Vinyl sat, hard at work, at her turntable. She had her laptop open, with her favorite music making program up and running. She held her shades with her magic as she squinted at the screen.
“No...that sounds weird...hmmm.. Yeah.. Yeah! Yes!.... No... Not fast enough...” were only some of the grunts that came from the unicorn as she worked on making the perfect song for her upcoming gig. Yawning, she looked at the time. Just after midnight. She shook herself and stood up.
“I guess I can put this on hold for the rest of the-” The DJ was interrupted by the sound of her stomach growling. “Heh,” she laughed. “Should get something to eat.” She trotted down the hall to the kitchen and opened the fridge. “If Tavi was here, she would have cheerfully made me dinner while I was hard at work.” She opened the freezer. “How hard can it be to cook something?” She asked herself, taking out what looked like a TV dinner. Suddenly the unicorn remembered the pancake incident that happened before Octavia left.
“Oh. Right.” The mare placed the tray back in the freezer and looked around the kitchen. She frowned, only feeling more lonely. Thinking, Vinyl levitated her phone over to her.
“What places are even open this- I’m not in a city.” She sighed and dropped the phone. Her stomach growled again. “Yes, I know. Shush.” She re-opend the freezer, only to see the same stuff as last time. She noticed a tub of ice cream. “Well I guess this’ll have to hold me over till breakfast.” The unicorn grabbed the tub out of the freezer, followed by a spoon from a drawer.
A sudden knock at the door woke Vinyl up. She lifted her head off the couch, causing an empty tub of ice cream to hit the floor, followed by a spoon. The unicorn groaned.
“Just a second.” She said, then rose to her hooves. Pain hit her head as she reached the door, but she managed to fight it back somewhat and open the door. “Hello?” She asked weakly. The mare was greeted by the sudden, and loud, sound of trumpets. The unicorn held her ears, trying to shut out the pain, until they stopped.
“Your highness, Princess Celestia, has requested your audience, Vinyl Scratch.” A guard said. Vinyl slowly opened her eyes. To see the princess pushing her way past the guards
“Thank you, but I can talk to her from here.” She said in a sweet tone. The guards nodded and stepped aside.
“Y-Your highness!” Vinyl quickly bowed. Celestia chuckled.
“And here I thought you’d be mad to see me.” She gracefully smiled.
“Why in Equestria would I be mad at you?” The DJ rose to her hooves once again, then quickly looked around. “Oh I’m being rude. Please, do come in!” Celestia nodded and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I’m sorry for the mess.” Vinyl said, picking up the fallen ice cream tub and spoon.
“Mess? I really wouldn’t call two items on the floor a mess, per say.” She continued to smile. “Anyway, you’re probably wondering why I’m visiting.” The white unicorn trotted to the kitchen, throwing away the tub.
“Yeah, I kinda am.” She responded, as she re-entered the living room. “What brings you here, Princess?” She offered a seat to Celestia. “Is it about the Gala? If it is, don’t worry about it. I understand.”
“Actually, thank you.” Celestia sat. “Actually, it is. Firstly, I want to apologize for not even realizing, or remembering for that fact, that you and Octavia are living together.”
“Ah, don’t worry about it, Princess. I realize you have a lot on your mind for this event. I’m not that important anyway.” Celestia stood, but kept a soft tone in her voice.
“Ah ah ah, Don’t ever tell yourself that, my little pony. You ARE important, in your own special way.” She smiled a little. “I bet you’re important to Octavia.” Vinyl flattened her ears and blushed. Celestia then continued. “Now, Secondly, why I’m here, is to give you this.” She used her magic to float a Gala ticket over to the DJ, who held it with her own magic.
“I...I.. Thank you! You have no idea how bored I’ve been here. I get to see Tavi play!” Celestia chuckled again.
“Tavi? That’s a new one.” She smiled. “Should I tell her of your arrival?”
“No!” Vinyl shouted. Celestia looked at her with shock, wings open in surprise. “I mean.. No.. I want it to be a surprise.” Celestia returned to her smile.
