//------------------------------// // What Have I Done...? // Story: Vinyl and Octavia: Roommates Are Magic // by Jam Rocker //------------------------------// What have I done...? Please, somepony tell me, what region in my mind thought it was okay to become roommates with Vinyl Scratch? I mean, sure, she was a nice pony in reality. She's honest, funny, beautiful, she has a nice flank (not that I stare at her flank, heh heh)... But I've seen her apartment before. And I know the things she does when I'm not around. I mean, seriously, in her last apartment, she had a pee corner! And she owned a bathroom! And it was even more disgusting when she tried to hide the pee corner with a chair, and I sat there for the whole day wondering what the smell was! In conclusion, I must've been high or something when she asked me if I wanted to buy an apartment with her. So, if you haven't concluded already, I'm Octavia Philharmonica, a professional cellist who, at the moment, is living in Manehattan. By some weird chance, I've happened to stumble across a pony named Vinyl Scratch, and since the five months we've met, I guess you can say we're best friends now. The whole friendship started out as arguing to musical theories, and then our friendship began to bloom. Away from Vinyl being a complete slob and maniac, and she's actually great! It's just that... you know, she's a snob. And here home is a wreck. And now we're moving in with each other. When moving into the apartment, not only was it a pain in the neck, but my fears were just getting worse. Vinyl Scratch, DJ PON-3 of Equestria, was the hoarder of assorted junk. She owned four disco balls! "It's one for each room! I even got a mini disco ball for the bathroom! Cool, huh Tavi?" She said. Does this mean she's going to have parties in each room? Because I've seen that before... And let me tell you, it was not pretty. Away from her disco ball collection, she had her DJ sets, collection of headphones, about fifty pairs of socks (yeah, I don't understand either)... She even had a box just for broken records! "I'll fix them someday!" She said, throwing them into her closet. She had fifty pairs of her purple tinted glasses, of course. I've only took a three-second glimpse at her eyes once, and let me tell you why she covers them... It changes color! I swear, when I saw it, it was first purple, and then it was red! I think that's why she never told me what color it was. It's because there is no permanent color! I will get back to that theory when I see her eyes again. The rest of her things were simple too messy to comprehend. The only real furniture or kitchen things that she brought in was just a coffee machine, a small sofa, and these two weird contraptions... It's a washing machine of some sort, and something she calls her "bass cannon". I'm not completely sure what it is or how it works, but I know it will only end in destruction... I was terrified by almost everything she moved (even her coffee machine), but it was the last box that simply had me in awe. It was a black case. It was a medium size and had a shape of a violin, but was just bigger, and I've seen it before... "You play the viola, Vinyl?" I said, grabbing the case with my hooves and looking at her in surprise. She automatically grabbed it back with her magic and blushed madly. "What the! Oh... Um... This isn't what it looks like!" "Oh, this is exactly what it looks like! You play the viola! I didn't think you'd play something as classy as this!" "It was just in middle school okay?" She put it back in the box and closed it. "I don't play it anymore, but it's what got me into music..." Is Vinyl showing... feelings? Wow, never in my whole life of knowing her, have I ever seen her show feelings! "Wow, Vinyl. I didn't know you had it in you. Are you showing... feelings?" I smiled and gave her the "puppy eyes" look. "Wh- hm- sdaw- HUH?" Vinyl couldn't even form words now. This was great! "I'm not showing feelings, nor will you ever see me show feelings!" "Oh, hush! I just saw you show me what I saw were feelings! I saw them with my own eyes!" She threw the box into her room. "Oh, whatever..." "Wait!" "What?" "...Can you play me a song?" I grinned as hard as I can. "What!? No! I told you already, I don't play viola anymore." "Then why do you still have one?" She stood silent for five seconds. Score one for team Octavia! "Because! I... umm... keep it for the memory!" "Oh fine, fine. I'll stop teasing you... For now." I gave her a sinister look. "Okay... " She looked at me, scared of what I was planning. "So anyways, since this is the first day of our apartment together, I was thinking we celebrate!" "NO." She followed me into my room, saying "please" thousands of times. "Please, please, please, please, PLEASE? I can invite Lyra and the gang! I have beer!" "Next time. I want to enjoy the first day! And you know I don't drink!" She gave me that "Are you serious?" stare. "Oh, that's not what you said last time when you were at the club, and you started grinding on me after drinking-" "DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT! I told you to never speak of that moment as long as I live!" "But that night was so awesome! Octavia, your are the drinking master! You're better than me! You have to embrace your gift!" "The only gift I have and will ever embrace is plaiyng my cello... And cooking. That's it! I'm not a drinker!" By the time we were done moving, it had already become eight o