Vinyl Scratch has gotten tired of other ponies arguing about her looks, and mannerisms. As such, she has taken it upon herself to set things straight, much to Octavia's chargrin.
Hey! The name's DJ-Pon3! You can call me Vinyl. Now about this little thing I mixed up, it's a one-page only description of my life, how I came to live with Octavia the classics mare, and disputing things about my appearance. I know you ponies have been arguing forever about it, like I did this, or looked like that. So just bucking stop, got it? I don't like being argued over, unless it's for music, or Tavi has found something to supposedly berate me for. So anything you bucking dummies got against the real me, I'm gonna hoof you hard! I'm the best DJ there is in Equestria, the best, ever. And you'll learn all about me here.
I am a bucking Disk Jockey who originally came from Manehattan, I like being referred to my stage name of Djpon3 as it sometimes let's ponies know I am a well-known DJ who now lives in Ponyville. I have a white coat and neon blue hair, and will almost always be seen wearing my signature purple shades down over my RED eyes and custom made headphones around my neck. Although I am a total master of my chosen specialty, HECK YEAH!!!, I can also sing from time to time and play a number of other instruments pretty well ranging from an electric guiter to drums, even with all of this being able to Scratch out techno and dubstep on my sweet turntables will always remain my favorite out of anything. Go ahead, clap. Ya know it and want to! Things like piano's, violins and others like them I'll cringe at and tend to avoid but will sit to listen if my roommate, Octavia Melody, a pony who although dislikes a lot of what I do, what the actual buck?!, and plays a cello finds herself close friends with my awsome self and will often support me and play for me. Not only do I play a lot of different tracks or songs, I also write or mix a majority of them myself, only adding to my legendary title "Queen of wubs". My real name is something entirely different but I don't tell anypony what it is anymore.
Maybe not the smartest pony in Equestria, yeah, I'll admit it, but you say anything and I'll hoof you! I could definitely be the coolest. My ego can be a bit too much to handle at times by most but I'm not a stuck up pony. Stop glaring at me Tavi! Loyal, fiercely protective and willing to get down and dirty if a fight breaks out, I will do almost anything for my friends. Also being cocky and short tempered I will regularly lose my cool. if a friend or enemy were to throw an insult or joke at me, I would strain my brain to think of something just as bad or worse to shoot back at the pony who said it, either frustrating them or just annoying them, but even with this I would never do anything to truly hurt another pony who doesn’t deserve it and will comfort those who need it. I'm just that bucking awsome!!
Rumor or fact, it’s not really easy to tell but a few ponies to believe I'm to be a vampire on account of my deep RED eyes, nocturnal behavior and ability to stay up all night without showing signs of exhaustion. These can all be explained by simple things. Seriously. Stop bucking believing rumors everypony! The red eyes, it’s just my natural color. Nocturnal, my job as a DJ means that I'm is usually up late running my club, playing at a public or private house party or rave. Seemingly endless supply of energy, the I totally am addicted to energy drinks. Flavor and brand matter little to me as long as they work and keep me alert enough for this pony to keep dropping the bass for my crowds of fans and friends. LET'S CRANK IT UP!!!
l will often boast about being the best DJ in Equestria, cause it's so true! But if another can prove that they can either match my skill or at least give me a good run for a money I will show them a lot more respect than if they just claimed they are better and never showed it. Like one I have already encountered....but forget about it. I prefer to play alone but on occasions have been seen on stage with Neon Lights, the bucking jerk!, a pegasus called Glaze, Octavia but very rarely, and a few others. Yeah Tavi, I mentioned you too, deal with it.
To add on to not being the smartest of unicorns, my magical capabilities are somewhat lacking. Of course, I can lift small things with my magic, cause things to move either on their own accord or with my tampering and teleport short distances and not constantly. It's harder than it looks, ok?! Most of my magic is directed towards lights, flashes and other effects that take little magic to conjure but are not an easy thing to perfect. Does being really, REALLY loud and super awsome as the best DJ count as magic...? Cause I think so.
Anyways, now you know everypony, what I really am. Sorry, 'cause I still won't tell you my real name, but you like my two other names right? I mean really, who wants to be bored to death trying to find out my real name? I prefer just livening it up for everypony with all my music. Take it up with dubsteps, wubs, electronical rythems. You name it. Still I have been guilty on one or more occasions of sneaking Octavia's cello into my room. Honestly? It's stupid I know, but there's just something bucking awsome about mixing in classics with all the heavy beats of my wubs! I just can't get enough sometimes, not that I'll ever admit it to Tavi. Because if she ever learned that I was the one who kept making her favorite cello disappear at nights, I'd never hear the end of it. Kinda like it would be if she rolled my deck into her room for no apparent reason, other than to learn how to scratch it right? Haha, good luck with that!
Still, there is something seriously secret, that I have never told anypony, and will totally deny it if you blabbed to somepony else. Ya see, even though Octavia and I get on each other's nerves, I have grown kinda close to that infuriating mare. Now I know what you're all thinking. Ugh, I'm gay right? Well, yeah, but I don't care, and 'specially don't care what you ponies think of me. I'm only telling you this, because I have a sneaky suspicion Tavi already knows, but is making me sweat it out. Even I, the best DJ in Equestria, can't even say five simple words to her roomie. Five! Do you have any idea how much pressure I'm under when mixing and playing my deck? Well it's not even bucking close to the strain I endure to try and admit my feelings for Octavia, and going totally blank minded! Still, I will spill the beans someday, and make her realize just how close I consider her to my heart. Hell, even my horn has taken on her coat color, so that's a good sign for me eh?
Anyways, I told you ponies enough about me already, so I'm gonna bolt here and now. I have a gig I gotta get to, and some other ponies to make dance the night away! So, laterz!
