"Alright, is everypony here ready to dance?!" The mare behind the turntables yelled into her microphone.
It was none other then Vinyl Scratch, well known as "dj Pon-3," who was performing in "The Golden Hoof," the best place for ponies to hangout in the town of Ponyville. The music blasted to the air and Vinyl was in her element.
As the time flew by her show came to an end. She thanked her crowd for listening and walked off stage. She smiled as she heard the applause continue and opened the door of her dressing room. She sometimes would wear clothes at performances but rather wore only her glasses. As she had packed her bags and was ready to leave she noticed a small note lying on the table. Vinyl picked it up and read it.
"Whatever you do, don't come home." it read. She tossed the note away and laughed at the thought that this was a lame joke of Octavia,who certainly wanted to get back at Vinyl sometime for all the jokes the white mare played on her. Vinyl left the room and immediately was cornered by fans who wanted her autograph. She was never to busy to disappoint her fans so she signed autographs and talked with them a bit. After she talked to all of them Vinyl walked out and began walking home,where she would be greeted by Octavia who was mostly still playing her cello and would take a drink with her before going to bed.
"Excuse me," a voice behind her said. "Do you happen to know the way to the police office?" Vinyl laughed.
"You spooked me, well as for the police office, turn right here and take the second left there then it is that big building which looks kind of depressing." The pony thanked her and she continued to walk home.
As she walked into the street her house was located she noticed something was off. Mostly when she turned into the street she could already hear Octavia play,but this night there was no music."She must have snuck in early." Vinyl thought as she opened the door of the house and walked inside. She immediately walked to the bedroom and opened the door, keeping the lights off because she didn't want to wake Octavia up. Vinyl walked to her bed and suddenly she felt a sticky substance on her hoof. At first she thought it was just some water or juice but curiosity got the better of her and she turned on the lights. On her hoof was blood visible and a little puddle of blood was laying on the ground where she had put her hoof. As she followed the trail her heart almost stopped.On the ground was Octavia, blood coming out of a big wound and Vinyl immediately knew what she saw.
Octavia was dead, her blood was on Vinyl's hoof and she heard the door downstairs burst open.
"EEPD, come downstairs with your head low, you are surrounded!" Vinyl felt a chill on her spine, they would convict her, but she didn't murder Octavia. "I count to five and you better be down by then, or I will come up and shoot."
Vinyl knew she didn't have a choice, she walked downstairs and did not protest while the police ponies cuffed her and put her in the cart. She knew only the truth could save her. She would wait until they found the real murderer.
Silently sobbing she fell asleep in the ice-cold cell she was thrown in, tired of the performance and of the shock from seeing Octavia .