clock. We spent the rest of the night watching The Trotting Dead (choice made by Vinyl Scratch), and debating our almighty debate of whether dubstep or classical is better (it's been months in the making, but I think I'm starting to win). I yawned. "Okay, well, it's already eleven. I think I'm going to sleep." "Okay. Well, I'll be up early tomorrow to work on some stuff. Do you want me to make breaky?" My eyes went wide, and I turned around instantly. I wasn't going to let the Disaster of 11 happen again. "NO! No, please. I'll make breakfast. Just... let me do it. Please." "Okay... Goodnight Tavi!" "Goodnight Vinyl." Well, that wasn't that bad. Maybe I'm just overreacting on the whole situation. Vinyl seems suitable to be a roommate, I'll probably just have to clean up her mess time by time... I can't believe it. I think this might actually work. Well, I think I'm going to sleep now. I popped up in the Blueblood Concert Hall stage, looking forward as thousands of ponies were cheering and screaming my name. My cello was leaned up on me, and from what it looked like, I just finished one of my songs. They were throwing roses, flowers of all sorts. "Octavia! That was the most beautiful concert we have ever seen! Rolling Stones just declared you as best musician in the world!" The suited spokespony handed me a Rolling Stones magazine with me on the cover. "Oh my! Thank you so much! I've worked my whole life for this!" "You also won a Nobel Peace prize!" "Why?" "For being amazing!" The crowd cheered even louder as I was handed the award, and I stared in awe as I grabbed it. "You also won the lottery, but that's not important now. Princess Celestia is here to congratulate and thank you." "Princess Celestia? Why is she thanking me?" Princess Celestia walked gracefully up the stage, and bowed down to me. I watched in pure amazement. "Octavia Philharmonica of Manehattan, I came here to thank you for defeating Discord and Chrysalis yesterday. Without you, Equestria would've surely been destroyed. With that in mind, I'd like you to take my pupil's place and become one of the Elements of Harmony!" "OH MY CELESTIA. Are you serious? What element am I taking?" "Magic!" "Why magic?" "Because your music is magical!" The crowd started to loudly cheer again as Celestia magically put the crown on my head. This was the best day of my life! Suddenly, the crowd went silent as the horrid sounds of things unimaginable started to play in the backround. I know this sound... My eyes squinted and my nose crinkled when the word popped in my mind. Oh no... Dubstep. Everyone turned around to see Vinyl Scratch, on her turntables at the back of the concert room. "This concert was boring as buck! I know what you guys would like... MAH BASS CANNON!" "NOO VINYL DON'T DO I-" An explosion of sound blew all my flowers, my magazine, my peace prize, my element crown, away to oblivion. Everyone in the crowd ripped off their suits and dresses and turned around to dance to Vinyl's music. The spokespony came back up to me, with my mouth still open in surprise. "I'm sorry, but Vinyl was changed to best musician, your nobel peace prize broke from the blast of that pony's cannon, and you didn't actually win the lottery. See ya!" He stage dived into the crowd as he left. "This next one goes out to Octavia, with a special message from me," Vinyl said, talking into the microphone she had. "WAKE UP!" I woke up in my bed and snapped to a sitting position, breathing heavily from the dream I just witnessed. Everything was back to the way it was, except one thing... I still heard the music from my dream. Why? Oh Goddesses, why, of all things to stay the same from my dream, it had to be Vinyl's music!? I walked tiredly out of my room and to the kitchen, to see Vinyl not on her turntables, but at her dishwasher? "Oh, good morning Tavi, just cleaning some of the dishes from my old apartment." She screamed over the obnoxious music that came from the machine. "Why is your dishwasher making such loud noises!?" "It cleans the dishes with wubs! It cleans them with a microscopic level! HOLD ON..." She turned off the machine and took one white dish out. I noticed it's shine, and how clean it was from how it was at Vinyl's apartment. But I wasn't going to go through that whole dishwasher just to have slightly cleaner dishes... I think I'm just going to hoof-wash them. "So, what's for fast-break, oh might grey one? How was your Noble Peace Prize?" From how annoyed I was that morning, she still got me to chuckle. "I'm thinking pancakes. And how'd you know about my dream?" "Octavia, you have the same dream like all the time. You're in the concert hall, ponies cheer for you, you win all these random stuff, then it all gets destroyed by whether me, or your alarm clock. You even mumble your thank yous in your sleep!" She started to imitate my accent in a straight face, and I started to laugh. "'Oh, why thank you so much Princess Celestia, I've always wanted to be an element!'" "Oh, stop it! Just let me make my pancakes in peace." "Yeah, okay... Oh yeah, and I invited some ponies over this afternoon for a... small get together." I looked at her and gave her a "What are you thinking?" look. "Small get-together?" "Yupp." She smiled. This was going to be a long day. Hey you guys and gals! Jam Rocker here. So this is a small idea I had and I just wanted to see how this would go. This is going to get crazier and weirder throughout the story, so just wait. I hope you enjoy!