Syntax by Michelle Twistaloo
“Now now, it’s called a a Quaver”
Vinyl looked at her friend and soon to be more, they had been hanging around with one another for some time now, and they could deal with one or another more or less as long as no one brought the issue of what music was better, or kind of movie, or books.....
But Vinyl had no idea of what in the world a “Quaver” was.
“I realize you may claim it as an eight note, but everyone calls it a Quaver, it’s how it’s supposed to be mentioned.”
Once again, Vinyl rolled her eyes, were they seriously having that argument? She just liked the beats, she didn’t care for linguistic details.
“Don’t you roll your eyes at me!” – Octavia said, and Vinyl stopped, mid roll, eyes like a slot machine, dislocated from the center of her eyeball, she pounded her head with a hoof and it came back into place.
“It’s a quaver!”
Vinyl, unable to roll her eyes merely put up a hoof to her mouth to conceal a yawn, Octavia was passionate, passionate about a lot of things, really, music was just....the most passionate of things she was passionate about.
“I never said it wasn’t.”
“No, but you’d call it a eight note”
Vinyl shrugged, eight note, quaver, it didn’t matter to her, it was just a matter of syntax.
“Tomatoe, Tomato” – Vinyl replied. – “I know what you’re referring to, and I don’t compose into paper like you do, so this is new news to me, but if you want me to, I’ll change my notes to quaver.”
Octavia’s lower lip trembled, she was clearly touched, she pulled herself up and threw her weight at Vinyl. If Vinyl weren’t sitting they’d both have fallen, Vinyl could feel the heat of the other mare against herself and she was suddenly very glad this syntax issue had come about.