyl wanted to scream. Instead she said, “Oh my Celestia! Can I play music with you. I have my cello.” She forgot to say it in her fancy accent, but it didn’t matter because the ponies knew it was fake anyway. She showed them the case she was carrying on her back.
“Eh, why not,” a pony said. “We’re missing two ponies anyway.”
Vinyl smiled as she unpacked her case. The ponies looked over her head to see what was in the case. This pony, who none of them recognized, seemed to be hiding something. They all gasped when Vinyl took the instrument out of the case. They were shocked to see her unpack a real cello.
“What?” Vinyl asked.
“Uh... Nothing, nothing. We just thought we saw something else in the case. We were wrong. Just.... Forget it,” one of the ponies said.
“Okay,” Vinyl said.
“Lets, start playing,” another pony said.

Octavia watched the scene from the orderves table. She knew something bad was going to happen. It worried her that Vinyl might do something bad to the ponies here. Although she didn’t know exactly what Vinyl was going to do for the grand finale, she knew it wouldn’t be good. Vinyl didn’t fit in very well with fancy ponies.
Octavia turned around when she heard ponies behind her snickering and gossiping about her mane. Octavia learned to like it, even though she would give it up in a heartbeat to geet her old mane back as soon as possible.
“Something the matter, ladies?” Octavia asked.
“Nope... Nothing at all. We were just admiring your fabulous  mane,” one of the mares said.
“I’m sure you were,” Octavia said sweetly, but there was still an edge to her voice.
“Uh-huh! It looks just like that party pooper mare’s mane,” the other mare said. Her friend stepped on her hoof and cleared her throat.
“Oh, but yours is much more couth,” the pony with sore hoof said. Both mares put on really big, fakes, smiles.
“Thanks,” Octavia said. She walked away shortly before the mares started snickering again.
Some of these ponies can be real snobs, Octavia thought.
Forget about earlier. DJ Pon-3, feel free to do anything you want to these ponies, Octavia began thinking with an evil smile.

“So, you went to the ancient ruin, then you joined the space program after escaping the wedding where your cousin married the mare who killed your father, but what happened next?” A stallion asked Vinyl.
“If you stop interrupting me, I’ll tell you,” Vinyl said.
“Sorry, ma’am,” the stallion said.
“Where was I?.... Oh yeah! After I jumped out of the command module to get away from the rabid monkey that was in it, I fell right into the deep, shark-infested waters, of the Mareiterranean Sea,” Vinyl said. She was telling the members of the band her fake lifestory based on one of the few books she read.
“Whoa! What did...Wait a minute! There aren’t any sharks in the Mareiterranean!” a Mare said.
“Oh, there are sharks all right! I know too much about them. They’re extinct now, but they were vicious!” Vinyl said. “I dived under the water a few yards, but I swam into a submarine that was hidden within the murky water!”
A stallion walked toward the little group of ponies who were in the middle of storytime. He looked at them. Their instruments were on the stage, but their owners were relaxing on the grass listening to the DJ’s story.
“Excuse me, but I was wondering why the band isn’t playing any music,” the stallion said.
“Sorry,” Vinyl said. “I’ll tell you the story some other time,” she added to the band.
“No!” They all exclaimed.
“Tell the part about when you saved everypony when the highschool was on fire!” A mare said.
“Again? Fine! I walked down the halls when I smelt smoke!” Vinyl exclaimed. Everypony gasped.
“Wait a second!” The stallion who interrupted the band said. “I know you! We went to highschool together. It never caught on fire.” Vinyl turned about twenty different shades of red.
“You must be thinking of somepony else,” Vinyl squeaked.
“Don’t play coy with me. You’re talking about that book!”
“I have to go,” Vinyl said. She jumped up to gallop away, but then a mare grabbed her leg.
“Please! I don’t care if you’re making up! I want to hear the rest!” She begged.
“Yes, please!” Everypony else said.
“Alright, alright. Sit down everypony,” Vinyl said. She told the rest of the story. She kept her eye on Octavia the whole time. When Octavia looked at her, she started playing an imaginary cello. Octavia got the hint.
“Why are you pretending to play a bass?” A pony asked.
“Oh...I... When Dr. Chrome Shadow hooked his mind control thing up to me, it made me play bass. Even after I escaped I still get seizure of playing it.”
“You what?” A stallion asked.

Octavia looked over at Vinyl who had a small group of ponies gathered around her. Vinyl noticed Octavia and started playing an invisible cello. Octavia knew what she meant. She galloped to the stage the band was supposed to be on. She picked up the cello Vinyl brought with her since Octavia left hers at the hotel.
She started playing the song she played at tryouts. Everypony at the party cheered. The lack of music from the band was getting on their nerves.
“Hey!” Some ponys in the band exclaimed. They jumped up to run to the stage.
Noticing their move, Vinyl quickly said, “Then, I was shot!” The ponies who stood up sat back down to hear the rest of the story.

Vinyl’s plan worked. Everypony loved Octavia now. She saved the party. Although the band members wanted to perform too, they couldn’t risk never hearing the rest of the story. Octavia caught Vinyl’s eye.
“Thank you,” she mouthed. Vinyl couldn’t respond due to her having to continue the never ending story. She nodded to Octavia as a silent, “sure thing.”