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// The Unexpected Help 
// Story: The Redemption of a Showstopper 
// by Nazoult98 
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Chapter 2
The Unexpected Help

The alarm went off the next morning, and once again Trixie sat up in bed and turned it off. She thought about what had transpired the night before, and as she did she had started crying again. After she had run out of the theater, she had run all the way back to her traveling home. Once she had got home, she had locked the door behind her and threw herself in bed. She remembered how she had cried herself to sleep, not bothering to change into her pajamas. A knock on her door interrupted her thoughts. Trixie got out of bed and went to the door. She hesitated a moment. “Trixie doesn’t ever get visitors,” she thought to herself. The knock came again, it seemed insistent that she open the door. She opened the door and saw a woman who was older than her by two or three years standing there. She was wearing a white tank top with a black vest and tight, black leather pants. She had a white horn on her head, which stood out from her messy, dark blue hair; and her eyes were hidden behind dark purple glasses. 
“Are you Trixie Lulamoon?” she asked. 
“Yes,” Trixie replied confused, “Trixie is The Great and Powerful Trixie, why?” 
“You forgot your money from your show,” the woman replied handing over a pouch of bits. 
“Trixie doesn’t understand,” Trixie replied, “Trixie didn’t make any money last night.” 
“Come with me,” the woman replied, “I’ll treat you to breakfast.”
After they had sat down in the diner, they were approached by the same waitress who had approached Trixie the day before. “I’m sorry,” the waitress said her words directed at Trixie, “You’re no longer welcome here.” The woman’s easy going attitude quickly turned into one of seriousness as she turned to the waitress. 
“You’re just going to deny her service after last night,” she said fiercely, “Those could have been lies for all you know. You will serve her or I will have you fired quicker than I can drop my bass onstage.” 
“Yes Ma’am,” the waitress replied trembling, “So what would you two like to order?” The woman gestured to Trixie. 
“Trixie would like some eggs over easy and a medium coffee,” Trixie answered. 
“I’ll take a large omelet, an order of hay bacon strips, and a large coffee,” the woman said the seriousness gone from her voice. 
“Y-yes Madams,” said the waitress before scurrying away. 
“Who are you?” Trixie asked curious. 
“Oh, I didn’t introduce myself,” the woman replied, “The name’s Vinyl Scratch, otherwise known as DJ Pon-3.” 
“So, why are you so nice to Trixie?" Trixie asked still confused. 
“Because you seem nice,” Vinyl replied, “Besides, what happened to you last night was unfair and uncalled for.” 
“And where did the money come from?” Trixie asked although she was pretty sure she knew the answer. 
"It's the money from your show," Vinyl replied, "At least it's what you deserve for your show last night. It did come out of what I made last night." 
"You don't believe what that guy said last night?" Trixie asked. 
"That was probably just some drunken guy who managed to get in," Vinyl replied, "I think he was just making crap up." 
"Actually," Trixie began not believing she was going to say this, "The enslaving of Ponyville was true. But, it was only because Trixie was corrupted by the Alicorn Amulet. The Ursa Minor wasn't Trixie's fault. Snips and Snails brought it to town after Trixie bragged about defeating one even though she actually hadn't." 
"I see," Vinyl said the sunlight flashing off her glasses, "I'll say this once. Everyone makes mistakes, even me. But, you're willing to admit your mistakes. Best of all, you want to make up for them. That makes it apparent to me that you're a good person. So, I'll tell you what. From now on, we're friends." Trixie almost choked on her coffee. 
"You want to be friends with Trixie?" she asked surprised. 
"That's what I said," Vinyl replied, "Now why don't you grab what you need from home, and you can stay with me for a while."
They arrived at Vinyl's house about half an hour later. "Tavi, I'm home," Vinyl announced as she walked in the door. A woman about Vinyl's age walked down the stairs. She had black hair and didn't have a horn. Her outfit gave off a classical vibe, it consisted of a grey button up shirt with a pink bow tie and grey dress pants. Her piercing, purple eyes went from Vinyl to Trixie and back again. 
