A Journal of a Beating Heart

by Swiftlyscripted

The Combining of the Worlds

August 27th

It was a normal day. I stayed in my room with Scratchy bear.,Listened to my music and stayed away from my fears. It was a nice thing too because I didn’t have to be scared and show that I show fear. But for some reason it changed. When my mom and dad was still yelling about which style of music is better, It gotten worse. I heard cracking noises like CDs and records are broken “ How Dare you! “ was the words that my mother always said when someone touched something of hers and destroyed it. I knew something was going down. Then I heard another pony yelling, somepony I never heard before. More or less I hear that pony saying “Where’s Beat.” That’s where I started to panic. No pony ever ask for me, or wanna talk to me.

The door slowly opened and I quickly grabbed Scratchy and hid under the covers in the far corner of my room. I didn’t want any pony to see me. That strange pony was was walking in my room.

“Whoa, this is some pretty cool stuff” said the strange voice

If it was a robber I would have let them take my stuff. My mom wouldn’t care at all if it was my turntables or my mic. But she would care if it was the classical records. The trots gotten closer and that strange voice started talking again.

“There you are, what are you doing in the corner? With a blanket?” The voice said as the blanket

I was getting scared and screamed like a little girl. I opened my eyes and I saw a pony with weird blue hair but was also white like me.

“W-who are you” I asked

The strange pony facehoof herself realizing I never leave my room so I don’t know anyone besides my parents. “My name is Vinyl Scratch” The strange filly said

I quickly stop being scared and looked at the little filly “Vinyl Scratch?” I asked

“That’s right Beat.” Vinyl said

“H-How do you know my name?” I said in a scared way

Vinyl chuckled a bit and looked at me. “I know you because I’m your cousin” She said

“R-Really? I asked in an exciting way

“Yeah. So what’s the problem? Why were you in the corner hiding?” She asked.

“I-I don’t wanna hear the yelling from mommy and daddy” I said

“Ah, been there.,Done that. Listen little cousin I know a way for them to stop yelling at each other and for them to calm down for a month or so.” She said as she was in front of me.

“Y-Yeah, What is it?” I asked her.

“Your mom loves classical music right?” She asked

“Y-Yeah” I replied

“And you’re dad loves the newest stuff. Right?” She asked

“Well, yeah I guess” I said in a weird way

Vinyl looked at the turntables then back at Beat. “How good are you with that fine equipment?” She asked

“My Turntables? I-I don’t think I’m that good. Why?” I asked.

Hours went by and me and Vinyl was in my room. My mom and dad was a little worried about her because they taught something happened to her since it’s been three or four hour. My door slowly opened and smoke came out, - I’m still questioning how did she get a smoke machine- and Vinyl is rolling my turntables out and had a pair of square shades on. She turns on the music on the turntables and started playing classical music, as the soft sweet mellow sound is playing my mom was swaying her hoof around to the rhythm then looked at his dad at first and smirked. Then Vinyl stopped the classical and played some modern dubstep music, with the many beats and many bases dropping, dad was bobbing his head to the beat then looked back at his mom and smirked. Vinyl started to play the classical music with it. Both of my parents looked at Vinyl confusing then looked over at my door. Walking down with my black vest on I have a microphone in front of me. I didn’t know what I was doing but I did it anyway. I started rapping like no tomorrow, each and every one of my words had meaning within itself. My parents jaws dropped from each and every word I said. It’s like I can keep on going and going but the music stopped and I quickly dropped the microphone. My mom and dad got up and looked at Vinyl and then they stood in front of me. I was the scaredest filly in the world because I knew they were gonna yell at me for mixing up both of their worlds. I knew I should have never trusted Vinyl, this was her fault. But strangely I didn’t hear yelling. All I heard was sniffling and I felt hugs. It was my mom and dad crying and hugging me tightly since I couldn’t breath.

“My Sweet Beat made us a song for us to stop yelling.” My mom said

“We haven’t been paying attention to him at all because of this whole argument” Said my dad

“Beat, We’re so sorry. We’ll make it up on your birthday” Said my mom

I was a bit confused and said to my parents, “But Mommy, Daddy my birthday was 17 days ago”

My mom just looked at me in a shocking way, my dad on the other hoof, jaw dropped. Vinyl looked at my parents and trotted over to me. She smiled and it brightened up my mood once she did. I quickly hugged her and tears was falling down. It was great this time to cry because it was tears of joy.

“Thank you cousin, you helped me out. You fixed up my life. How can I repay you?” I asked as I am hugging her

“Hey, no need to repay me Beat. Just be happy, and get out more. Make some friends around here because you don’t have to be a lonely soul.” She said.

I looked at her and nodded my head. Vinyl was a huge help to my relationship with my parents. It was going to be smooth sailing and a road of happiness.... for now.

Author's Note:

I know I said Vinyl had square glasses but this is was when we were little. When she get's older she will get her glasses everypony know about. And to be honest. They are really great on her.

Comments

[The Guy on Your Right]

Okay... let's see here: I read your first blog post, and quickly had an idea on how you react. You're protective about yourself, and the way you manage things.

