//------------------------------// // Apartment Life // Story: Vinyl Scratch: A history // by Novalis14 //------------------------------// It was noon in the apartment of Octavia Melody and Vinyl Scratch. Octavia had been up since seven am and was currently practicing her cello in the living room. As the grandfather clock -that Octavia had insisted on buying- rang noon Vinyl stumbled out of bed. “Hngug. Hanower.....” Octavia stopped playing and looked over at her roomy. “Pardon.” This time Vinyl put her hoof up to her mouth before mumbling. “shhh tavi I got hangover.” Octavia blinked, she knew Vinyl liked a good lively party but she rarely ever got anywhere past buzzed. “Why do you have a hangover?” Octavia whispered, she would be kind. At least until she figured out if Vinyl did something stupid. “cuz I drank somfin.” Vinyl said teetering over to the sink and filling a glass of water, wincing at the sound of the rushing liquid. Octavia rolled her eyes.”Why did you drink 'somfin'” “Cuz muh agent told me an' the crew tha 'we I jus' won a gold record award for our las' record. So we had a party. Woo hoo.” A smile spread on vinyl's face as she recounted to good news. Octavia beamed “Congratulations, that's quite an honor.” She carefully placed her cello in its case. “So's becoming first chair cellist for th'uh Canterlot Phillharmonic.” Vinyl said grinning at her friend. “How's about I get 100% sober and you and I go get somfin to eat.” Octavia raised an eyebrow. “Why not just celebrate here?” Vinyl looked sheepish “I kin'a forgot to go shopin.” Octavia sighed. “Alright then, but you be fully alert.” Vinyl saluted. “I'll go take a freezing shower right now.” As she made her way to the bathroom Octavia headed to her room to run a comb through her hair. “COOOOOOLD!” Octavia smirked, Vinyl would always be Vinyl. The two sat down at a cozy booth in their favorite Italian restaurant and after a waiter took their orders began to converse. “So then one of the recording technicians plays it back to me and he's cranked up the bass so much that the whole room begins to shake.” “Let me guess you thought it was 'awesome'?” “No I thought it was.... Yeah okay so it was awesome. I was thinking maybe it would be possible to clean dishes with wubs!” “I think they would just shatter Vinyl.” “I geuss your right..... Hey Tavi.” “Yes Vinyl?” “What about a bass cannon?” Octavia was just about to answer when a pony walked up to them. “Hey aren't you Octavia Melody? A cellist for the philharmonic?” “Why yes I am.” The pony continued by asking Octavia questions about playing in an orchestra. A second pony showed up. “Hey arn't you DJ Pon-3?” “The one and only” “Can I have your autograph?” One by one more ponies began to filter towards them, some coming in from outside the restaurant. The hazards of getting a window booth. Soon the two musicians had attracted a rather large crowd. “Uh Tavi, maybe we should head home.” Vinyl said beging to inch out of her chair and towards the door. “Yes lets.” It was a rough journey from their booth to the door and when they two finally got into open air they wasted no time in retreating to their apartment. Once back at home Vinyl settled in on the couch. “Hey Tavi, I've been thinking-” “Oh dear Celestia help us.” Octavia joked from her wing back chair. “Now that we're both well known we have a lot of fans. And while that's awesome and all, it can be a real pain in the plot.” “Mmhm” Octavia hummed in agreement. “So maybe we should consider moving to a smaller town.” Octavia looked at her roommate. “I mean take Lyra for example. She moved to a small thatched roof town and she commutes to Canterlot when the Canterlot Symphony is touring.” Octavia snorted at the mention of the rival orchestra.”The philharmonic does the same thing and I am either touring or recording, both of which could be done while living elsewhere.” Octavia thought it over. She did make a good argument. “I'll think about it.” The moment of silence that followed those words was broken by the sound of two stomachs growling. “We forgot to get our food didn't we.” “Yes. Yes we did.”