The Introduction and the Meeting
The College Life of Octavia and Vinyl Scratch
In the midst of all the commotion of the usual first day of college life, a lone pony was standing of front of the main building. In the big crowd, she seemed like just another mare. But then again, she was just another mare. Not very known and not very popular in her grade school years, she had high hopes as she had been accepted into Canterlot Musical University, the best music college in Equestria. Octavia, a beautiful, classy pony with a black mane, a gray coat and a classical note as her cutie mark, took in the entirety of the massive college that was right in front of her face. In the place she was standing at, the entire college can be seen.
“Ahh, this is going to be such a great freshman year!” She said to herself, completely optimistic. “I am going to make some good friends hopefully, and become the musician I’ve always wanted to be.”
“Hello, Octavia,” Someone said behind her, “I’m still here.”
She turned around and smiled. “I know dad. I was just taking this college in. I don’t want to forget my first year in college."
"I know," He said, "but you have to remember that I still have to go work."
"I know, I know." Octavia said to her father. She looked back at the big college and then she turned back for father. "Alright, well it looks like I got to go now. I love you dad."
"I love you too. Have a good time in college."
"Don't worry, I will. I’ll see you later." She went up to her father and gave him a big hug, knowing that she won't see him until the winter season. She stepped back as her dad walked away to his car. He saved back at her. Octavia had a little tear in her eye as she walked to the main building to find out what her dorm room was.
"Octavia, is that correct?"
She nodded to the office attendant. "That is correct."
The attendant was sifting through the load of paperwork, trying to find her name. "Hmm...Ah, here it is. 'Octavia'. Your dorm number is 244."
She smiled. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome. I hope to see you in a major production in this school." He said.
"Hopefully."
As Octavia walked out of the attendance office, she saw that there were huge lines that lead outside. 'I sure was lucky to get here early' she thought to herself. She continued trotting along until she found the 200 building. Now all she had to do was just find her dorm room, and she could settle down until she had class the next day. She noticed that a whole bunch of ponies were rushing, looking for their dorms, and trying to make it to their first class on time.
After a few roundabouts and asking ponies for directions to her room, she has finally found it. 'Finally,' she thought, 'I can finally set my cello down and relax.' She set her cello down, and got a key that she got from the office out of her saddlebag. The key fit like a glove, and she was inside.
She looked around, and saw that it was completely empty. "Well, it looks like I get this room all to myself." She said happily. "I can finally practice in peace." She unzipped her cello from the bag in which it was contained, and set it in the corner of the room. She unpacked everything she brought from home, which really wasn't much: just some fancy outfits, a few trinkets, a CD player with some albums from her favorite contemporary artists, and of course her beloved oak cello. To her, this was everything. She didn't have anything else with her except the dream to become a popular musician.
"Well, that's everything," She said to herself, "I wonder if there is a cafeteria here. Oh, who am I kidding. I live here now; of course there is a cafeteria." She packed all her goods into the first drawer of the dress, and she headed out, proceeding to find another pony to show her the way.
"One salad please." She asked politely.
"With or without meat?" The cashier asked.
"Without."
He grabbed the salad with no meat and handed it to Octavia. "It will be four bits please."
She reached in her saddlebag and took out four bits from her coin bag, and handed them over. "Here you go."
"Thank you, and here's your salad." He said happily. "Have a nice day."
She nodded. "Thanks, you too."
Octavia went over to the condiments and got a fork to eat her salad. She figured that she would leave the noisy cafeteria to eat in the peace of her dorm room. She made her way to her dorm building, when she started to hear a loud thumping noise from the side of the building. 'Hm, that's weird.' She thought. There was no obvious construction of any kind on the campus that she knew about, including the building in which her room was. She decided to ignore it, and ventured on to get to her room.
Octavia climbed the stairs to her floor, and she kept on hearing the thumping noise from outside. She continued to ignore it, until she stepped near her room, and it was coming from that area. 'Oh, please don't be from my room...' she told herself. 'Anything but my room.'
She braced herself for whatever lied behind her door, and quickly opened it. She stepped inside, and found a lone radio hooked up to an MP3. She was momentarily confused at why this was here. She quickly realized what might have happened, and she quickly went to the dresser and opened it. "Oh thank Celestia all my stuff is still here." She stepped near the doorway. "Haha, very funny. Okay, you got me. You can step out now." She called out. But no pony came out to her. "Whatever."
She shut the door and locked it. She went back to radio and shut it down. She went to the top of her bunk-bed and opened her salad. "Ah, finally, I'm starving." She took a bite, and it tasted like heaven.
Unsuspecting to her, somepony opened the dorm room, and started blasting the music.
"Mother of Celestia!!" She yelled out, almost dropping her salad. She looked down to see a white pony with blue hair and sunglasses on and a black music note cutie mark. "What are you doing in my room?!"
The pony looked up at her. "Oh, so somepony is already staying here. Awesome, I get a roommate!" She said enthusiastically.
"Are...are you the one that was blasting that noise from the radio?" Octavia asked.
"Okay, first of all, don't hate on the music," She said with a little bit of annoyance behind her voice, "and second, I had the music on ‘cause I was testing the radio's volume capabilities."
Octavia looked a little relaxed. "Okay, that makes a little sense, but thanks for almost giving me a heart-attack. I really appreciate that." She said sarcastically.
The pony smiled. "Sorry about that." She climbed to the top of the bunk-bed and sat next to Octavia. "The names Vinyl Scratch. And honestly I didn't know that I would have a roommate. This stupid school didn't let me know. They just gave me my key. But I heard the other office clerks telling others they had roommates..." She looked over to Octavia and saw that she was a little annoyed. "Sorry, I got carried away. What's your name?"
"It's...Octavia." She looked down, with sadness in her face.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
Octavia sighed. "It's nothing. It's just that I imagined that if I ever got a roommate, it would be with a handsome, classy stallion, but now I'm stuck with a ruffian."
"Is that it?" Vinyl asked. "Hey, I can be classy!"
"Really? With that kind of mane style? And what's with the sunglasses? We're indoors." She asked.
"Look, the mane is cool." She said. "And I like wearing my sunglasses. Makes me look even cooler."
Octavia rolled her eyes. “Sure it does.”
“It really does!” Vinyl exclaimed. She looked over to the corner of the room. “So, you play the Cello? Classy.”
“Umm, thanks I guess.” She said, a little thrown off because she couldn’t tell if the mare was kidding or not. “And what do you play? The Violin, the Harp?”
Vinyl smiled. “Nothing contemporary, I can assure you that much…Well, I did play the Accordion for a while.”
“Then what do you play?” Octavia asked curiously.
Vinyl opened up her saddlebag and brought out a computer along with a small pad with a lot of little buttons on them. “Well, technically I don’t play anything, but I produce music. That ‘noise’ that you heard from the radio here, that’s what I made.”
Octavia was confused. “But this is a musical school for the arts. How did you get accepted in the first place? And how do you make music on a computer and that thing?”
“Well, it all started before I graduated high school, but that story is for later.” She plopped down from the bed and went under the top bunk. “But right now I’m going to get some sleep. See you whenever.” And just like that, she was out.
‘Great’ she thought to herself. ‘She’s a ruffian and a weirdo. But I might as well get some rest also.’ She laid down and closed her eyes. After a few seconds, she heard snoring. “Are you kidding me? What did I do to deserve this Celestia?”