Vinyl levitated a loose sheet of paper from the floor with her magic. She watched it as the blue shimmer that laid around it hovered it to the bin on the other side of the room. The mare grinned. She just loved magic. She could be lazy and still get things done.
She scanned her room. There was a pile of paper next to her writing desk that was neatly stacked up in the corner of the room from which the loose sheet had descended. In the back of the room there was a bed. Her fluffed up pillow and consolidated blanket were on top of it. Some of her most famous records were hanging on the wall, all of them cleaned up.
No more dust, just as she liked it. Now her room looked perfectly clean and tidy, and all her possessions were in perfect order. She would never again lose one of her records, not like back in the old days. Vinyl shook her head as she thought back at her old self, the unaware mare that only had fun and never cared about cleaning up her house.
She had always lost all of her things because she had forgotten where she had put it. But she never really cared about it, since it wasn’t too much of a loss. In fact, it was perfectly fine for her to lose something from time to time. It wouldn’t really matter since she had enough money. But then there was that one dreadful day that changed her whole life.
DJ-Pon3 was loose and she had only one thing in her mind; the club. Vinyl wanted to make sure that the ponies had a good time. Her job was wonderful, and she knew that. Most ponies around her age enjoyed going to the club during the weekend, many of them without a partner in their life. Many relationships started in clubs. And who would visit a club without good music? She knew that her job meant more than just a little bit of fun; it could change lives.
She had a new record, new songs, new remixes, a whole new plan. She only needed to go upstairs and get it. Quickly, Vinyl flew up the stairs and entered her room. The record was just on her.... where was the record? She pushed the sheets of paper off of her table, panicking as she noticed that it wasn’t there. Trash was piled up in her whole room. She continued searching, but the whole room turned over and she blacked out as her head connected with the floor.
The sun set in the distance. Lying around in a pile of bottles, Vinyl opened her eyes. Her head hurt. She looked down to find out what she had slipped on. In front of her lay the record that she had been searching for. She slowly pushed herself up and flopped into her bed. Tomorrow she would clean her room.