“Dearest Vinyl.”
You came into my life by way most unexpected, not by means, my mind could have deflected. We were at the pub in the mall, like most have suspected, a fitting place where we first connected.
Earlier that day I'd been rejected, I was drinking hard and feeling dejected. I heard sparks across the way, and a backing track began to play. I look henceforth, that is when you first met my gaze.
In an otherworldly phase of fire and haze, you arose from the floor a spectacle galore. Atop a tower, of speakers and light, clad in a garment so sleek and bright. Your presence alone, such a sight.
I'd never say it then, but your beauty had might.
You raised your hoof as if to fight. In an instant, the crowd roared. No doubt you were who they came for.
As the roof demanded raze you embraced the craze. With a shark's smile plastered beneath your lavender shrouded soul, you flaunted your instrument, a disc, black as coal.
With your namesake in hoof and the world as same, you twirled your record and boasted your fame. You threw it down hard, cared not for the mar. You spun it fast. An explosion. The music broke the bars.
Forgive me for saying, but you've really come far.
The wubs shorn first, dubs, second and third. My eye twitched, I had no words. A curse torrent lain, rippled through the halls. Such unnatural noise, it rattled the glasses, peeled paint from the walls.
Nary ten-seconds passed before I convulsed, I came there to drink, not check my pulse. I threw down my lager, I would not hear such racket so false.
A minute two later, I'd had enough. With fury and anger, I arose such a clamor; Without ease or subtlety I tore down your banner, pushed pass your droves in such ruthless manner. I even scared the bouncer, you know, the one with the spanner.
I booed you off stage, I rattled your cage. I said, "You suck. I could do better any day."
A lock from your blue mane, I knew you blew. You didn't care, 'tis, not something new, for you. You lept from your tower, as if on cue. Not a second you thought my words were true. With a practiced skill and smart-alec will, you shoved a mic in my face, said, “Pay the bills”.
Nill I wasn't, I'd steep this hill. Call me vain, I won't feign, it'd been a rough day I was hardly sane. With venomous eyes, I ran a hoof through my mane. I thought with my know-how alone, I'd be your bane. “Gainsay”, I said, "you've made your bed."
I still can't believe that went through my head.
I snatched your mic livid, shouted “Challenge accepted!” That brow on your face; you didn't expect this.
In an instant I shot, I did what was expected. I climbed the gray tower. Atop it the seat of your power. I waved at the crowd, the convergence went sour, sharing a glower. Nerves so slight, my rage waned light, I let out a howler. I didn't belong there, I felt like a prowler.
I plucked at the panel, pulled at some rings. Such buttons and bobs, none like I've seen. Oh, how I'd wished for my strings. I pressed a button; more like a few. I failed for a minute probably two. A horrid noise I made; Only overtook by laughter...From you.
Almighty fury roared through my veins. 'You simpleton.' I thought, 'I'd show you the reins.'
As I said, I was hardly sane.
As my thoughts to leave, went to cleave, in the corner I sight Beethoven's classics, still in its sleeve.
You laugh once more, twice like a chuckle. I knew what to do, I would not buckle. I stole the treasure, buried in tripe, blew off the dust, yes this was just my type.
I placed it down ripe, soft as aster, harm I'd never, the works of a master. 'Wing it,' I thought. 'Spin it faster.' I'd rip that smile from your face as white as plaster.
I don't know how, but I actually lasted here. Setting loose a great maul, louder, my concerto whirled through the hall. A dance riot broke loose. I'd made a good call. I smiled. It seemed like taste in music wasn't dead after all. I looked back cocky, expected you'd bawl.
Bawl not you did, my expectations went null. You were having a ball, banging your head, up then a fall. A distraction I thought, I would not lull, rage I felt, you had such gull. I pumped the volume. I'd pierce your hull.
With volume came volume, the room went louder. I have to admit I went proud there. A scratch here a smash there. Back to back every track, an hour of this I spent the rack. The ponies jigged and jacked, I caught no flack. And across the crowd I peered, applause in my ear. Expected your leer you weren't there but not far, you were at the bar, grabbing a beer.
I decidedly jeered. I was done here, I knew you were knocked. I climbed down the tower, to this day I've yet to re-live the shock. My hooves hit the floor, the first words I heard were, “You rock.”
“I beg your pardon?” I doubled back. My confusion was no faux. I gleaned forth skeptically with my eyes, pink as lox.
“I like your style.” You said with great guile. You thought it was “cool” The way I'd been riled.
I blinked. I have to admit, not what I had expected, even by half a mile. After a while, I began to smile. I realized my manners had been amiss for a while. “Thank you,” Came from my lips. I do so appreciate sportsmanship. With a hoof behind my head, I nervously laughed and apologized for my prior crack.
You laughed too. Yours much more sincere. Said you never thought jack of that. To wind down the gear, you tossed me your beer you took me out back and played for me one of your better tracks. With my tantrum subsided, I admitted your knack, and a smack to the back, packed what a clack of our hooves lacked.
We laughed more for a bit. As I do now looking back. That day, both of us had a lack for tact. You sussed me good, figured out my fact. You moved in close, your face held no fear, you asked something personal. I did a double take your motives unclear, “I, uhh!” You leaned in closer, whispered in my ear. Even In this format I dare not repeat the phrase. Just know, I never regretted giving you my number that day.
Happy Hearts and Hooves day,
-Octavia