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// Chapter 1: Vinyl 
// Story: Scratching Records 
// by P0NyTPaRTy 
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                                                                                                    Chapter 1: Vinyl
Vinyl was an odd filly at birth, and doctors didn't think she was going to live past three weeks. All of the nurses seem to avoid Vinyl because she had devilish red eyes. She didn't eat, she didn't drink sleep. All she did was slowly get lost in the metronome of the leaky sink across the hallway. Doctors were worried thinking that she may have had brain damage and would end up in the same condition as that Derpy filly that was released from the ICU 3 months ago. 
In spite of all of the Doctors conclusions, Vinyl went home from the hospital 3 weeks after birth. Vinyls mother was a well know composer, as was her father. Vinyls father had been hoping to have a healthy baby that will follow in his hoof-prints in the later years, and this wasn't his first try to have his perfect daughter. Vinyls sister, who seemed to have the same symptoms as her, died under mysterious circumstances at the age of 2.
At home, things were as normal as any other. She woke up, was fed, burped, changed and of course, listened to the constant beat of a leaky well in the back yard. She didn't say much, and hadn't learned how to write yet because all she could do was listen to the harmony of nature working together.
Finally, her second birthday came, and she was just learning how to talk. Vinyls mother was frustrated and very upset because she had a close deadline to finish a new composition, and had to work on her only daughters second birthday. She was even more pissed because she wasn't at her first daughters second birthday either. 
The birthday party was full of her composers, gifts, and wonderful music which seemed to make vinyl jump in excitement. While she was "dancing" her father was busy talking to famous musicians, and very important people, like the father of a young colt by the name of Filthy Rich. Mr.Rich was looking over a contract with a signature on it. Vinyl had been learning how to read very well, and she was barely able to make out the signature "Mr.Scratch". She didn't know what it meant, so she discarded the contract and continued dancing to a composure by Neil Oboe. She wasn't really into this music, so she went to see her daddy.
"Dada I'm Two!!!!" Vinyl spits out. "Yes mhmm." "I two i two!!!!!" "Yes dear i know that!" Vinyls father yells and pushes her off of him. *THUD* "Owwwwiee!"
A few hours later, the party ended and Mr.Rich walked out the door, still holding the contract, and glaring at Vinyl. "Happy birthday Ms.Scratch" Mr.Rich throws into the room while escorting his son out the door. The door closes in an awkward silence, and then a sigh from Vinyls father. "i two...." Vinyl awkwardly whispered. 
"Ginger, can you go out back for a moment, i have a very special present to show you.