I'm pretty sure this will be a long conversation; the questions I have are just endless! Talking ponies... I'm sure someone would think I was on some sort of new drug. But here we were, back in my room with eyes shifting back and forth wondering who would speak first. Until the small grey one cleared her throat.
"Well, having an awkward silence isn't going to fix what is going on. I'm quite certain you have questions... but to get things out the way faster, we have no idea how we ended up in your yard. I guess you could say we were magic in a way, yes?"
The way she spoke, it was just flawless. If I didn't know any better she could have been my mom in disguise. Very classy indeed. Rubbing my head, I didn't know where to start; she basically just answered my main question. I gave a small laugh looking her in the eye.
"Well, by chance do you have a name? I would hate to refer to you all the time as 'Classy'. I mean you do know your name, right?"
That silence struck once more, just great. How was I going to do this? You can't just name a talking pony anything, they're not dogs, but what was I to do? Maybe I would give them names later on, perhaps something that they liked to do... yeah, that would work. Well they eventually had stopped with the staring and went on to laying on my bed, having a conversation about the roses. I figured with that going on that I would check my email, apparently some guy name 'Skrillex' was going big and was coming to town really soon. I started to play a song of his, I believe it was called 'Cinema' a big remix he had done. It was pretty catchy I will admit but something caught my attention more than the song. The white one with the horn and blue hair... she was going insane?
"Aww yeah! This is amazing! It makes a wub sound, and I LOVE IT!" She had gone on to head bang over and over again. The other one, however, covered her ears: she obviously wasn't a fan of music made from a computer. I couldn't help but to be amazed that an animal would love music like this and, with that, I found a name for her. The head banging and wild look reminded me of when I saw a DJ behind his vinyl... Now that sounds perfect for her.
"So I got a name for you, my head banging friend: Vinyl. How does that sound?" My heart raced randomly, what if she hated me for the name? Well it was her decision after all.
"That sounds cool, but don't all things have a last name? How about Vinyl... Vinyl Scratch? Makes me feel epic, y'know? Like whoever made this song."
With that it was agreed; Vinyl Scratch it was... sounded like a DJ. Then came the other one, she really didn't like the music and she sounded very classy. This was hard.
"And what about you, classy one? I see you don't like this kind of music... Is there something that makes you feel good when you hear it?" Hopefully this would go better than expected.
"Well, I like things that sound soothing. Music that uses instruments and not... well, whatever that is. 'Wubs?' I'm just not fond of it."
Vinyl cut in, not understanding anything of what she meant. "So you mean to tell me this doesn't make you feel good? I mean this is the most amazing thing I have ever heard! It makes me feel pumped."
I honestly didn't know what to say at this point. I was never the one to argue about 'who liked what genre of music' but I think I had something in mind for her to listen to. Going through my computer I found a song my mother played a long time ago. It would be considered classical. Violins and Violas to start with. I got the reaction I was hoping for, she loved it. Vinyl was rather indifferent about it.
"Not enough bass and not enough drops, if you ask me." Well Vinyl did have her own view on it, but the other didn't care. Oddly enough she caught on to the song and was humming to it.
The song had to be paused due to a knock on my door: Alphonzo wanted to check up on everything, but I wanted his opinion on the other ones name. Maybe someone of his nature could come up with something clever?
"Al, I want to ask you something while you are up here. I need your opinion on a name for the grey one here."
He looked her over, hearing the classical music and seeing the way she acted towards it. He murmured before going on, "Well she has an ear for classical music. The only thing I can think of when hearing it is an octave... Octave..." He paused and looked her over one last time. It seemed he had finally gotten something together.
"How about Octavia?"
Now that sounded classy, and it felt like a perfect match. Vinyl and Octavia. Ponies based on music? Now that was pretty different in terms of naming animals, but she loved it, she gave a nod and continued on listening to the song.
"I must ask who made such a lovely song. It is just flawless... something I would love to do myself."
