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// 39 Identity by Michelle Twistaloo 
// Story: Rhythm and Harmony: The Octascratch Prompt Collab 
// by lyra_lover777 
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Identity by Michelle Twistaloo



This was a case of mistaken identity. It had to be, who would have thought the mare with class, member of the nobility, cello player, fan of musicals, and so on, would have gone out with Vinyl Scratch, Dj,  medium low class, played the wubs?
No, surely Vinyl had met with someone who looked like Octavia, ate like Octavia, behaved like Octavia and even sounded like Octavia but....in reality, wasn’t Octavia.
Because Octavia wouldn’t be caught dead near another mare in a romantic setting, even less so one with so low....charm. And the place they had met in? It was a disaster, no buffet, no service, no tips! Surely that was a clone of Octavia, an evil doppelganger.
The identity of the mysterious mare wouldn’t, surely it couldn’t, be the one whom she looked like. Right?
Lyra had her hooves in stitches as she fought for the chance to ask her out, it wasn’t such a bright idea, it would be akin to spying, but she had to know, and if she didn’t know, or made a believable attempt at not knowing, they could hunt down the doppelganger. The only thing missing on her evil twin was the goatee.
Lyra was restless, she couldn’t find a way to be comfortable, not even her trademark, Lyra registered, way to sit, helped her. She had to know, she got up, looked up, as if imagining the great beyond, where she’d probably end up if Octavia whacked her with the big heavy cello (again), cleaned her throat and asked her.
Octavia was startled by the question, she had agreed to meet with the Dj on the account nobody would know, but she was sure. So she nodded. She just wasn’t expecting  Lyra to gasp and scream “HEY GUYS, GUESS WHAT!”
Maybe she should grow a goatee and change identity.