Chapter 1
We had met on a cold winter night. I was drunk in a bar, and you were the DJ. You started flirting almost immediately. Or did I? I couldn’t remember for the life of me. You brought me to your house after I almost blacked out. You gave me your bed, and you slept on the couch. I awoke and immediately freaked out. You attempted to stop me, but my anxiety got the best of me, and I ended up breaking your sunglasses. You snapped at me, and I left your apartment in a fit of rage, only to find that I lived two apartments away, which caused some minor inconveniences for the two of us. We fought often over the superior music genre, but the fights didn’t last, as there was always a feeling of care. Soon those feelings developed and we became friends. We created beautiful works of art together, creating masterpieces of music. Soon, Equestria knew our names and we were making headline after headline. Soon you and I began to fight.
“I hate you!” You’d screech. Those words hurt me more than anything.
“I’m not quite fond of you either!” I’d yell back. But still, we remained friends. Just two ponies making music together. Of course, this didn’t stop the crowd from noticing the tension. Rumors began to spread that we were fighting, and might even split. These rumors were quickly shot down by our manager of course, but he didn’t even know what was going on. Eventually, a big fight happened on stage, and headlines appeared all over Equestria. Eventually, it did happen, we did split. But you never knew why we fought or why we split. It was because I let my feelings get in the way. Eventually, we were old news. I retired to Canterlot and you returned home to Manehattan. That was our story. That was the story of DJ PON-3 and Octavia Melody. Of course, that’s what pones thought. Really, it played out more like this.
“Vinyl Scratch, if you don’t turn down that bloody music, I will drive a butter knife through your right eye!” I screeched. Of course, you didn’t hear me. You would always blast that music way louder than even possible. Eventually I got out of bed and headed for our personal in-home studio where we’d usually jam and play. As I entered the studio, I could feel my ears throb in pain. I stepped into the main recording area. I unplugged your turntable, causing your head to snap up.
You looked up at me and frowned, “What was that for?!”
“Someponies are trying to sleep!” I yelled and you flinched back. I immediately regretted it as I saw your face.
“Sorry, Tavi,” You grinned with that cute smile of yours, “Didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Oh, it’s alright,” I gave in, “You meant no harm. I’ll make us some breakfast and then we should hop in the shower.”
“Alright, babe,” You smiled, “But afterwards, I gotta head into town to pick something up.”
“I thought we were supposed to spend the day together,” I frowned, “You promised no ventures or anything today!”
“Trust me,” You gazed into my eyes, “It’ll be worth it.”
I sighed, “Fine, but do hurry back. I had a few select movies that I think you would definitely enjoy.”
After we ate our breakfast you quickly trotted off to town and left me home alone to my thoughts. After about ten minutes of thoughts and other stuff, I decided to pop some popcorn for the movie. After about an hour of waiting you finally returned.
“Hey Tavi!” You called, “I’m back! Let’s watch some movies!”
I happily bounced out to the living room holding the bowl of popcorn and sat on the couch. You plopped down next to me, almost spilling the popcorn. I gave you a hard stare and you just smiled.
“Vinyl!” I scolded, but you didn’t seem to notice. You activated your horn and plopped the first movie from the stack in. It was a romance film that even you had gotten fond of, due to the emotional scenes that anypony could love. Even you, my dear, loved The Fault in Our Stars. The movie eventually ended and you spoke up.
“Hey, Tavi,” You smiled, getting up, “Could you come with me to our studio? I wanna show you something.”
“Vinyl,” I shook my head, “I’m really not interested in your loud wubs. Please not right now.”
“C’mon, Tavi!” You pleaded. Reluctantly, I gave in and we headed to the studio. You had me sit at the main control panel with headphones on. As you stepped in the main recording booth, you activated your horn and a track began to play. Instantly I recognized the track. It was a track that me and you had written almost five years ago titled, Be Mine, and I’ll Be Yours. It was the only song that featured just your vocals. You had the voice of angel, but you would always deny it up until that one day when we recorded this beautiful song.
“Hey there pretty lady,” You said into the mic, “Just listen to this;
On the boulevard down the street
There’s something you need to see
It’s our favorite little jeweler
But there is something cooler
I have something inside
Something you gotta find…”
The lyrics felt different this time. When we had recorded it, you had put less emotion into the vocals. Or maybe you were just getting older and so was your voice. We had been only seventeen at the time of recording. You continued through the song and eventually the bridge arrived.
“Tavi,” You pulled something from behind you, “Will you marry me.”
The item in question was a ring. I began to tear up. I ran into the studio, not caring that we were still recording.
“Yes!” I cried, pulling you into a deep kiss. That was the happiest day of our life. This was my favorite memory.