Equestria Girls by jellybeanwubs
Vinyl didn’t understand.
One day she’d been listening to Octavia’s piece for the Musical Showcase, and the next she was having the door slammed in her face, with accusations that she would aid the enemy.
Vinyl didn’t even know what that would mean…?
But even so, she was willing (and ready to) see her girlfriend perform at the showcase, despite their jam session being cut short just a few days shy of the performance itself.
That is, until Octavia came storming into Sugarcube Corner one afternoon yelling about how The Rainbooms were filthy cheaters, bringing magic into the competition to help them win.
Now Vinyl was even more confused than she was before. What was this about magic? Cheating? When did the performance even become a competition??
Octavia continued to ramble on, completely oblivious to Vinyl’s attempts to get her to calm down.
Vinyl signed, waved, she even tried to spin the cellist around—which mind you, was an awful idea because it just sent Octavia into a rampage about a bruise that had formed when Apple Jack’s bass nearly knocked her off the stage?!
With a last ditch effort, Vinyl sighed and opened her laptop, pulling a speaker out of seemingly nowhere. She quickly attached the two and with the press of a button a giant WUB sounded from the tiny speaker. She cut it short as Octavia’s hands shot up to shield her ears.
"Vinyl Scratch!!" she scolded. "Was that absolutely necessary?!"
While Vinyl knew that No, it probably wasn't (and the Cakes probably didn't appreciate loud noises waking up their kids during what was probably nap time), there were more pressing issues at hand.
Babe, what the hell is going on with the school showcase?! Vinyl signed, a worried look on her face.
Octavia turned her body away from Vinyl and frowned. “It’s a Battle of the Bands, Vinyl. You would know that if you actually bothered to turn up.”
Vinyl’s eyes grew wide and angry, as she gestured with an open mouth. When did this happen? You haven’t spoken to me for the past day and a half!
Proving her point, Vinyl pulled her phone out of her pocket and motioned to the many, MANY texts she’d sent to Octavia, with no reply.
"If you knew how badly I wanted this, then maybe you would understand."
The DJ stared at her girlfriend for a moment before she decided something was definitely not right. Sure, Tavi got competitive, but this was just downright odd.
She tried to think of something to say, but no matter what she thought of, Vinyl could not put her head around what had changed within just a few days time. Maybe if she could just--
"I have to go."
Vinyl's head whipped toward the door to Octavia, who was standing there with an intense expression on her face.
Why don't we just split a milkshake and talk about this? Vinyl suggested, gently tugging on Octavia's sleeve and hoping she could buy some time to figure this...whatever 'this' was out.
"No. I have to prove I'm the best. If I'm right there's still time..."
Octavia pulled her arm out of Vinyl's gentle grip, and barely paid any notice as she pulled her phone out and began walking away.
"Lyra? I have an idea..."
And just like that, Vinyl was left alone in Sugarcube Corner. Alone in a place that was normally packed with other CHS kids this time of day. Alone in a place where getting your hands on a muffin was rare (especially if Derpy was around), and yet they were untouched. Alone in a place that was way too quiet for Vinyl's taste.
She didn't know what was going on with Octavia, or the school's new Battle of the Bands, but what she did know was that it would take some sick bass drops to help her figure it out. And with a switch of a cord and headphones over her ears, that's exactly what she planned to do.