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// Vinyl - For Greater Things 
// Story: Octavia's Fairy Tale 
// by Psicosis 
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A white mare was walking through the lone dark streets of Canterlot, she walked down a dark alley, making sure not to step on any rubbish laying on the floor. She stopped outside a door that had a neon sign hanging above that read ‘Drunken Stop’. She leaned against the wall, facing towards the door. Somepony walked out of the bar, stumbling as he walked. 

He had a grey mane and tail, a dark blue coat, green eyes, his cutie mark was a mug and he smelled of liquor. The stallion spotted Vinyl and turned to her, he stared at her shades for an uncomfortable amount of time until Vinyl finally spoke. “Ahh can I help you with something?” She asked, shifting nervously. 

“Hey... I know (hiccup) you! You’re that... Umm DJ-pon3 thingy, aren’t you?” He asked, slurring his words. “Why yes I am, are you a fan?” She asked, slightly grinning with pride. “A fan... Ha! Oh Celestia no, I seen your first show back in Ponyville and it was horrible! I’m not surprised you haven’t had another show!” He said clumsily and staggering. 

Vinyl’s face lost all expression as she watched the stallion walk away down the alley. It took her a few minutes to move again, she pushed the bar door open walked inside. ‘He’s right... That show was a failure that I’ll never escape from...’ She thought while making her way to the bar. She sat down at the bar and quickly noticed the stench. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes floating around the room.

She turned to the bartender and requested a cider, within a minute it was sitting in front of her. She began drinking and drifted off into her thoughts. 

‘I hope she’s alright... Ha! I bet she’s in some super comfy posh hotel right now just living it up. It wouldn’t surprise me, Tavi was always one for the finer things in life, I just pray she got them... I wonder if she still thinks of me? Nah, if she made it big then I doubt she’d have time too, but maybe... Just maybe one day we will be reunited because I haven’t stopped thinking of you for one single moment... I’m sorry... I’m so sorry I failed.’ She thought while finishing of her cider.

She could hear something opening behind her and a few hooves clapping together within the room, but she never bothered to turn and see what it was. She just asked for another cider, began drinking again and let one small tear fall from her eye.

‘We were destined for greater things...'