//------------------------------// // Chapter Eleven- Bassline Conversing // Story: Notes Of Time // by MLPxMaestro //------------------------------// Notes Of Time: Chapter 11- Bassline Conversing: Vinyl noticed Octavia for an odd reason to her, seemed a bit curious concerning something. With quick thought, she knew avoiding her wouldn’t solve anything. “What?” Vinyl wondered. “I just, well…” Octavia spoke up. “I’ve known you since we were both young you know, and the way I saw your face as my daughter came back in…you seemed like something was on your mind.” “Well, I kinda do, but I’m fine, thanks anyway though.” Vinyl replied. She then turned back around facing her hotel room door, and brought out her key with a soft glow of magic from her horn. Octavia however insisted out of good faith for her friend, as she then proceeds to grab Vinyl’s room key from her magical aura’s grip. “Hey, whatcha doin that for? Give it back Octy! Come on now…no games, seriously. I gotta mix some stuff anyways, I’m busy tonight.” Vinyl then tried to grab the key away from Octavia’s grasp, but failing in the process. “I know your lying to me Vinyl, it’s not hard to see that.” Octavia replied. Vinyl sighed. “Fine, what is it?” “I just figured maybe we could have a little chat is all.” “A little chat huh? You mean like a lecture in your terms, right?” said Vinyl turning back around facing her friend. “No, not this time. I’m sure we could talk about all kids of things wouldn’t you say?” Octavia giggled a bit. “Uh…well…okay I guess.” “Splendid.” “Splendid!” Vinyl mimicked in Octavia’s smooth accent as best as she could. “Don’t even go there Vinyl.” Octavia added. “Yeah, yeah I know.” With a click and turn of the lock, the door then swiftly swings open with Vinyl’s magic as they both head into her room, and towards the living room area. Octavia called in room service a couple of minutes later for them both to enjoy conversation over a nice hot cup of tea. The waiter arrived into the room, as he brought in the tea for them both, and even offered to make it just the way they’d like it to be. Thought Vinyl didn’t really prefer tea much, she didn’t really seem to mind the flavor of it either, since Octavia knew how Vinyl liked food and drinks to be sweetened a lot. More than anything though, she would drink nothing more than energy drinks, soda, and other sugary beverages that Octavia considered to be a nuisance among drinks. “Would that be all Mrs. Octavia and Miss Vinyl?” “Yes sir, you are free to leave now, and thank you.” Octavia gestured for his departure from the room, as she took a sip from her cup. The tea was nothing but transcendental bliss for her, but she saw Vinyl loading it down with sugar whenever she thought she wasn’t paying attention. “You’re welcome ma’am, I shall leave you both as you were now, and you may return these whenever you are ready.” The waiter replied shutting the door. “Well now, he was certainly a looker, wouldn’t you say Vinyl?” “Nah, I’ve seen way cuter than him.” Vinyl replied. “Oh? Who might that be then might I ask?” Octavia asked her intrigued, looking like the first topic of their conversation would kick off wit talking about nothing but cute guys, and fantasies…typical mare talk one would think. “Well uh…I guess…um…” Vinyl then put a hoof under her chin, thinking through that list of hers of all the stallions she thought was cute…which wasn’t that long to be honest, she was a hard mare to please, and a rare bird nonetheless. “Oh please Vinyl, tell me, I do so enjoy hearing you talk about…who was that one stallion you toured with…” “What, Neon Lights?! Y-you’re joking right?! Hahahaha!” Vinyl tried laughing off the awkward feeling she was getting, but when it came to hiding feelings from Octavia, she was always a loser in the battle. “Oh but I’ve seen how you act around him, don’t tell me that isn’t you flirting with him every now and then.” “I-I don’t like Neon! He’s a…a friend is all, hmph!” Vinyl then pouted and turned away from her friend. “Oh come now Vinyl, there’s no hiding it, I know you got a crush on him, and it’s a big one too.” Octavia giggled. Vinyl didn’t say a word and continued looking away from her. Yet Octavia knew she was still paying attention to what she was saying, and knew what she was saying chances are, was right. Vinyl’s ear then twitched, and was noticed by her friend, implying she was indeed still listening. No longer could she keep on fighting it then, she knew she had no way out of this one now. Octavia had her backed into that corner of the room called love, and the only way out of it was to go ahead and confess. “Okay, okay fine! Fine!” “Mhmm…yes Vinyl?” Octavia awaited Vinyl’s response anxiously, as she took another sip of her tea. “I…I guess he’s sorta cute. But hey now! That doesn’t mean-” Vinyl then stopped herself, seeing Octavia’s expression, she knew she had already lost the debate. “Well I believe that’s settled then. You think he’s cute…so why do you not let him know that?” “That’s well, the problem…I have.” Vinyl replied, looking away a pinch. “What do you mean?” “He told me himself that he thought I was the best and coolest friend he’s ever had, and that’s about it from what I heard.” “He has never said anything that even made you