Al responded before I had a chance to open my mouth.
"His mother wrote and composed it for a symphony she is in, my dear Octavia."
The biggest smile I have ever seen in my entire life came to her face, her eyes switched between me and Al. I'm sure she had something to say but she just couldn't say it.
"Oh, I must meet her! Is there anyway I could? I mean I have questions for her!"
I didn't want to let her down but sadly I had to. "Sorry Octavia, but my mother is on tour. It is really hard to say when she will be back, and even then... I think she would flip out if she found out one of her fans was a talking pony."
I wish I could have reworded what I said, the sadness struck her quite fast, but Vinyl was by her side in a flash.
"So what are you saying exactly? We can't go in public because we talk? I mean that seems unfair."
It was a good defense, but Vinyl truly didn't know what was going on.
"It isn't that you can talk, it's the fact that you are both ponies and can talk. I don't want people freaking out and wanting to grab you as pets. You see, I don't see you as pets, I see you as friends... something that is hard for me to get."
Al finally walked out the room. He didn't want to be a part of this conversation; he already knew what I was getting at. Vinyl cocked her head in pure confusion and Octavia laid her head on a pillow.
"Well it seems to me that a friend wouldn't leave us trapped in a house all day, and you... don't have friends? If what I remember what your butler-guy was saying you're rich? Doesn't that mean you have dozens of friends?"
I sighed and shook my head. It was something I really didn't want to talk about. I really wanted to make this moment better, not depressing. Octavia really looked down, and it broke my heart slightly to see an animal's feelings hurt, but then I had an amazing idea.
"Let's forget about that for now, I have an idea so that you both aren't trapped here and we can all have fun, but for now I will keep it a secret. It is getting late and I'm pretty tired."
That grabbed their attention fast. Octavia showed a little more of a smile before closing her eyes and sighing. Vinyl, on the other hand, couldn't stay still. Oh, boy.
"Aww, see, now you HAVE to tell me! I can see it now! You and me jamming to the wubs all day long, making things shatter and explode from how awesome it would be. It would be good times."
What on earth have I started? She wanted things to explode, too? Maybe I should have named her 'TNT'. I shook my head and got myself into bed. Vinyl, on the other hand, didn't join in: she got on the computer. Eh, I don't mind. How could she do anything? No fingers. Before saying my last good night, I stroked Octavia's mane and came up with a last name for her, too: Phillharmonica, and with that I passed out for the night.
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Ah, the sounds of the birds chirping, the sun gleaming through my blinds... and wubs. Wait, Wubs? How could that be? Did Vinyl even go to sleep? Turning on my side I saw her, sitting in my chair with more of that Dubstep playing... something with a female singing about 'Promises'? I could not believe this, just how was she finding these songs?
"Hey uhh, Vinyl, it's 7 in the morning. Did you stay up all night?"
"Huh? Oh, well good morning there mister 'Oh Lydia, we could never be'. Yeah I have been listening Dubstep forever now. I discovered this site that has a whole bunch of different people who have wubs! I mean it's crazy!"
Not only did I not have a clue what she meant about 'Lydia', but I could hear that my speakers were pretty much done. I take it she cranked it up loud last night, my one clue was Octavia; hiding herself under a pillow with a cover over it. Weird how I didn't hear anything. It bugged me that she said she found a 'site'.
"How did you find a site? You don't have hands to type with." Oh, I couldn't wait to hear what she had to say for this one, but I'm sure the answer would either surprise me or freak me out.
"Oh, that. Right. Well, I typed with my horn here. It was pretty simple actually."
"So, you stabbed my keyboard with your horn? Umm..."
"No, no, silly. My horn here is magic, so with that I was able to concentrate and type like you would with your creepy looking hand... finger, uhhh, things."
