I'm starting to think that Vinyl might be on some sort of drug... or perhaps she is just really that excited? It is going on two weeks now and no, she has not slept within that time. Octavia eventually decided to sleep in my mother's room; she seems to have had it with Vinyl's bouncing around and humming of every possible song imaginable. Only 7 hours until we go to the concert, but for Vinyl... let's just say she may go into a rage soon.
"I can't believe I'm about to see Skrillex! OH MAN! H-Hey! You think he will notice if I shave half my mane off?"
See my point? Something is terribly wrong with this pony, but she is a big fan so I guess I can't blame her.
"Please don't shave any of it off, why can't you just stay calm for at least an hour? You drove Octavia crazy... she doesn't even leave her room anymore."
"Eh, she'll get over it. Between me and you, I think she may be trying to stop the dubstep! But no pony can take that away!"
I'm sure any other being would have lost their mind and probably jumped out the window, but I could tolerate this, for now. I'm certain she hasn't bathed either.
"Can we go? I mean the sooner we get there, the more we won't have to wait, right?"
"Sure, but on one condition. That you bathe! You wouldn't want to meet him and smell bad, right?"
She gave the loudest gasp I have ever heard, wide-eyed and freaked out. Could she really not smell herself until now?
"You are so right, can't meet my idol while smelling like a pony who has been through dirt all day. I shall return; then off to Skrillex!"
Finally, some peace and quiet, but now my main concern was for Octavia. It didn't seem like she was upset about Vinyl. Maybe it was something else? The things running through my head were endless. I guess the only way to find out is to ask. My mother's room isn't too far down the hall. In fact, I could hear something being played. Opening the door, I saw her swaying to an album being played.
"Oh, someone quite musically inclined in nature could never pass up a song like this. I have to say I'm quite the fan-pony of your mother's work."
She looks fine to me; maybe the sounds of dubstep were making her feel weird?
"Ah, so this is what you have been up to? I thought you were upset with Vinyl and her hyperactivity?"
Octavia turned off the record and made her way over to a chair near the nightstand.
"Oh no, I see she has become quite fond of this... Skrillex fellow, but I could never get mad at her. I mean, we have all been together for quite some time now, after all, so I am used to it."
Before I could even react to what she said, Vinyl let out a yell that echoed through the hall. If I could make it out right it had to do with something about soap in her eye? Quite funny actually.
"Anyways I just wanted to make sure that you were fine, with your lack of sleep and all. We will be heading out soon, so if you need or want anything just let Al know."
A smile came across her, I knew she and Al got along and I'm sure she knows just about everything about the family and Al himself. She came up to me and gave me a hug, nodding. I'm sure she wouldn't want much more than just the tea that I keep hearing about.
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Some time had passed until Vinyl was finally ready and Octavia went off to walk with Al. I guess they were going to some park to catch a group of musicians play. Maybe to give her a few pointers or even ideas?
"Okay Vinyl, if we start to head out now then we can probably get there before the line gets wild."
"Oh you know it! I just can't wait to see him! I bet he will be all like, 'I love you Vinyl'... Uh, I mean guys!"
We both looked at each other before laughing, her fantasies were a bit wild but it sure did make her entertaining to be around. As we walked to the car Vinyl pointed out something that I had never truly thought about: the mark that was on her.
"Hey, I've always wondered, I mean sure I like dubstep and all but do you think that is how I got this mark on me? I had noticed it while walking across a mirror. I mean, don't get me wrong it is awesome!"
"Wait, so it was just there?"
"Yep."
"So you didn't just somehow get like a marker or tattoo without me knowing?"
"Wait, you think I put that on me on purpose? I may be a pony but I am not that flexible."
I mean sure I seen it but I thought it was just some crazy thing she did to herself instead of the shaving her mane off. Well, I'm glad that was brought up in time. Perhaps that is why Octavia had one on her too. Well whatever the matter the concert wasn't far or at least it didn't seem like it with Vinyl making faces in the mirror.
"Heh, think we will be first in line?"
Then I saw it, this line was just crazy! There were hundreds of people just lined up and some making their way in slowly. The one thing that bothered me the most was the security. Just how was Vinyl supposed to get in? The puppet gig would never work, unless Skrillex likes puppets which in this case that would be fine, but quite frankly I think it would never work.
"I think this is the right time to ask, just how am I going to get in? Remember... talking ponies are not exactly 'normal'."
Vinyl was right but I did have an idea, that is if it would work anyway.
"Hey Vinyl, I have a hoodie in the back, if I put it on; you can probably hide inside until we are in. You up for that?"
"Why wouldn't I be? Whatever gets us in will work for me!"
And with that we got it together, but with her horn poking me it became difficult. With each step she would start to slide down a bit. Her mane made my stomach cringe up, it was just so weird feeling it just brush back and forth. The guys behind us were chanting and talking about how awesome it was going to be in the front row. There was also some small talk about his ridiculous light show... something about being blinded?
The conversations went on and on before we got up to the door, security asked for my ticket but looked at me strangely when two were given to him. I had to explain that my 'date' would be showing up soon. Of course they asked for details about this woman, but all I could tell them was; short, wild blue hair, wild attitude. They seemed to understand and told me they would let her in when she came to sight. It was easy! I'm surprised Vinyl didn't say anything... but then she did.
Jumping out of my hoodie she stood on her hind hooves and shouted.
"Haha! Too bad his date is here! And you already let me in the door! Blam! Vinyl Scratch is in the house!"
Mother of God... we are going to get kicked out.