Vinyl Scratch trots down Ponyville, as nervous as ever. She has all her dialogs in mind, sort of. ‘Okay...Mayor Mare, I am Vinyl Scratch and I-I want to have a competition. I was hoping that...Ohh.’ She has been planning this competition for weeks, and now is her chance to make it a reality. All she hopes for is that she doesn’t get turned down. She finally reaches Town Hall, takes a deep breathe and enters. Inside, she finds the receptionist behind a desk full of papers, stacked so high that the pony’s face is completely hidden.
‘Um...hi. I am here for my appointment with the mayor.’ The receptionist pushed the paper aside to reveal himself as a brown coated stallion with a green mane. He looks at the time and checks through a book of appointments. ‘So...you are Vinyl Scratch?’
Vinyl nods her head. The receptionist hands her a slip, ‘Please wait on the couch until the Mayor is ready for you. Vinyl sits on the couch and stares at the clock, watching each second tick by. Tic, Toc, Tic, Toc. She starts humming her favorite tune to pass the time. She starts out quiet, but as she continues to hum the song she heard so many times that she memorized every sound, she becomes sucked in. Vinyl, now also singing the lyrics and sounding the guitar solo, completely shuts out the outside world for her own personal concert, until-
‘Vinyl Scratch, Mayor Mare is ready for you.’ The receptionist calls, looking at her like she is crazy. Vinyl snaps back to reality, ‘Uh...thanks!’ she says as she walks down the hall. Her heart becomes twice as heavy as she walks to the Mayor’s office, giving herself some last minute encouragement. ‘Okay, you can do this! Just be confident, cool and firm.’
Once she enters the office, she is greeted by the Mayor. ‘Hello, you must be Vinyl Scratch. I am Mayor Mare. So...what can i help you with?’ Vinyl takes a deep breathe. ‘Hello Mayor Mare. I actually came to ask for permission to hold a competition/performance.’ Mayor Mare is intrigued by this and listens closely to Vinyl, explaining all the details and prizes. After all is explained, she thinks about it for a while. Finally she makes up her mind. ‘Okay, I’ll give you permission. It sounds like a fun idea. You can do it at the amphitheater. I’ll book you a slot. When is this going to be?’
‘It is going to be held next week and starts at sunset.’
‘Great! Be sure to make some posters and stick them around town. I am looking forward to this! Good luck, Vinyl.’
‘Thank You, Mayor!’ relieved, Vinyl leaves Town Hall and runs home. Once she gets home, she grabs a sheet of paper and starts making a poster. ‘Come be in the biggest competition/performance in Ponyville-’ she reads as she writes it down on the poster, ‘-Vinyl Scratch’s Epic Rap Battles of Ponyville! Anyone wanting to sign up should come to the amphitheater tomorrow at noon. The competition will be at sunset next week, so make sure that you are there! I hope to see many competitors!’ After gazing at her masterpiece of a poster, she signs her name at the bottom.
‘Perfect!’ Vinyl immediately heads to Quills and Sofas to use their copy machine and gets 20 copies. She goes around town and starts to hang up her posters.
‘Hey, Vinyl! What are you up to?’ asks a voice behind her. Vinyl turns to see her friend, Octavia.
‘Hey! Guess what!’
‘Um...you finally went to Mayor Mare, got permission for the competition that you were buzzing about having and now you are sticking posters everywhere in sight so that everyone in Ponyville will see them and come and/or be in the competition?’
Vinyl is shocked by how well her friend knew the situation. That was classic Octavia, always knowing what is going on.
‘Well, since you know what is going on, could you help me set up these posters around town?’
‘“Sigh” very well. What kind of competition is it anyway?’ Octavia asks as she takes the poster to have a better look at it. ‘A rap battle? What is that?’
‘Two contestants battle it out using raps to outdo each other!’ Vinyl explains. Octavia’s face shows that she has no idea what her friend had just explained to her. Vinyl gives up and hands Octavia a couple of posters to put up.
‘You will be there for the competition, right?’ Vinyl asks.
‘Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world!’ Octavia replies with a smile before leaving. Octavia prefers classical music over electronic, but she will be there for her friend.
After putting up the last of her posters, Vinyl heads home to get a good night’s rest before the exciting week ahead of her.