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// Preparation 
// Story: The Face Behind the Curtain 
// by OmegaFanfiction 
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Chapter One - Preparation


"Octavia, can I come in?" 

"Sure you can!" Octavia smiled as Vinyl walked into the room. Octavia was practising for the Canterlot Talent Show, and she didn't usually like being distracted. But Vinyl was the only exception.

"So what song are you planning on doing?" Vinyl stared at the sheet music, trying to figure out the name of the tune. 

"It's a song I made myself. I haven't got a name for it, yet." 

Vinyl smiled after reading through the piece. "I like it, Tavi! It looks really awesome!"

Octavia smiled again. "Thanks, Vinyl. Do you think you can make it to the show?"

"Of course I can! That's what best friends are for! Right, Tavi?"

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"Vinyl Scratch, can you please LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

Octavia was quite annoyed with Vinyl, to say the least. She had a concert coming up in a week, and she had been trying her very best to practice, but Vinyl kept interrupting with her wubs. It was those wubs that almost led Octavia into insanity. She just couldn't stand it!

"Hey, calm down, Tavi! I need to practise too!"

Octavia sighed. "For what?"

"I need to practice being EVEN MORE AWESOME!" Vinyl starting playing her wubs again, but just one look at Octavia made her turn them off immediately. "You alright, there, Tavi? Man, your face is red~!"

Octavia lost it at that point, and as much as she hated losing her temper, this was the time where she just had to let it out.

"I most certainly am not, Vinyl! I am trying to practice for the biggest concert yet, but you and your stupid wubs are distracting me! And this has been going on for weeks! WEEKS!"

"Hey, Octavia, calm down-"

"NO, Vinyl, I shall not! Why do you always do this to me? I try to actually do something meaningful, yet you always barge in! I just don't care anymore! I'm leaving!" And with that, she grabbed her cello, and stormed out of the door. 

Vinyl, too lost for words, simply  stared at the door for a couple of seconds, before slumping down onto the sofa.

"Man, Octavia, is mad. She didn't have to storm out like that, though." 

She walked over to the kitchen and got herself some cider, and drank it until early in the morning. Octavia still hadn't come back.