I respect that, since, not all can handle their protectiveness.

You've also said that someone had sent a private message to you, telling you that you've messed up. With all due respect: please, if you're having problems with those, just tend to ignore them.

But anyways, I'm going to give you a review... or whatever thoughts come to my head while reading this. I'll also try to be nice, since, I don't want you hating on me.

A Journal of a Beating Heart

Okay. Nothing out of the ordinary here, and also nothing to worry about.

I'll list your errors, as well as my thoughts about the short description.

A story about a young Colt named Beat scratch.

First: In the first sentence, you don't need to capitalize the 'c' in colt. Also, note that nobody really cares about others' OC, unless it's really exciting, and at the same time, intriguing.

If you still don't get what I meant on the first one, then I'll make it clear and easy. The story is great; it has a good plot, good OC -- and not a Gary Stu, or Mary Sue good kind of way -- great characterization, a bit realistic, and something like that.

He has been having hard from his childhood all the way up to now.

Second: In the second sentence, I think that you're missing an 'a' between 'having' and 'hard'.

He would like to share it with everypony to know who he is and how he found his ture happiness plus his true clling

Third: You misspelled 'true', and what do you mean by 'clling'? And yeah, again, about back stories of OCs'.

So the short description is covered up; now for the long description.

Everypony knows the story about the Equestria's famou DJ-Po3 Vinyl Scratch.

First: Vinyl isn't really that famous in Equestria, and if you want to make her, then make use of the alternate universe tag. But that's just my thought. Also, you're Pon3 is lacking an 'n'.

But No Pony know about her cousin. This is the journal of a Colt named Beat Scratch. He grew up in West Manehattan but didn't really have a life there untill high school.

Second: A story about an OC isn't that much of an 'attention grabber', unless it's a clopfic, which is my cup of tea.

No. But seriously, OC clopfics are much, much more noticeable than a story like this. Oh, and your 'until' has an extra 'l'.

He was inspired by his cousin Vinyl to do music but do it in his own way. So he mixed up his the two worlds to create one whole life for himself.

Third: Don't you think somepony would go against him, first? I mean, in a place where modern music, as well as classic music already exist: I would say somepony would invent it first.

Anyways, this isn't my story; it's about your OC. But I'll just post this here.

Beat Scratch's life starts off depressing but as time passes by, he finds his true happiness and his true calling.

Last: I don't see why Viny's life wasn't affected...

Anyways, I finished listing off your errors, as well as my thoughts about it. I'm gonna go read the first chapter, and try to straighten it out after I finished.

If you want to.

EDIT: First chapter done... and I have to admit: I had a bit of a giggle while going through it.

It was my third birthday.

Okay... so normally, a baby -- or in this case: a filly/colt -- would start to acquire memories when he/she is at the age of four, or in the middle of three. But starting at the age of three would be... impossible?

And normally I you sing the birthday song to that special little filly.

Error.

For me that never happened. I never left the house when I was a little filly,

Well... I may not be the man who shall choose what to say, and change about your OC... but um... your OC didn't even reached the age of a filly; you know what I'm saying?

I never had a birthday party and I never had friends. On top of that I was the child of two famous ponies.

Oh no, no, no, no, no. I may have not experienced a life of having a rich family, nor experienced living a wealthy lifestyle. But I know one thing: Rich parents tend to hook their child up with another rich family, so in this case, no matter how bad you are at making friends, as long as you're rich, you'll have one.

My mother, Fiona, who was the lead violinist in the West Manehattan orchestra.

Most authors' problem here -- including me -- is choosing a name for their pony OC. Let's list some canon names, shall we?

Pinkie Pie
Rainbow Dash
Applejack
Fluttershy

Most of their names relates to their self-being; Pinkie Pie is pink; Rainbow Dash has a rainbow colored mane; Applejack works in an apple farm; Fluttershy is... well, shy.

For a mare who leads an orchestra, try something that relates to music. Maybe Melody would be kind of cute.

My Father, Spin, Is a worldwide famous DJ.

The hairs on my neck are slowly rising.

He’s knows everypony who is any pony.

But he doesn't know Pico Pie. :D

But that wasn’t the reason why I was alone. My mom and dad always yelled at each other about which type of music is better.

Why bother marrying each other?

Anyways, would love to finish the review, but I'm getting quite hungry, so I'll just skip it. But I guess that would be enough.

[MyLittlePwny]

2641926 I think all the grammar and spelling errors are intended. This colt is three years old, and these are his journal entries, so Darf is writing in a three year old's mindset. $10 says that the style and maturity of Beat Scratch's writing will increase as Beat Scratch grows older. Also, a lot of your criticism is just... nit picky. If Beat Scratch is rich and doesn't have friends, he's rich and doesn't have friends. If he's remembering everything at three years old, he's remembering things at three years old. 'Nuff said.

[The Guy on Your Right]

2642240 Well there is a part where he said that she was a filly, regardless of being a male.

[Swiftlyscripted]

2642268 .___. where did I put that?

[Swiftlyscripted]

2642268 I'm asking where so I can fix it ^^"

[The Guy on Your Right]

2644965 First chapter; first paragraph.