//------------------------------// // 14. Music tryouts // Story: Kill Me Now // by Golden Script //------------------------------// The next morning I decided I shouldn’t wait for twilight to get up. She didn’t seem happy last night. I really wanted to get back to the computer but I couldn’t be here when she gets up. Then I heard spike in the kitchen. “Hey spike, can you tell twilight that I had to go and do stuff this morning?” “Yeah, what are you gonna be doing?” “Music auditions.” “Oh, ok. Be back for lunch this time, it isn’t good for ponies to not eat lunch three days in a row.” “Not to mention that I hadn’t had breakfast and dinner some of those days.” “Yeah.” And with those last words I grabbed a small piece of bread, my bass, and headed out the door. I had started walking towards the musicians’ apartment when I thought about how my day would go, first I would play for Octavia, I would go back around noon to eat lunch, then I would stop by the workshop, then I should be back for dinner. This day should work out perfectly. I was right too. I had arrived at the apartment when they were just finishing breakfast, they welcomed me in. “hey Dillon, welcome back.” I thanked god vinyl didn’t kick my sorry ass again. “I assume you had the bits to buy this wonderful instrument.” Octavia was gaping at what I had with me. How could I have afforded such a beautiful instrument on only my second day here? “Yes, that and a little more.” “Great, what will you be playing for us today?” “Oh, um, I didn’t get any sheet music and I never had the time to commit anything to memory.” “Ok, we have some music books here, how are you at sight reading?” “First chair, remember?” “Ah, yes.” I was actually pretty good at sight reading. She left and came back with a book that had a name on the top, ‘Neethoven’ I just assumed that this was their version of Beethoven “are you familiar with Neethoven?” “Where I come from he’s called Beethoven, but yes, he was my favorite old time classical writer.” “Great.” She set the music up on a stand and took a seat. “Whenever you’re ready.” I opened to the middle of the book and found my favorite, Eroica; I was just surprised to see that it hadn’t been changed to something to do with ponies. “Right.” And I started to play. I was doing seamlessly; despite the fact I hadn’t picked up a bass since high school, I was actually pretty good. “That was beautiful.” They talked amongst themselves for a minute, then tuned back to me “we have decided to give you the job.” “Thank you.” I was extremely grateful they would accept a human into their little group. “We will contact you when we have decided on our next performance.” “Thank you.” I then looked at vinyl and wondered “say, what do you play?” “I don’t play anything. I'm a DJ.” She said matter-of-factly. “Show me.” I smirked. “Fine.” She walked up the stairs and I followed. In a small room I found her behind two turntables and a soundboard “you ready to get your mind blown?” how did she know to use an explosive reference? “You bet.” Then she blasted me with at least thirty minutes of the best electronic mix I had heard in a long time. When she was done I approached her, still a high pitched ringing in my ear that I loved so, and I said “let me show you how it’s done.” “Maybe another time, you don’t have any music do you?” then I realized what she meant, I would never be able to mix music I had never heard successfully. “Fine, I’ll come back with my own music and show you then.” “Fine.” I made a mental note to ask the princess for some stuff from earth when I got the chance. “So, since you have had the chance to see what vinyl does, I assume you were planning on leaving.” When I gave her a questioning look, thinking she had just asked him to leave “of course, if you want to stay I don’t see why not.” “Oh, no, I was actually planning to get back so I could have lunch.” I looked for a clock and found a digital neon one hanging from the wall to my right, it said 12:07. ‘crap’ I only had two hours to get to the shop, assuming that lunch would take half an hour, Dinky would take another half hour, plus the time to walk to each destination “I should probably get going now.” “Hey, before you go, what happened to your accent?” “Yeah, I thought you had a fancy uptight voice last time.” “Oh, about that.” I had completely forgotten my accent “um… do you know what MPD is?” “Yes, when you have more than one personality. Why?” “Some could say that I have a small case, you see I can control when different identity’s can come out.” This was partly true “they are still all me, some are more snarky than others, but I learned to live with them, the one downstairs was my classical music side, I have a DJ side, too.” I gave vinyl a smirk “and I have many more but we can do introductions later, I really gotta go.” “Ok bye, maybe I can meet the DJ guy next time.” Vinyl gave me my smirk back. “Maybe.” Then I left, today was actually going better than I thought: I would have time to go eat a fast lunch and have an hour or two to go see dinky.