think whether or not he likes you himself throughout all of the time you both spent together touring with each other?” Octavia wondered. “No, not really, but hey ya know? I don’t really need to think about that right now right? I still got plenty of my life to live.” Said Vinyl. “Very true, and you still have plenty of time to look for the perfect partner.” Octavia assured her. “Yeah, right…well anyways what’s the actual reason why you wanted to talk to me? I know it wasn’t about that though…or was it? Cause if it was, then well, I just gave you my answer Octy.” “Of course, and no it wasn’t about this, rather something else.” “Liiiike.” Vinyl gesturing her hoof in the air in a circular motion, insisting she go ahead and cut to the chase. “I see you wish to go ahead and-” “Cut to the chase…yep…I knew you were gonna say that. Look Octy, we’ve been best friends since we were teenagers, and we can read each other like books and all that jazz not to mention.” “We certainly can.” Octavia smiled. “Well? You gonna say or not?” Vinyl chuckled a bit to lighten the subject a little more, and to make herself feel a bit less pressured on it. “Right, of course…well I just noticed that you seemed to have a little bit of a different aura about yourself when you and Octave got back from your ‘girls day out’ I guess you could call it.” “It was just us hanging out that’s all, nothing more.” “I’m sure of that Vinyl, but yet I feel that there might be just a little bit more to it than that…what do you think?” Octavia then set down her teacup, and was on her way of finishing it. Vinyl looked at her for a moment, and got up to walk over to her window overlooking the street intersection down below. “It’s fine Vinyl, I know how you are when it comes to emotion. You don’t really appreciate letting others know how you feel, and that’s what seems to make you different than any other pony I’ve ever met. But you must know that holding in your emotion is only going to prevent you and others from knowing a different side of yourself. Not of a bad side of yourself, absolutely not. But rather it would be a new side of the Vinyl I have come to know very well and call my best friend. Look, if you’d like me to leave…then I will not waste your time. I am willing to hear you out like I have the majority of the time since we have been friends.” Hearing Octavia say that made Vinyl turn her head halfway. Perhaps what she said was right, surely seeing the same side of her would get old after a while she thought to herself. Vinyl even knew from herself for a fact that she was not a normal mare of a pony to be around with, and yeah she was different. That’s just what Octavia found in her to be unique. Though of course Vinyl was the first one to really meet Octavia to begin with at the train station in Canterlot. Vinyl then turned back around to face her friend. “It’s…well I’ll tell you in a few…just lemme take a shower first…I reek to be honest with ya.” “Of course, I understand.” Octavia replied. Octavia knew Vinyl normally took showers mainly to clear her mind and gather her thoughts before talking about something she normally wasn’t good with or improvising on, depending on the subject. On the subject of feelings and all that stuff, it wasn’t her forte when it came to talking along these subjects, she had been like that for as long as Octavia could remember about her. Octavia waited patiently for Vinyl to finish with her shower, which pretty much meant she was just gathering what she was going to say or whatever it would be. The steam being distinctly made out in the air, as it crept out from the bathroom door she cracked to help vent out the room. Vinyl walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head, wondering if Octavia forgot about what she was curious about from her friend. “So Vinyl…where were we exactly?” she asked. Vinyl stuttered a bit, not knowing what to say at first, but she regained her composure and swiftly managed. “Uh…we were talking about-” “I know where we left off on about Vinyl, I was kidding.” Octavia giggled slightly. “Oh, right…that.” Vinyl replied looking off towards her fridge to grab something to drink. Perhaps a soda might quench her thirst, but she always knew how much she drinks that stuff to begin with. Water would be fine she thought, thirst quenching, cool, and refreshing. She grabbed a hold of a bottle of water with her magic, closing the fridge door, and making her way back next to her classy friend. “We were talking about my daughter Octave, yes?” Octavia started off right away, which caught Vinyl off guard a little bit. “Um, uh…yeah her, well let’s see here…” she then fell silent, not really knowing what to say at that very moment, but she was trying a bit at least. Vinyl then took a swig of her water and looked back at Octavia’s face, as she could obviously see that she was expecting an answer. “Okay, I’ll start it off again if you’d like. Now then…I had noticed that when Octave had come through that door, and you noticed how happy she seemed. You appeared to me in my view anyways, to have a different look upon your face. You looked mixed? Perhaps you didn’t fully realize what your face formed out to be?” Octavia stated to her, trying to refresh Vinyl’s memory. “Gosh, really? Like…what