One shots

by Flutterbat276


The Bow, Bass, and Beauty (Octascratch)

"Vinyl!" I yelled. She had her speakers turned all the way up, as usual. She didn't respond, as usual.

I walked up the stairs, hand traveling up the railing delicately.

"Vinyl Scratch! Open this door right now!" I yelled, realizing the door was locked. I heard the music soften and a moment later was inside the room.

"Sup Tavi!" Vinyl said.

"I cannot even think with your music turned up like this! You should use headphones instead," I told her, earning a groan.

"Ugh! That's no fun!" She wined.

"I don't care! I need to practice for my next concert and I need peace and quiet to do so!" I retorted.

"Well I need to hear how the bass of my new mix album resonates for my next gig!" She yelled back. I was fed up with this.

"Fine! Do whatever you want! I don't care anymore!" I yelled, marching out the door and slamming it.

"I swear, that girl has less maturity than a child!" I said under my breath. I stormed down stairs and plugged in my electric cello. It was a gift from Vinyl the previous Christmas.

"Let's see if she can handle this!" I said.

I played a tune, melodious and beautifully classic. The electric cello was a nice instrument, to say the least. It can at least out play Vinyl's horrendous dubstep music! I heard the beats upstairs and played louder. Soon, the house was a mix of a classical masterpiece and modern age wubs.

(3rd person here)

Everyone heard the duo all the time battling it out, but this time was different. Instead of the strange and cringeworthy clash of genres, it was a rather melodious and beautiful piece that all of town could listen to and enjoy.

Carrot Top stopped to listen to the music and a certain man just so happened to be with her. Neon Lights, a big producer from Manehattan was visiting the town.

"What is that glorious sound!" He asked. Carrot Top smiled.

"Oh, it's just Octavia and Vinyl, battling it out like they usually do," she said, looking at the house the two called home.

"It sounds amazing!" He said, walking towards the house. He saw the cellist playing the electric cello and the bass sounds resonating from upstairs.

"Hello!" He said. Octavia fumbled with her bow, nearly making contact with the hair.

"Oh Celestia! You nearly made me ruin my bow!" Octavia snapped at Neon. He apologized.

"Ha! I knew you'd stop eventually Tavi!" Vinyl yelled from upstairs. She took notice of Neon Lights and froze.

"N-Neon Lights!?" She stammered.

"The one and only! You two ladies are incredible musicians! Have you thought of making music together, or have you already started?" He asked, looking between the girls.

"U-uh...n-no? We were just a-arguing and then-"

"We started an argument and one thing led to another and we started trying to outplay the other. It was rather childish of us to do so. I'm terribly sorry," Octavia said, her light British accent adding a hint of maturity and professionalism to her voice.

"No need to apologize! You need to start writing music together! Here's my card! Call me any time you wish to contact me about making you two big!" He said, putting a card on a side table next to the door.

He walked out and Vinyl just stood awestruck.

"Octy! That was the Neon Lights! One of the biggest producers in all of Equestria! You know what this means!"

"No, I don't Vinyl. Enlighten me," Octavia said, a hint of sarcasm filled her voice.

"It means we could make it to the top!" Vinyl said, enthusiastically.

"Well, I suppose we could try it out. I actually enjoyed that song we made," Octavia said, looking at Vinyl.

"Me too. Not as much I like you, though. You're pretty cool, y'know?" Vinyl said.

"Vinyl that is unrelated to the topic at hand. Besides, you're going to have to try harder than that if you want to flirt with me! I have high standards!"

"Haha! Okay okay!" Vinyl said. The two had been a couple for a while and they pick on each other quite a lot.

-time skip a few months-

"Well, Vinyl! Here we are! Manehattan! Our new home," Octavia said. They had called Neon two months prior and got a record label. The girls couldn't be happier about how things turned out. They were sure that they would hit the top sooner or later.