Yup, I was right, it was going to be freaky, yet awesome at the same time. Well I was glad I could keep them happy and her entertained... I'm sure she would have just asked me over and over about the surprise. Getting out of bed, I stretched and patted Vinyl, who was still hypnotized by Dubstep. I knew Octavia didn't get much sleep so I let her be.
"Hey Vinyl, since you destroyed my speakers, and kept Octavia from her sleep, maybe you and I should go out shopping."
This would give me a chance to get more stuff for those two, and a few things to keep them busy. Perhaps buy a gift for Vinyl. I'm sure she would appreciate it dearly.
"Well I'm going to get dressed and what-not. Meet me downstairs so we can go out shopping. Octavia, we will be back later. Al will be around if you need him for anything."
I know she heard me but she really wanted the sleep, she wiggled herself in more in the covers and let out a sigh. Yup, tired indeed.
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I didn't want to take too long; I could just feel her impatience hitting me in the head. Getting dressed and going downstairs, I saw Vinyl and Al. She seemed to be talking about all the songs she had listened to that night. Al, well, he didn't really know what to do but nod his head and respond with a simple, "Mmhmm." He didn't know how I was going to get Vinyl out in the public without any problems, but everyone knows your best ideas happen in the shower.
"Hey Vinyl come here for just a second, I have this idea I want to try."
It was simple to me, if I wore a backpack and she could fit in it, people would think she was a stuff animal... that talked. People bought that, right? Well, I hope so. The good news was that she could fit in there perfectly, with her head and front hoofs sticking out of course. The bad news was, if she jumped out at something that caught her eye... how could I explain that to a person?
"Anyway, Vinyl this is how I will have you get places. It seems like a good idea and it's better than having you locked up in here all day."
She saw my point and agreed to it, as long as I didn't zip her whole self in the bag she was cool with it. I told Al about Octavia and how we would be gone for quite some time. I made sure that he would talk to her and even show her around the house more; they have yet to see every room or even the basement.
With that, Vinyl and I made our way to the car, the first destination was to an electronics store. Sadly, the store I work at doesn't sell soundproof headphones or speakers. Odd right? It seemed like a good start, I didn't have to worry about cost but I was a man of quality. If it isn't good quality; it isn't worth buying. The car ride was quiet, Vinyl seemed to be amazed about everything we passed. I couldn't help but laugh every time we stopped at a traffic light. She would go "oooh" every time. Eventually the drive came to an end. The only place I could think of to go to was Bestbuy.
"Okay Vinyl, here is the deal: we go in and get a few things. Since you blew out my speakers, I think the best things for you to have are headphones, but I have some rules to lay down before we go in."
She gave me a big, cheesy smile before nodding in agreement.
"Rule one, please stay in the backpack. I'm sure no one there wants to chase you around. Rule two, try to avoid talking too loud."
Her eyes shifted towards the store, she was planning something but I was just being too protective for sure.
"Alright. Hey don't worry, I will be a good pony, okay?"
A simple nod and it was settled. I had to double-check that she was nice and comfy in the bag before going into the store. I had a gut feeling she was going to break a rule already. Sure enough, I was right.
Going through the automatic sliding doors, her "oohs" escaped her. I didn't want to be mean and tell her to stay quiet; it was just cute. And of course like all Bestbuys there was that greeter guy, and what Vinyl did almost had me in tears.
The man spoke out and waved saying the typical, "Hello, how are you?"
Vinyl took that as an excuse to say something. Just great.
"Oh hey there, don't mind us, just doing some shopping. See ya later!"
That man probably had not a single clue what just happened, in fact he just stood there with his mouth wide open. I also think he called security, but not to kick us out, just to keep an eye on us.
"Vinyl, really? Why couldn't you just have waved? Or not done anything?"
"Look, the man said hi so I had to be nice and say it back. Don't worry, I got a plan, if anyone asks I'm a puppet. Cool, right?"
She had to be joking, who would really fall for that? I had a bad feeling this trip was not going to be as simple as I thought.