did you think I was thinking? Cause I uh…” Vinyl then stopped herself. “Well like I said before, I hadn’t seen you look like that on your face in years to be honest. I also know that last time I saw that face, was when you were curious about starting a family of your own that one time. If I were to make a prediction…you’d like to still one day have a filly of your own…is that correct?” Vinyl didn’t say anything; she couldn’t manage to say really anything. “Well then…perhaps I stand corrected?” “What? Oh no you’re…” she then sighed. “You’re right, I suppose.” “Awww, you’d be such a great mother if that ever happened!” Octavia giggled. “Hey knock it off okay?! I’m not one still, so yeah…there ya have it.” “Well surely you’d like to maybe perhaps start soon? After all, you do know at your age you are still in your prime, but you’re approaching the end of it.” “Please don’t go into details Octy, I’m not that kind of mare.” “Of course…but again though, concerning my daughter. Was there something in her that affected you in some manner?” Octavia asked. Vinyl looked at her bottle, its crystal clear appearance reminding herself to be clear to herself too, she might as well tell Octavia how she felt about it. How she felt feelings that she hadn’t felt since she was a filly herself. “Well uh, look Octy…what I’m about to say, I-I don’t really even know about it myself, k?” “I understand, and I will do nothing more than hear you out.” “Thanks Octy, I uh…yeah just thanks. But well Octave…I just…” Vinyl then Octavia’s face, seeing nothing more than that calm and collected smile of sympathy no other friend could’ve even managed it seemed to her. “Octave made me feel…well…have emotions I guess I hadn’t had since years ago I suppose. It was like, she brought something out of me that seemed a bit suppressed inside of me, but yet it felt…kind of good I suppose. Octave…she hugged me and considered me like I was a part of your family…she even called me an aunt. Yet however, you already know I never like being called that at all, but yet this time I didn’t seem to really mind. I felt responsible, almost like it was the feeling of being somewhat of…well…a mom or whatever. I guess I had those feelings run through me at that time? I never knew how to react? It just…sort of happened y’know?” Vinyl then took a brief silence, and checked back with Octavia. Certainly Octavia seemed quiet intrigued by her remark, she never even knew Vinyl had that in her. She knew she was a bit of a tomboy yes, but never would she have known her daughter would perhaps impacted her throughout all of the times they had seen and been with each other. Octavia even knew that Vinyl really enjoyed having Octave being around her, but she never knew why exactly…until now that is. She had the feelings and urges to be a mother one day if that day and calling to her ever arose. She took Octave under her own wing and cared for her like she was her own daughter whenever Octave would ever visit with her. Octavia even already knew her daughter loved Vinyl to bits, and simply enjoyed her because she just had so many traits that made her just an awesome pony, and the coolest role model a filly could possibly ask for. The two of them continued on into the topic that was now considered important to Octavia by any means, and she knew this was yet another great step forward in their seemingly unbreakable friendship. Octavia was almost always the listener, and the one who tended to keep a coolheaded mind, and always seemed to be well sorted out as a calm pony in general. The door to Vinyl’s room opened back up after they spent the last couple of hours talking and doing nothing more than talking nonetheless. Considering they had a lot more catching up to do about their lives than they thought they did. “Thanks for coming by Octy, I honestly hadn’t realized that stuff until now.” Said Vinyl. “Of course, anytime you need me, I well, as you say…I got your back…is that how it’s pronounced? “You got it!” Vinyl always found it funny when Octavia tried to use terms that Vinyl and her new trendy generation always uses. “Well hey I suppose I’m kinda tired, so yeah I think I’ll hit the hay.” Vinyl spoke up after a few moments of silence when she stood there at her doorway. “B-but Vinyl…I thought you enjoyed staying up late?” “Yeah well…I guess maybe all of that talking got the best of me, heh.” Vinyl replied. “I couldn’t agree more, good conversation is sometimes even more effective than things you normally do to help relax yourself. Sparingly it had even worked with Maestro on that. Every now and then he even helps relax me whenever the tone of his voice seems deeper, and he’s tired himself. Not sure if I feel bad for him, or even sexy?” said Octavia, putting a hoof to the side of her face with an expression of thinking. “Why not both? You could have best of both worlds I guess?” Vinyl shrugged at her with a smirk on her face. “Sure, that works too, much obliged.” “Pfft, all in a days work for the unicorn Dj…well see ya later Octy.” “Good night Vinyl.” Octavia lightly waved back to her. Just then, the door to Vinyl’s hotel room then finally closed for the night, as Octavia herself was on her way back to her own room to hit the hay, followed by a long yawn.