It was the sort of thing that nopony would believe even if she told them, and a constant source of amusement for her roommate. Octavia gave a long suffering sigh as Vinyl Scratch rolled around on the floor, laughing her horn off.
“Can we please move on from this?” inquired the cellist.
“Oh, look at you, trying to act all composed and regal. You just fell asleep while playing your own instrument!” shot back the unicorn, as she dissolved into laughter again. Octavia rubbed a hoof along her nose in annoyance.
“The cello is an elegant instrument, and I was practicing a lullaby, Vinyl. At least my instrument has the tone required to lull ponies to sleep!”
“Yeah,” gasped Vinyl, “But your audience can’t applaud if they’re all asleep! And besides, I’ve seen you fall asleep while playing a gigue.”
Despite herself, Octavia blushed. There was something about playing the cello that relaxed her. Often, it relaxed her too much, and put her to sleep. That was why, before every concert that the cellist gave, she had to hype herself up on coffee, just to make sure that she didn’t accidentally drift off in the middle of a solo.
“Like you’ve never fallen asleep while performing, Vinyl!” retorted the cellist, “Remember Manehatten, three years ago? You started snoring in the middle of your performance.”
“Hey, I passed out. That totally doesn’t count. Besides, I’d been up for seven days straight. Nopony held it against me. You, on the other hoof, fell asleep even after getting a full night’s rest.”
Try as she might, Octavia couldn’t fault Vinyl’s apparent logic. True to her words, back then, the unicorn had been awake for a full week when she finally passed out in the middle of her eighth concert, and had been so firmly unconscious that the security ponies had to carry her back to the hotel. And so, the cellist resorted to the oldest trick she knew to get Vinyl to leave.
“OW! Tavi!” whined the DJ, as the cellist flicked the end of Vinyl’s horn. As Vinyl left the room, Octavia picked her cello back up from where she’d set it down, and reassumed her playing position.
“Hey, you want some coffee, Tavi? I can make a fresh batch.” teased Vinyl, sticking her head back through the doorway.
“OUT.”
-Time-
“Ok, ok, I’m going,” snickered Vinyl, “You want anything from the shop?”
Octavia paused for a moment.
“Actually, yes. If you’re passing by Vincenzo’s, can you pick me up a new block of resin?” called the cellist
“Righto. Don’t fall asleep from boredom while I’m gone!” cackled Vinyl as she left the house.
“Honestly, that mare,” muttered Octavia, returning to her practice, “It’s not like I have narcolepsy.”
Ten minutes later, her snores disagreed with her.