> Different genres of life
>  by SymphonyWubs
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> The beginning of a new life
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"Your father and I don't want you out in this urban neighborhood. We have millions upon millions of dollars and you still want to work? I just don't understand. You could be with me and my symphony, we go to Europe next week. Or even with your father? He said he could always use your help with his business. But if you really want to do this then fine, just look after the house because we will be both gone on our own business for two months." 
Just how my life was, I always heard it repeated in my head..over and over. But I didn't want to be that guy, living in my parents home having butlers walking around asking me for my every need. Yeah I know, whats wrong with me? But when you have had this done all your life...you tend to forget what the real world is like. But I here I am, a local instrument shop about a good 30 miles from home...perfect. I could also say I loved it here since my mom knew a lot about instruments and my father knew business it was good for me..and the shop owner. But the thing was, I was more into all kinds of music, not just one genre. The new thing that seemed to be hitting the world was this...dubstep? I'm not sure where it came from or who invented it but it was very catchy, some of it anyway. 
But tonight was slow, maybe 10 customers came in tonight and it was going on closing hours here in like 30 minutes. Jeff was doing his usual, going in the back and playing 'smoke on the water'. That song was really getting annoying, I was considering hitting him with a drum stick but he was a really cool guy.
Well the night was over, typical 10:30 time and it was time to go. Jeff didn't live too far from here so he walked most of the time. The owner didn't come in, her daughter was having twins so she wouldn't be back for another week at most. And for me I drove home, it was a nice drive and I loved it. It gave me time to listen to new music I would hear about when people would walk in, Metallica was the big talk today so I decided to listen to some of their songs. Nothing like a good head bang while driving on a empty freeway. 
Being the lead foot I am it never took long to get home, what a disappointment. Anyone who knew where I lived knew they were close when you could see the huge wooden gates, automatic ones at that. And just like every night, put in the password the gate opens and off into the drive way. But I was being lazy and decided to park not even half way up the drive, I just wanted to go to sleep...boring day. Alphonzo did his usual greeting and would ask about my day, but before I could respond something caught my eye...something I have never seen before. 
"Alphonzo? you didn't happen to plant something in the yard did you?". 
He shook his head and leaned over to look as well. He cleared his throat before going on to talk. "Whatever it is...its breathing.". He looked alarmed as he power walked through the plants, something that no one was suppose to do, but I honestly didn't care. "Horses? No, no..smaller than a horse." His mumbling was confusing but getting next to him I could see what he was talking about, they were horses..but way to small. "I believe the term is a filly, correct?" 
I wasn't sure myself but he gave a nod, so I guess I was right. 
"If it is fine, shall I bring them in?". I couldn't believe he asked me that, I loved animals...but cats those things were evil in my eyes. 
"Yes, Yes! get them in, I will call around and see if anyone knows about this. If you could please, place them on my bed." With that Alphonzo did so, but I was just baffled on how two of them could be just here. It really bothered me.
Getting inside finally I sat in the dinning room just pondering. Alphonzo knew this bugged me yet he didn't ask. Just how on earth could animals get in our gate? Something didn't add up but right now my concern was about the health of those two. According to Alphonzo they looked healthy, but were sleeping. 
"Have you ever seen one with blue hair? I mean that is different..and it sure isn't natural." 
He didn't say anything but give the same look of confusion. It was getting late too, so I would deal with this in the morning...perhaps even call off so I could find their homes. Either way they were both in my room, so I should probably be careful and not wake them. Giving my good night to Al, I made my way to my room seeing the two filly's still asleep on the ends of the bed. I wanted desperately to pet one of them but it would seem rude of me. Getting into my bed as slowly as I could I gave them a quiet good night before passing out.
I don't know what made me sleep well last night but it felt amazing! In the past month I could never sleep, maybe it was the good deed I did last night? Speaking of which where were they? But before I could get out of bed I saw one, she was sitting near my window looking out at the yard, was awfully quiet too. I didn't bother to say anything or even get out of bed, but I did reach for my phone. Sending a quick text out to work they were fine with me being gone for today, it was for a good reason after all. But where was the second one? I didn't see it near the window or even on the bed. I didn't kick it off by accident did I? This was heart racing, how could something so small and furry just be gone? That is until I looked at my computer, she had been sitting in the chair, her back facing me. Good, they are both accounted for. Ah, better make use of this time and go put some flyers up? 
Getting out of bed and stretching I turn to look at the two, now the eyes creeped me out...for the blue haired one anyway. They were big and just well bright, but they never made a sound. Maybe they were scared, calmly I spoke out to them both. "G'morning, I'm not sure what happened last night or how you both got into the yard, but I will make sure I get you both to the right home." 
Of course there wasn't a sound, but I mean they weren't going to talk back so what was the point. The small grey one seemed to just stare at me, wasn't sure what that was about but it was cute in a strange way. But I was sure they were hungry, so I decided to take them out to the backyard. There wasn't anything but flowers and grass, but they loved it so I was fine with it. Leaving them be Alphonzo stopped and talked to me.
"Good morning, I called around to a few local farms but I have gotten the same response each time.  In fact it seems to me that maybe they could have wondered  in some how?" The shaking of his head made it clear too, there was no possible way they could have gotten in. But he continued on. "What do you plan on doing with these two? I mean we don't own a ranch." That was true but he already knew what I was going to say. 
"I will keep them two, after all these little furballs need a good home. Besides we have more than enough room. Will just take time until I can think of something else for these two."