“Understood. Then I will see you in a week.” The princess walked outside and Vinyl stared at the ticket. She listened as Celestia and her guards flew off, then cheered as loud as she could.
“WOOOOO HOOOO!”
“So, you ready to do this?” Spitfire had visited Vinyl a few days after Celestia visited, ready to get the show started. They were in Twilight’s library, waiting for her to quickly look over a spell.
“Am I ever. Thanks again for allowing me to do this, Spitfire.”
“Hey, don’t mention it. Besides, you need more publicity. You’re a great DJ from what I remember.”
“Ah! Here it is!” Twilight walked up to them. “The Cloud Walker spell. It’ll allow you to walk on clouds for three days. Hm. Looks fairly simple to do.” Vinyl couldn’t help but jump a little in excitement. Spitfire giggled.
“I’m ready.” The white unicorn said, calming down a little.
“Alright, hold still.” Twilight directed, her horn starting to glow a slight purple. Vinyl closed her eyes and waited. There was a loud “FLASH” noise a little while later. She opened her eyes again to see Twilight smiling.
“So... does it work?” Spitfire asked, looking Vinyl over.
“Like I would know... I can’t get to clouds to test it out.” Vinyl said, frowning.
“I got this.” The yellow pegasus flew out the door.
“Spike.” Twilight looked over to her assistant.
“Yeah, Twi?” Spike asked, picking up a few books.
“Take a note.” She smiled. The baby dragon dropped everything and took out a quill and paper.
“Ready.”
“Come on Vinyl, let’s see if you can stand on clouds.” Spitfire flew above her friend, then out the door.
“Thanks Twilight!” Vinyl said, walking out the door.
“Dear Princess Celestia...”
“Wait, you sure you can do this?” Vinyl asked, looking up her harness that was connected to the hovering yellow pegasus.
“I’m the captain of the Wonderbolts.” she boasted.
“That’s not really answering my question...” The unicorn blinked a few times. Spitfire sighed.
“If I can’t do it alone, I’ll just ask for assistance. I’m pretty sure though I can do this on my own, trust me.” Vinyl smiled and shrugged
“Well alright.”
“You all hooked up and ready?” Spitfire landed next to the unicorn.
“Yup.” Vinyl nodded.
“Good I had some DJ equipment shipped to us up there, and it’s a special kind that can sit on clouds... It cost us a lot, so this show better be a success.”
“Wow, you didn’t have to spend that much for me.”
“Ah, but I did. You’re like, my best friend, Vinyl. I couldn’t just leave you hanging without the best equipment.”
“Thanks Spi-”
“Now let’s leave you hanging while I fly us up to the clouds!” Spitfire interrupted. Before Vinyl had the chance to even laugh, they were both flying up at a fast pace.
“Huh. Well I shouldn’t have doubted her.” She chuckled as she held her shades on her face to keep them from falling off. She looked down to see Ponyville slowly getting smaller and smaller. It didn’t take long for the two mares to pop through the clouds.
“Okay Vinyl. Here’s the test.” Spitfire said, hovering the unicorn above the cloud top. “I’m going to release you, if the spell works, you’ll land safely right on the cloud below you.”
“And if it fails?” Vinyl bit her tongue. “WHO would ask that?!”
“Don’t worry, if it fails, I’ll be able to catch up to you and prevent you from becoming DJ-sidewalk-soup.” Vinyl gulped.
“Alright... Let’s see if it works.” She said, voice shaking a bit. Spitfire turned and tugged on the strap, that was binding the mares together, and it came untied. Vinyl closed her eyes as the feeling of herself falling set in, but it stopped a short time later. She re-opened her eyes to a smiling yellow pegasus.
“Hah... Wheew. I’m not dead.”
“Nope, but this is as close to the heavens as you can get.” Spitfire landed next to the unicorn. Puffs of cloud flew slightly into the air. “Come on, I’ll show you where we are going to be performing.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Vinyl giggled as she tossed a bit of cloud above her head. “This is amazing.”