"Vinyl, are you serious?" I hissed at the white pony beside me. "After I get hungover from too much beer, you expect me to go to a bar with you?"
"We won't drink, I swear! Or at least not too much. Maybe I'll have myself a bottle... I didn't get to drink at the small get-together, yah know?"
Vinyl Scratch and I walked into the local bar, taking a seat by the windows and waiting to be ordered. Vinyl had such a way of doing things.
What does she call it again... Post-appreciation? Yeah, right now, she's post-appreciating the small get-together.
You see, when Vinyl does things in her life, she rates them by excitement with a mental scale. For example, let's just call ten a really awesome day, and one being a smash-your-head-into-the-wall-until-you-pass-out experience.
There's two rules to this mental scale: You can go from a low number, like a two, automatically to a high number, like a seven, but you can never go from a high number, like ten, down to a low number, like a three. That's recalled as "dangerously boring at a really fast pace" to Vinyl Scratch. So the thing she does to avoid the really fast slope from a high number to a low number is post-appreciation. This is pretty much just a small version to whatever exciting thing she does so she doesn't go dangerously down on the mental scale. Like, if she was going down from a ten to a two, it's like putting a six in the middle.
Do you get what I'm saying?
So, for example, if she just had a great time skiing, she'd hang around at an ice-cream parlor before going home. Or if she just had a great time being a DJ for a club, she'd have an after-party hangout before ending the great day. For the small get-together she had just had now, she's post-appreciating it by going to a bar. This was all unconsciously planned out; I've been through it enough times to notice.
"So, what are yah going to order, Octy?" Vinyl said, then drinking her bottle of beer that she got at the front counter. I looked to the menu quickly, forgetting that we were there to eat.
"Uhh... Huh. I guess I'll have the number two..."
Vinyl spat her drink to the side of the table.
"What?! What happened!?"
The white mare burst out laughing. "Ha! Y-you want... to eat p-poop!"
Same old Vinyl.
Five months and thirteen days ago
The Music Go Round, a nice little music shop at the outskirts of Canterlot, and one of my most favorite places to go. Not only do they have the greatest sounding cellos around, but they have any instrument you can possibly name, from nice guitars to omnichords at the whatever-year-and-can't-find-anywhere-else edition. In a nutshell, this was my heaven on Equestria.
I went there on a beautiful Summer afternoon, and I took a seat to where all the cellos were. I took down a regular-sized cello, a brown hazel finish and carved etchings to the sides to be exact, and began to play my music.
I closed my eyes, let the music take it's course, let it breathe through the cello and through me, and let everything I thought go. There were reasons why my cutie mark was a clef: I don't mean to brag, but that was my talent. I was a music mare through thick and thin, and it's one thing that will never leave me.
(Now, don't you go around asking me why my cutie mark is a treble clef when I play on bass clef! It was the first clef I began to learn to read, okay!?)
It was five minutes before I squinted my eyes open and noticed a white mare looking towards me from behind a stack of violin cases. She had blue-flared hair, headphones leaning from her neck, and glasses that made her look mysterious. She had her eyes closed and smile on her face, as if she were letting the music through too. When she opened her eyes and noticed me glancing at her, she gave me a smirk, and then walked away.
Who would have known... The first time Vinyl gave me her trademark smirk.
I sighed, and decided to play on with my music. Five minutes later, that's when I heard it.
Scratching sounds, drums beats, sound effects... Everything that sounded like a complete mishmash of trash, yet sounding so well when put together. There's was also something put in there, something that made it complete, something that sounded so... familiar.
It was the cello music I was just playing!
I put down the cello and walked down the hallway of the music store. I followed the sound, making my way until I was finally to the other side of The Music Go Round, the electronics area, to be exact. And there she was.
The white mare was working on the turntables, hitting what looked like hundreds of buttons and making beats while my cello music looped. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, because I thought it sounded great!
She finally noticed that I was there watching and blushed.
"Uhh... What's up?" She put her headphones off her ears.
I closed my mouth that was just hung down with amazement.
"What did you just do?"
"Huh?"
"Right now, with my music, and those... things."
"Oh." She scoffed. "I just remixed it, duh."
"How did you- what did it-... Huh?"
"I heard the sleepy cello music, so I brought a recorder and recorded it while you were sleep-playing. After that, I just brought it back, starting doing work on it, and here we are now!" She grinned. I felt insulted.
"Sleepy!? What do you mean 'sleepy cello music'!?"
"Uh, it was pretty boring music."
"First off, I was not sleep-playing, I was becoming one with the music. I was letting it speak for itself, and letting the music takeover. Second, it wasn't 'sleepy cello music'!"
"It was too!"
I smirked. "Really? I opened my eyes for a second, and you looked like you were enjoying it. Quite a lot, actually."
She blushed. Score one for Octavia.
"Well you looked like you were enjoying my music! Your mouth was hung down and your eyes were wide open and everything! Looked like you were pretty amazed to me." She smirked again.
Dang it. Score one for mystery mare. Tie game.
"Well, I was, and, BLEH!" I was flustered from the conversation, so I decided to just let it be and leave.
