Octavia is panicking.
"How can they ask us to play an unrehearsed duet? Unrehearsed, Vinyl!" she says.
"Whoa there, take a chill pill. Well, don't actually take one of those pills from the bag that says 'chill pills' on it. What I mean is, relax. We got this. We play together all the time at home," Vinyl Scratch says, giving her friend a reassuring smile.
"At home, yes. This is completely different. Now there's a bloody audience!" Octavia says shrilly. "I can't handle this."
"Hey. Listen to me," Vinyl Scratch says, grabbing her friend's shoulders. She lifts up her glasses and forces eye contact with the nervous mare. "I have a plan. Just play slow and sadlike. Whatever your heart desires, as long as it's emotional. I'll be the dissonant upbeat and excited counterpart to whatever you play. That way, you can just play what you want, and I'll handle the harder improvising. How's that sound?"
Octavia's rapid breaths slow down just a bit. "I... I think I can do that. Yes. I'll just... close my eyes and pretend they don't exist. And... play like we do at home. And you're sure you can follow along?"
"Heck yeah, I got this," Vinyl says. "Just remember the plan."
Octavia nods. "Right, I think I've got it."
Vinyl smiles and reiterates, just to be certain.
"I'm wubber, you're blue. Whatever you play, bounce it off of me and I'll stick to you."