//------------------------------// // La musique de l'amour. (Super minor edit) // Story: Living with the music // by Wafflegodman //------------------------------// Alcohol... lots of it. That is the best description of last night I could think of. I said I would stay away from the stuff, but my will is not as strong as I thought it was. Now I'm sitting in a train car, wishing the stuff never existed. "Yo... blank flank... you alright?" Vinyl asked. "My flank isn't blank." is all I could get out before I clasped my hooves over my head again. "Whatever Blank Flank. So... how was last night?" She asked. "Great, because I totally didn't pass out half way through due to alcohol poisoning." I responded, hopefully with enough sarcasm to get through to Vinyl. "That's good to hear." she responded A swing and a miss. "So, we are a half a mile from Canterlot!" vinyl informed. "That's good..." I responded Idly, for there was a question forming in this head of mine. One of the questions ponykind has asked since the dawn of time. I wouldn't be overstating it if I said it was the most important question ever.... "Do you know of a cure for a hangover?" I asked. Vinyl took her sweet time thinking, but eventually she got an Idea. She managed to slip a pair of headphones over my ears without me noticing, don't ask me how, because I have no clue. Then she cranked the volume up to eleven and blasted one continues bass note. For a second, there was pain, a lot of it, but then I got very numb, and lightheaded. Then everything went black for about three seconds before I was hit by so many flashing colors that I think I had an epileptic fit. It had been four minutes before I had finally regained consciousness, but when I did, I felt... amazing. "So blank flank, how'd that work for ya?" Vinyl asked. "You... you suck, but it worked fine." I said. "You don't have to be mean." Vinyl said. "So, when do we get to Canterlot?" I asked. "I'd say right... about... now." Vinyl informed, and just as she did so the train put on it's screeching brakes. "Right, we're going to a hotel, I'm gonna change, then we're gonna scare the buck out of Tavi." Once she was done relaying the plan, her horn lit up, and she unleashed a teleportation spell. One second I'm on a train, the next I'm blowing chunks in a hotel suite. "Mother of... you should warn somepony before spewing on them." Vinyl informed me in a very... lets just say her tone of voice made it clear she was not amused. At least she wasn't angry. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Vinyl angry at all yet... peculiar. "I will when you warn me that you're about to cast the Chunk'OMatic spell." I retorted, while gasping for air. "Yeah, yeah." Vinyl dismissed me, and started walking toward the bathroom, presumably to take a shower. "Why do I trust you and Octavia so much?" I asked Idly. The message wasn't meant to be heard by Vinyl, but she heard it anyway, and stopped walking. "Because... Imprinting." She responded as she turned around to look at me. "What?" "Imprinting... Octavia is the first person you saw, therefore, you feel as though she is a 'motherly figure'." she informed matter O' factly. "I didn't know you had a brain." I joked. "Yeah, get used to it, it took Octavia some time too. I'm actually a super genius." Vinyl said without a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "If that's so, then tell me why I trust you?" I asked. "Simple, I'm so sexy that you'd believe any word I say." She said, again without any sarcasm evident in her voice. "Really now, I thought you were classier then that." I retorted. If in fact I did find her subconsciously attractive, even that attraction would be broken by the fact that she was covered in my puke. "Fine, be that way." Vinyl said. She lit up her horn, and all the puke that was quite literally everywhere, just disappeared. The spell was impressive, but something else caught my eye. It was the way Vinyl's horn lit up. It wasn't blue, or white... no, no, no, not at all. It was... a bright beige. I was about to voice what I noticed, but she was already closing the door to the bathroom. "Should I bust in there? No, no. It's just a question, it's not worth the effort." I said to myself. "Perhaps I should stop talking to myself before it becomes a habit." I dead panned more then anything. I inspected the suite, and wondered if we were even allowed to be in here, after all, Vinyl just kinda used magic to break in here... from a... train... station... Yeah, we totally aren't allowed to be here. I would protest, but Vinyl was in the bathroom, so instead I made my way over to a piano in the corner of the room I was in. The suite was large... clearly a presidential class abode. That fact was especially clear due to the fact it housed a full sized grand piano. I sat down at the bench, and played a couple notes, then I got into the rhythm of a waltz. As my hoofs danced along the key's, I got the sensation of coming back home... wherever home was. Before, with the remix, all the sound files were already on the computer, I didn't need to even touch an instrument! I didn't know how long it had been since I played the piano before... I didn't even know if I had played it before, but I knew that this was were I was meant to be... me behind an instrument. I was content, but then I stopped... I remembered something... a song. Then, I did the only logical thing anypony would do... I started to sing. "Ce qui était beau. (That was beautiful)" I heard Vinyl say when I was done. She spoke perfect prench. I would have been stunned, normally but.... "No... that was sick..." I said, losing myself. I wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't flow. I knew I had written this song, long ago. I knew that the song was about me. And I knew... I knew that if this was what my memories were going to be like if I got them back... then I didn't want them. Vinyl was quite. She saw me... the real me... the me that I didn't even see. She saw how sad I was... how shaken I was... but I didn't see her. I was still looking at the keys of the piano. After some time, I don't know how long, Vinyl hugged me... comforted me... embraced me... and I... I just fell asleep. I needed sleep, I needed time, I needed a lot of things... but most of all, I needed... Vinyl. Author's Note: It's been a while, and I'm sorry.... Things have been... different... lately. Things have changed. For one, I am now the only author apart of WGM now. I suppose you can call me THE Wafflegodman now. I'm sorry if this chapter was sad, or troubling for you, but I feel that a good story requires all the categories of story to be met. A great story should meet them all, and master them, but I'm only trying to achieve the pleasure of entertaining you, not make you question life as you know it, and go see a doctor because of possible mood swings you had while reading this. Expect more updates now that I'm done being sad about the other authors quitting... and please, for me as a friend (If I may be so bold), have a wonderful day. Also, how bout a little Qn'A?