//------------------------------// // Recollection // Story: The Symphony of Love Keeps No Rhythm // by aKaPinkiePie //------------------------------// Vinyl was casually trotting down the halls of her dormitory towards her room. After three exhausting classes it was going to be nice getting some sleep. She usually did not nap during the day, but Mondays were exceptions. Mondays were never good days. How could they be? The weekend ended, she had mathematics, history and Equestrian language. Waking up early had never been her strong side, neither had math. History bored her almost as much as class and she did not even want to get started on Equestrian language. She’d come to this place for music, but turns out you could not only have music classes. So here she was, tired and on her way to sleep mid-day like an old pony. When she finally reached the door of her room all she could think about was the warm blankets awaiting her. However the door lock decided to be a problem, it refused to budge. Vinyl muttered a few curses under her breath. She tried again, same result. Mondays. After a couple of more attempts everything she knew within the realm of common politeness had faded. She cursed louder than socially acceptable and started bucking at the door. After a few seconds her outburst stopped and she slumped down at the floor in front of her door. Only now did she notice the muffled sound of music coming from behind her. Her ears perked up, she recognized that song. It was one of her favorites. She’d tried remixing it a couple of times but was never happy with the result. Since Vinyl was not one of the more reserved mares in her ways, and since the option of sleeping in her room was denied she decided to knock on the door. After a few seconds a grey earth pony with a much darker shaded mane opened. She was wearing a pink bow tie matching her eyes and color of her cutie mark. Which Vinyl would never had looked at, staring at strangers flanks was not a noble thing. “Was there anything you wanted?” The mare said with a refined Canterlot accent. A few ponies spoke with that kind of accent down here in Manehattan, but Vinyl did not give it any further thought. “Well, I was kind of locked out of my room when I heard music from behind this door. And the song happens to be my favorite.” Vinyl grinned. “Well, I did turn up the volume so I would not have to listen to your so very refined vocabulary.” She gave Vinyl a flat look. “That must mean fate wanted me to knock on this door! I have a feeling we can become great friends,” Vinyl exclaimed with some very artistic movements of her hooves. That was if you counted waving like a maniac as a form of art. “I guess I will have to invite you in, don’t I?” Octavia sighed. “What did I do to you, fate, to deserve this?” She mumbled too low for Vinyl to hear. “Pretty much,” Vinyl grinned even wider. Maybe Mondays weren't so bad after all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Turns out Vinyl had been right. Octavia noted that she had to thank the fate one day, after all where would she had been if Vinyl never came into her life? Most likely still playing for those stuck up snobs that called themselves the Canterlot elite. She shivered at the thought. “So, you like it?” Vinyl asked, a grin starting to spread on her mouth. “I absolutely love it,” Octavia smiled back at her. That was until Octavia found her hooves itching to play her cello. Why, she had no idea. Maybe it was the fact that she had not played a note in several days. Maybe it was the mood? No matter what it was she needed something to distract her from it. Before she could travel down the road of thoughts any further about it Vinyl put an end to it. “So now that were together, I’m guessing you’re gonna live here for a while?” “It seems so.” “Well then, do you want to move in with me?” This left Octavia speechless. Even though they were basically already living together, this was a huge step. Was she ready for something like this? They had only been dating for two days now. On the other hand, they had known each other most of their life. “Hm, how about we get a new place together? It’s a little small here for two ponies.” At this Vinyl grinned so wide it would most likely end up in some kind of a record book. “You’re a genius Octavia! With my new job and your help paying the bills we could buy a palace!” “Calm down now filly, you’re taking it a little overboard here. And first I’ll have to get me a job,” Octavia’s face fell a little at the mention of a job. Where exactly would a cello player get a job in the town of Manehattan? The city was not exactly known for their classiness, something Octavia was happy about. After all that was one of the reasons she’d left Canterlot in the first place. “Oh I know! You could come and work at the club while looking for another job. We’ve always had a little trouble keeping account of everything. If I remember to correctly you were pretty good with math, right?” “I guess that could work, but I don’t have any experience working in a nightclub. How do you know Neon would even want to hire me?” “Tavi, you’re my marefriend. Of course he would want to hire you, and I will teach you. By the end of the week you will barely even notice you’re working,” Vinyl’s energy seemed to have been filled up times three. Where would she get all that energy anyways? It would seem wiser not to ask that question, Octavia figured. Octavia could feel something build up within her. It was not the joy she had felt earlier, rather something more desperate. She looked a Vinyl and realized what it was. It was desire. Desire for a certain white DJ with a neon blue mane. “I guess I will have to repay you then,” Octavia said and gave her the most seductive grin she could. “You could make those wonderful pancakes tomorrow,” Vinyl said completely oblivious of what Octavia was attempting. The grey mare suppressed the urge to facehoof and walked towards her DJ. “I was thinking about something different.” She walked past the DJ and brushed her tail against her side in a hopefully more seductive matter than her earlier attempt. “Oh... Oh,” Vinyl’s eyes went wide. “Maybe you should.”