I sit down on my bed, half falling asleep while my music plays through my earbuds. My heart rate slows down and matches the beat of the music, and even my breathing slows down to match. I lay there, chin on my chest, music playing, for who knows how long. At one point I become slightly more conscious then usual, and turn up the volume to the point where it hurts my ears. I smile, constantly amazed by the quality of my headphones. Most other pairs would just produce an electronic buzzing for the bass at these levels, but mine are custom made with extra large drivers to eliminate that problem. A whole 12 millimeters. I slip back into almost uncouncessness.
I'm awoken some time later by somepony saying my name. I'm not to sure since my music is still playing. I take one earbud out, and listen for a while. Yup, definetly somepony calling me. I pause my music and take out my earbuds, while still keeping my eyes closed. "What?!" I shout at the top of my lungs.
"Be quiet, Vinyl" chastises the voice that woke me up. "I'm right here, there's no need to shout"
I open my eyes, and see my dad standing on the door way to my room. "Whadya want?" I ask him, annoyed that he woke me up.
He tosses an envelope onto the foot of my bed. "The mailmare delivered this for you"
I sit upright, and take a swig from the 2 liter of Montain Dew that sits on my table 24/7. "Who's it from?" I ask him.
"The University" he says.
I snatch the letter off my bed, and look at it, or more specifically, the return address. And sure enough, it's from The University for Gifted Musicians. I rip it open, and pull out the enclosed letter so fast I almost rip it in half. I force my trembling hooves to be still enough so that I can read it.
"Well?" My dad asks from my doorway "are you accepted?" I drop the letter, and start jumping up and down in excitement. He smiles. "I'm gonna take that as a yes"
"YES, HOH MAH GAWD! IM IN!" I shout, practically screaming.
"Calm down, Vinyl. No need to blow my eardrums. Your music does that already"
"Sorry dad. I'm just so excited! And we get to see our dorms as early as tomorrow!"
"We'll go in the morning, how does that sound?"
I jump up and hug him. "Thanks dad!"
"Let go, your gonna suffocate me!" He gasps out.
"Sorry" I let go. "Hey, what time is it?"
"About four o'clock. Wanna go out for dinner, to celebrate?" He offers.
"Yeah, sure. Let me fully wake up first" I grab the 2 liter off my table, and look at how much is left. About a liter. "Should be enough" I say to myself. I pick it up, and chuck the whole thing at once, and then toss the empty bottle in my garbage can.
"Good grief, child. Your gonna have an interesting 21st birthday..." My dad mumbles as he walks out of my room.
I grab a mirror of my table, and look at my reflection in it. My hairs all messy, like it should be. I put the mirror down, put on my glasses, and walk out.
Me and dad are walking the sidewalks of Manehatten when I ask "so where we going?"
"Surprise" is all I can get him to say, however.
We walk on for ten more minutes before we walk up to my favorite restaurant. The Apple Orchard Eatery. It's a really nice place, plays good music, and has amazing food.
We walk in, sit down, and have our orders taken. It's a nice meal, but one event stuck out in particular.
My favorite song comes on when I hear somepony at the table behind us start to talk. I'm very proud of my eavesdropping skills.
"Ugh. Mother, why did we come here?" Says a high class voice, which sounds to be around my age.
"Because I thought you would enjoy it, dear" says another high class voice, who must be her mother.
"Who can enjoy this place. The lighting is terrible, the food is much to..." The voice pauses, searching for the right word "Cajun, and, oh, this sound that they call music!" Says the prissy voice.
"I know, dear, this is a little to urban for my tastes as well, but I thought you, being younger, might enjoy it" says the mother.
"Must I remind you, mother, that I am not like the other hooligans that I'm unfortunate enough to be in the same generation as"
"I know, dear. I'm sorry, alright?"
"Apologie accepted, mother" the voices pause as they eat a little more. My mind starts to focus on the music again, when the prissy voice speaks up again. "Hmph. I can't believe they have the audacity to call this music. Who even makes this stuff, anyways?"
I can't hold my self back any longer. I turn around in my chair, and join their conversation. "Called Deadp0ny, you ever hear 'bout him?" I say.
The mother and daughter look at me in surprise. I look back at them, more spicifically at the daughter. Grey coat, black mane, and a little pink bowtie. "Excuse me miss, but who are you, and why did you so rudely but into this conversation?" Asks the daughter.
"My names Vinyl Scratch. What's yours?" I ask with a smile.
"Hmph. Octavia. And I wouldn't dare give you my last name. And you still haven't answered the rest of my question"
"Well, I heard you ask who makes dis stuff, so I answered you. Deadp0ny" I then turn back around in my seat, and continue eating.
"The audacity of some ponies these days. How rude" the daughter, Octavia, says.
"I know. I can't believe it" the mother says.
The waiter comes and picks up our plates. My dad leaves a 5 bit tip, and I add 10 more to it. On the way out, I turn and say to the earth pony "oh yeah, nice bowtie" before chuckling and walking out of the building.