I suppose I should add my own account to these proceedings. Heaven knows what Vinyl will say if she had been made to sit through one of these interviews, and I am let off the hoof. Not that I don't enjoy a bit of spotlight, but really, are these close-ups of our lives so important? Um...never mind, please disregard such a thought.
My name, well it's Octavia. Octavia Philliharmonica. I am a prestigious Canterlot earth pony, and quite the cello player if I may say so. Well, do bear in mid that usually my upbringing leaves much to be desired, especially with the, *ahem*, less refined ponies of Equestria? Suffice to say, they have made it quite clear what they think of my tastes in the classics, and...oh how do they put it...my holier-than-thou attitude. Even as I do resort to lowering some standards in an effort to make friends, they have been less than courteous in most aspects. Really quite dreadful.
Still, I suppose it cannot be all bad really, for I did meet Vinyl in my time among these ponies. Now, keep in mind, in our original meeting we were less than stellar acquaintances. In fact, it is safe to say that in our first meeting, we openly disliked each other. How it started out is sort of a mystery, as we have both told multiple versions of it. Though I suppose one idea is the closest we can manage, that being she had upstaged me during a concert tryout one night.
I was working hard into belonging to the Canterlot Orchestra, a very high position for musicians, yet even my hard work was brushed aside by her. As she had come after my tryout, she had less time to perform but...*sighs*..the other ponies loved her music, if you could have even called it music then. Honestly, my first thought was that it was noise just thrown together in a mix mash of irrationality. So you can imagine my shock when she went on for awhile, and eventually took first place. I was dumbfounded.
I of course immediately went to confront her, but that's a different story and I will not bore you with it. Suffice to say, we somehow ended up living together, and on rare occasions, I found myself listening to what she calls "wubs". Ugh....Still, it is to be noted that even if they are hard on my ears and patience, I have grown somewhat accustomed to them. Though, I still spend most days and nights asking her to lower the noise of the racket so that we do not disturb our neighbors. I don't know if I am getting through to her or not, and another shocking thing is that she has been spending more time listening to me play. Remember we hated each other's music in the beginning of this strange pairing, and are now growing to accept it, albeit slowly I suppose...
*Takes a sip of coffee*
Where was I? Oh, right. Well, what is even more strange is that due to the closeness of us being in one apartment with two bedrooms, I have found myself imagining things of ill-repute. I will not say them here, for I am no base-born filly out for a laugh, but, it is still odd in the deepest regard. Such as it is, more often than not, if she turns her back on me, I catch myself watching her flank go out the door. This has happened on more than one occasion, and I have found myself really quite out of sorts. I mean, what should I think when my eyes are glued to her diamond-dusted flank, and my own face has been resembling a tomato? Heavens! Did I just say her flank was diamond-dusted?! Please give me a moment...
*Walks out of the room, then returns recomposed*
Please, pardon that unthinkable comment, it is not in my nature to sound in such a way. Though you can possibly see my dilemma. I am starting to wonder if this is more than I actually anticipated, and am actually...*turns red* .....but that can't be, can it?! I-I mean, it's not like I'm in lo-...heavens...! Maybe I need to rethink this matter a bit more. Instead, why not switch to a safer subject?
Pardon? My music? Well, I am one of the best cello ponies in Equestria, that much is certain. However, that bragging right only applies to me because I've worked for it. Other ponies thought I would prefer the violin, or harp, or even some other instrument. Not one of them even had it in their heads that I could excel with a cello. It seems I was the only musical pony to do so, as I have yet to find a pony to play a cello besides me. Unlike a certain DJ, I was not born with the talent flowing from my hooves, oh no. I studied, I practiced, and I worked for it as hard as I could until it practically sang to me. Now that practice, while postponed due to being upstaged by Vinyl, is still growing and maturing with time. I am happy to say, it has worked out for the best for those involved really.
Now, many a pony are asking me this question constantly. "Why in Equestria, am I living with a pony so completely different from myself and my tastes?" I'll tell you the truth. I wanted nothing to do with her in the beginning, and really, what high born Canterlot pony would? She's wild, brash, keeps ungodly hours of partying, and generally gets on my nerves. Still, I suppose deep down, I could see a kindred spirit. Yes I know, shocking right? Still, despite her outgoing, vulgar talking ways, I could somehow see past all that to the real mare inside. What I did see broke my heart, for like me, her specialties did not afford her any true friends. Instead, they made her famous enough to garner fame close to obsession in other ponies, and in rare cases some stalkers. She was alone. I did not decide to live with her out of pity, never that, and if she had thought so, she would have bolted from me in a heartbeat. Pride I guess, I cannot say really. In any case, I invited her a warm place to eat and sleep, and after a few days of trying, do to her believing I might just advancing myself by helping her, she agreed. Taking advantage of her was never my intention, no matter what my peers in the higher circles thought.
All in all, the more we lived together, the more of her secrets I was privy to. For instance, she was absolutely terrified in the beginning if her glasses were removed, not that she would admit it. For in the past, other ponies relentlessly picked on her for having red eyes, yes red. They were the stuff of a bad legend for her, being called a freak, or odd, because she was the only mare to have that color iris. When I first removed her glasses to help her sleep, she frantically scrabbled to put them back on, before I calmed her down and explained that they looked fine to me. It did take some convincing, but she's generally warming up to leaving them exposed recently. I also ten to find her sneaking into my room, and helping herself to my cello. Her reasons? It created an odd note that sort of fit into her "wubs", and she wanted to try it out. Who could have thought the one mare who absolutely hated the classical arts would want something like this?
I suppose this completes my interview for this evening? If that is so, then may I ask you kindly to leave? I need to prepare for an important gig, *ahem* concert, and would need some time to freshen up in order to be at my best. Please do latch the door on your way out, thank you, and goodnight!