It was a peaceful night in Ponyville. It was a few hours after Luna had raised the moon, and, with the stars by its side, it was shining its heavenly light on the sleeping inhabitants below. It was quiet, and if somepony were to wake, they would hear nothing but the sweet, mysterious ambience of the night. But nopony woke. Every light in every house was off.
Every house except one.
This house, isolated from the rest of the town, was unique. It was split in half, each side with differing design. The left side had a standard red stone wall. The garden had a expertly cut hedge in the shape of a musical note and a mailbox. The roof, a beautiful yellow, had black organ pipes protruding from it, tipped with royal gold. The right side lacked these accessories, and had a purple stone wall instead of the classy red of the left side. The roof was a dark brown, and there were notes carved into the wood supports.
The interior sides of the house was even more contrasting then the exterior. The left side was clean and orderly, containing an ornate wooden chair with a velvet cushion and a polished wood coffee table. The right side, on the other hand, was messy and wild, sporting a purple couch with an electric design and stickers on the support beams.
Each side had a mare, both reflecting their respective sides. Vinyl Scratch, resident DJ, had a white coat, an electric blue mane, headphones, and a love for dubstep. Octavia Melody, royal cellist, had a gray coat, a combed black mane, a collar and bow tie, and impeccable skill with the cello. Both mares looked at each other and smiled.
Octavia began to play a melody. It was soft and delicate, barely audible. The cellist handled her instrument with grace and passion, with a look of concentration on her face.
She was soon joined by Vinyl. The DJ pushed a button on her turn table with her hoof and it lit up, playing a quick electric beat. Contrary to her partners concentrated look, Vinyl had a relaxed smirk on her face.
The music began to speed up, building in intensity. As the music grew, its composers began to be swept up in it, one head swaying, the other bobbing.
The music grew faster and faster, nearing its edge. It seemed to take on a life of its own, evolving and growing.
Just before the the final note, right before the final drop, Octavia stopped. Seeing this, Vinyl hit the pause button on her turn table.
"Vinyl?"
"Yea, Tavi?"
"Do you love me?"
Vinyl smirked. "I wub you with all my heart."
Octavia smiled. "Your puns are terrible."
"I know."
"I love you too."
And with that, the beat dropped and the song came to an end.