"Wait!" I heard her say, climbing off the turntables to talk to me some more. "Is it okay if I use your cello music for my next album?"
"Album for what? Who are you, anyways?"
She grinned again. "I'm Vinyl Scratch, a.k.a., DJ PON-3, famous DJ and dubstep artist."
I looked at her with a straight face. "I never heard of you."
"WHAT? Well who are you?"
"I'm Octavia Philharmonica, the lead cellist for the Equestrian Quartet and symphony."
"Ha, I never heard of you either."
"WHAT?"
"Exactly. Now can I use your music?"
I thought of it for a second, and thought that if she was going to use it, I might as well got some cash from it.
"Well, there are some copyright regulations I might have to do..."
"Well then let's talk about it!" With her magic, she took out a black record and a pen, and started to write down something onto the cover of it.
"Here yah go, Octopia. Meet me at my studio in Manehattan next week so we could talk about it. I gotta run, gig stuff and all that crap. Seeya!"
She put it on my back and ran out with a mixtape before she had the chance to hear me scream, "MY NAME'S NOT OCTOPIA YOU IDIOT!"
I looked at the record when she left. It was her first debut record, and to the top of it, it said in messy writing, Vinyl Scratch, 902 Lumineer Drive, Scratch Studios, and her number.
And that's how I got to meet Vinyl Scratch. Yes, I met her all because I wanted the money. Who would've known that the bits were going to get me a best friend too?
In all seriousness, she did take out the song, and it became one of her best hits on the CD. She was going to call it "Octopia", but I begged her not too, for many reasons.
We ate, we talked, and Vinyl drank like twenty bottles of beer (that evil little substance). Yes, I made sure not to drink any, for three reasons.
One: Beer is evil.
Two: If I drank more beer, I would probably die from alcoholic poisoning.
Three: Who knows what evil would happen if me and Vinyl drank a lot together.
Away from that, it was the life.
"Hey Octavia, didn't think I'd see you at a bar this late, heh." I turned my head to see a reddish-brown stallion in a black vest, holding a notepad in his bag.
"Story Weaver! I haven't seen you since college! Working in a bar, I see."
"Yeah, well, my new story is still in editing, so I need a second job to keep my bills paid. I actually kind of like this job, yeah know."
I smiled. "Good! Good."
"Heh. Well I'm here to give you your bill. Just leave it on the table before you leave," He said as he waved back to me while walking away.
"Will do! Thanks, Story Weaver."
As I put my bits to the table, I looked at Vinyl, who was putting her face against her arms in a sleeping position. I sighed.
I pushed the beer bottles away from Vinyl and pushed her lightly.
"Vinyl... Vinyl? It's time to go."
She twitched and looked up with confusion. "Whah? Mom?"
"This isn't your mom. It's Octavia. And we've been at the bar for three hours and then you passed out."
She started speaking in gibberish before finally replying something I could understand. "Mustard... I love.... I love orchestras... Their so preeeettty...."
I burst out laughing. I couldn't let an opportunity like that pass!
"Oh you do now? More than dubstep?"
"Sdoasds... Yes?" She replied before putting her head back to the table. I laughed some more.
"And what do you like about orchestras, little Vinyl Scratch?"
"You." She said sleepily.
What. She meant that as a friend right? Maybe she was just drunk or something, and all of this were just a lie....
"Octavia, I needa tell yah somethin... Come here."
"What?" I moved closer to hear what she was saying.
"Closer..."
I moved in closer.
"Closer than that, Tavi..."
I moved in so close that my ear was just an inch away from her face. She then put her hoof to my cheek, turned my face towards her, and did something that I never thought she'd ever do.
She kissed me.
After five second of confusion from me but complete focus from her, she let go of the kiss.
"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that, heh..." Her face slammed into the table and she was out cold.
"Wh-wha... WHAT?"
After much struggle, I managed to get Vinyl Scratch home with the help of Story Weaver and his friends. We put her right onto her bed, and she continued her slumber in peace.
The home was spotless too, so that was good. There were no stains or smells that I disliked, and it looked as new as when Vinyl and I bought it. It almost looked newer than that. I would've been in awe, if I weren't distracted.
Now, that kiss. How do I even react to something like that? I mean, I can't say I didn't enjoy it...
But that's wrong, Octavia! How would my family react if I went out with a crazy DJ mare? What would my friends think? How would I even think about myself like that?!
I mean, Vinyl is great... Ponies don't know her like I do. She's actually nice and caring, but also adventurous and fearless. Everything I wished I was. And I can't deny that she's cute... But I'm not... And she's probably not... and how do you even know if... sudhifauiiuiu.
I think I'll sleep this all off. She probably won't remember what happened anyways.
Hello! Long time no see you guys and gals. Well, this is out now. Sorry for such a late update, I've been on a writer's block and I've been procrastinating A LOT... But I'm happy this is out now! Sorry if it was a little rushed at the end, but I had to put it in if I wanted to start the romantic play. Also, new chapter title reference, and in my opinion, it's a hard one. Ha. I put a hint of the band name in the story somewhere, so you can try and find it and the name of the song if you want your O.C in the story! Thanks for reading.