"Vinyl," she began, "You didn't tell me you were bringing company home." 
"Sorry Tavi," Vinyl apologized as she took off her glasses revealing her red eyes, "She's a new friend and she needs somewhere to stay." 
"Are you also planning to take her back to Ponyville with us?" Tavi asked. 
"I was thinking about it," Vinyl replied. Tavi sighed and turned to Trixie. 
"I'm Octavia," she introduced herself, "What's your name?" 
"Trixie," Trixie answered, "Trixie won't burden you will she?" 
"It should be fine," Octavia replied, "I hope you don't mind that Vinyl will probably wake you up in the morning with her dubstep." 
"Trixie will be fine with that," Trixie replied, "She hopes it won't be too much trouble if she took a shower." 
"The bathroom's upstairs and the first door to the right," Vinyl said. Trixie started up the stairs, passing by Octavia. "By the way," Vinyl called up the stairs, "Your room is the second door from the bathroom. You can leave your clothes in there and they will be put in the laundry. You can use the bathrobe until then."
Trixie came out of the bathroom about an hour later. She turned down the hall and walked towards her room. "Mommy," a voice called in her head, "Mommy, please, don't leave me." She knew that voice, it was hers. She entered her room and sat on the bed. 
"It's your fault your mother's dead," her father's gruff voice rang in her head, "She would still be alive if it weren't for you." 
"Are you okay?" A voice said snapping her back to reality. Octavia was standing in the doorway. 
"Trixie's fine," Trixie lied, "It's just a headache." She didn't want to lie to Octavia, but she didn't want them to know just yet. 
"Are those all your clothes?" Octavia asked, "All I saw were those two pairs." 
"Yeah," Trixie answered, "Trixie never made enough money to buy more." 
"How about I take you clothes shopping tomorrow?" Octavia asked, "Would you like that?" 
"Sure," Trixie replied, "But, why are you being so nice to Trixie?" 
"Vinyl told me what happened last night," Octavia answered, "She can be a real sweetheart, that's why I fell in love with her." 
"Wait," Trixie interrupted, "Are you two going out?" 
"Of course," Octavia replied, "Both of us are bisexual. But, that's neither here or there. You should come downstairs, dinner's ready."
Trixie had just reached the bottom of the stairs when the smell of dinner hit her. She walked into the dining room and saw Vinyl sitting in a chair with her feet on the table. "It smells good, doesn't it?" Vinyl asked when Trixie entered, "Trust me; no one can cook like Octavia. Plus, she plays a mean cello." 
"Vinyl," Octavia said entering the room, "You're sweet, but I wish you wouldn't put your feet on the table." 
"Come on Tavi, I'm just chillin'," Vinyl said as Octavia pushed her feet off the table, "Besides, I saw you at my last concert. You looked like you were enjoying yourself." 
"That's beside the point," Octavia replied, "It doesn't change the fact that you need to improve your table manners." 
"You love my manners in bed though," Vinyl said causing Octavia to blush, "How's your cello practice going? You ready for your concert in Canterlot next week?" 
"I know the piece by heart," Octavia replied, "What about your new album?" 
"It's nearly finished," Vinyl answered, "But, it's missing something. It needs something like..." Vinyl stopped talking abruptly, almost like something had just dawned on her. "Trixie," Vinyl finally said making Trixie jump, "How would you like to be on my new album?" Trixie seemed to be unable to speak for a minute or two. 
"What do you have in mind for Trixie?" She asked surprised by the sudden question. 
"I think you and I should record a song together the day after tomorrow," Vinyl answered, "I can run it by Neon Lights tomorrow." 
"Trixie doesn't know," Trixie replied. 
"Don't worry," Vinyl replied, "You can think it over. Just let me know before I head over to the studio tomorrow. For now, why don't we eat dinner?"