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// Day 9 Addendum: Vinyl's Journal 
// Story: The Royal Ponyville Orchestra 
// by Distaff Pope 
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		Tavi’s note: Here my journal deviates substantially from the initial draft. To provide a better reading experience, Vinyl has granted me permission to use excerpts from her journal. I have included the bits that I found relevant during my first read through, and my thoughts on each entry are included as a note like this one. Also, note that Vinyl uses substantially stronger language than I, and her journal might not be appropriate for all ears… or eye, in this case 



Day 8: Oh Celestia, really screwed up this time. Thought Tavi’s auditions would be the perfect time to show off the song I made for her. Then, my stupid hoofing bass cannon got stuck on 11, and I accidentally blew up the town hall and deafened Tavi. Will have to fix that before I wheel it out again.

Also, I think I broke Tavi’s brain. She kept babbling about how she loved everypony and how the town was an evil monster that fed on her happiness. Hopefully she won’t remember the declaration of love thing, or I will get a stupid lecture about how our relationship would be ‘uncouth’ to use Tavi speak.



		First of all, a relationship between Vinyl and I wouldn’t necessarily be uncouth, but it would most definitely be improper. The idea of two friends and roommates entering into a romantic liaison is bound to end poorly. However, I must remember to ask Vinyl to play her song for me at a later date, hopefully it won’t be too terrible. 



Day 7: Tavi got out of hospital this morning. Seems to be doing a better today. She isn’t passing out at least, so that is good. Still wasn’t a fan of me pushing her around, but I don’t want to risk her having a relapse thing. Also, want to use her cello samples in that song I am making, it should be fun up put against a hard rock song. Maybe Living Tombstone? Will have to work on it later tonight



		I have to admit, I am a little bit excited to hear this song she made. While rock isn’t my favorite genre, I do want to see how she fused it with my classical cello playing, and I am now feeling absolutely terrible for being so stubborn when Vinyl’s chief concern was my well-being after the fire. 



Day 6: Today was… bad? Odd? Definitely one of those. Started with Tavi getting initiated into the anthropology club. Really need to talk with Lyra about our new initiation rituals and how it might technically be considered foalnapping. Thankfully, I don’t think Tavi will be pressing charges. Seems she is a bit cooler than I thought. Then there was a big fire at Rarity’s and apparently Tavi had to be a hero and try to save everypony. She got her lungs cooked up and I had to rush her to the hospital. Hope she is okay.



	 	My ear started to twitch. The day that started with a kidnapping and ended with an emergency hospitalization was summed up by Vinyl in less than a paragraph? She really wasn’t doing the day’s events justice, although I suppose she focuses more on a quick impression while I strive for perfect accuracy. Both styles have their place, I suppose, but I am starting to feel like the only mare in Equestria who can spend up to a third of a day recording everything that happened to her.

That’s not crazy is it? 

	

Day 5:  Prank worked perfectly. Tavi looked absolutely terrible this morning. Totally called that she was a prude. I felt bad for scarring her and stuff, but she did try to poison me. Now we are even, and everything is all neat and stuff.



	 	Ah yes, the evening of Pinkie’s second party and Lyra and Bon Bon’s… general celebrations. Still, considering that it didn’t lead to me being rushed to the hospital or alienating a town, it was one of the better evenings I had while in Ponyville. 

	

Day 4: She poisoned me! Why? Was it because I don’t want to go out with her? Maybe. She tried to play it off as a joke though. Probably is to her. It would explain why she never had any friends. Should probably thank Celestia for the letter she sent me before this whole mess started. Without it, I might have done something a bit harsh.



		So maybe Vinyl wasn’t too fond of me when we first met, but did eventually befriend her. We are friends right? And what was that about a letter? 

	

Day 3: Tavi isn’t as terrible as I thought. Still super stuffy and headache inducing, but when she does decide to let her mane down she is kind of fun. She apologized to everypony for being so bitchy last night, and she seems pretty sorry. Thought I’d get her out of her element by taking her to a bar, and she was actually pretty fun. Then she went and kissed me and… Look, she isn’t a bad pony and her flank is kickin, but that doesn’t mean I am gonna get all lovey dubey around her. Still, if she was up for a bang buddies type deal; that would be pretty cool. Bet she is an absolute freak in the sack.



		I did not just read that. I am not going to acknowledge that that existed, and I will certainly not be her “bang buddy,” because, just… I need to burn out my mind’s eye. 



Day 2: Thank Celestia for sending that letter, cause this mare is a bitch. First, she insults me for being a DJ, then she makes Derpy cry, and then she makes Pinkie go all manic-depressivey. Not exactly doing yourself any favors there little Miss Snooty. If it wasn’t for the royal friggin’ princess of Equestria herself telling me to play nice with this mare and be patient, I probably would have strangled her to death by now. I really don’t think I can take three months of living with this girl.



	My eye was twitching, as questions raced through my head. Was the only reason Vinyl put up with me because the Princess asked her to? Was my best friend only my best friend because Celestia asked her to be nice to me? Did she even think of me as a friend? 



Long Ago: Guess who just got invited to play at the Royal Friggin Wedding? That’s right DJ Pon3. And apparently I am so awesome the princesses decided they didn’t need any super snobby musicians playing for them. Probably got tired of every event they had getting ruined. Anyways, totally gotta thank Pinkie for getting me in.



 I slammed the book down on the ground. I could handle being insulted. I could handle finding out that every friendship I had made since I came to Ponyville (and by extension, every friendship I had ever made) was a hollow lie because Celestia pitied me, but this… This I simply could not abide. It was time to have words with my roommate.