The hunt for the owners really came to an end in after a first whole month, no one could really figure out where they came from. Alphonzo said he had gotten a call from my mother, she stated that they bought a house in Europe. I guess the reason was for her and my father since he would be taking his business world wide. What made this better was the fact that they would be gone for almost ever. Not only were they gone and didn't have to worry about me, I made some small friends.
I just never gave them a name. But time passed and they grew, a lot more bigger than when I first found them. In fact I had to carry them with two hands now...but it was really never necessary since they could walk on their own. Al tells me they were just about pony size, and whatever I was feeding them was doing the trick. A joke he would say every once in a while. There was something about the roses that they loved and it was funny to see the blue haired one just try to eat seven at once. These days were just endless, getting off of work and coming home to see them following Alphonzo around as he went on rants about the family history and what not. Turns out the dubstep genre was really taking over and it was being played a lot at work. Before we all went to bed I would play a little in my room, one seemed to love it..the other..not so much.
"Hey...HEY! Come on get up! Its Saturday! y'know the best day of the week!?". Odd, never had a dream about Saturday before. 
"See I told you, we are better off not talking he won't wake up either way...pointless." Now this was weird, who's voice was that? But something was pouncing on my chest, more like pushing down..it slightly hurt. Opening one eye I saw the blue haired one again...but she was talking? No, that's physically impossible no animal can talk full sentence. 
"Oh good your up, look i'm kind of starving and I can't really get outside by jumping out the window so if you don't mind that is.." 
Dear lord, she was really talking and I had no idea what to say or even think. But I jumped up putting my back against the wall. 
"Wait! when could you ever talk? there is no way!" I wanted these answers, it was mind blowing. The grey one spoke instead, having a more calm and sophisticated manner. 
"I do apologize, as you can see we both can talk...Well we could for quite some time. We just didn't know how to go about it. I do believe we could explain but it may just be a little complex." 
Now my heart was racing, palms sweaty...I thought I was going to have a heart attack. But I dared not ask any questions, but to let them out in the yard like usual. I couldn't keep my hands from shaking...just how? Alphonzo on the other hand was intrigued, it turns out he thought he had heard them before when they would wonder around...his suspicions were right. 
"Al. what do I do about this?". He sat at the table sitting in his good well mannered posture as always, "Nothing, do nothing at all. Ever since they have come around in your life you have had a smile on your face. Keep them, and I will not speak a word of this to your parents. Just enjoy the company." 
He was right, I was happy and having them around kept my mind off the stress of other things going on. A thump through off my concentration though, the blue haired one again.
"Hey! I hope you don't mind the roses being gone they were just awesome!". A laugh struck Al. But I couldn't blame him they were pretty unique, But before this night was over I wanted to talk to them maybe figure out a name and what they liked to do.
> Full of wubs
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I'm pretty sure this will be a long conversation; the questions I have are just endless! Talking ponies... I'm sure someone would think I was on some sort of new drug. But here we were, back in my room with eyes shifting back and forth wondering who would speak first. Until the small grey one cleared her throat.

"Well, having an awkward silence isn't going to fix what is going on. I'm quite certain you have questions... but to get things out the way faster, we have no idea how we ended up in your yard. I guess you could say we were magic in a way, yes?"

The way she spoke, it was just flawless. If I didn't know any better she could have been my mom in disguise. Very classy indeed. Rubbing my head, I didn't know where to start; she basically just answered my main question. I gave a small laugh looking her in the eye.

"Well, by chance do you have a name? I would hate to refer to you all the time as 'Classy'. I mean you do know your name, right?"

That silence struck once more, just great. How was I going to do this? You can't just name a talking pony anything, they're not dogs, but what was I to do? Maybe I would give them names later on, perhaps something that they liked to do... yeah, that would work. Well they eventually had stopped with the staring and went on to laying on my bed, having a conversation about the roses. I figured with that going on that I would check my email, apparently some guy name 'Skrillex' was going big and was coming to town really soon. I started to play a song of his, I believe it was called 'Cinema' a big remix he had done. It was pretty catchy I will admit but something caught my attention more than the song. The white one with the horn and blue hair... she was going insane?

"Aww yeah! This is amazing! It makes a wub sound, and I LOVE IT!" She had gone on to head bang over and over again. The other one, however, covered her ears: she obviously wasn't a fan of music made from a computer. I couldn't help but to be amazed that an animal would love music like this and, with that, I found a name for her. The head banging and wild look reminded me of when I saw a DJ behind his vinyl... Now that sounds perfect for her.

"So I got a name for you, my head banging friend: Vinyl. How does that sound?" My heart raced randomly, what if she hated me for the name? Well it was her decision after all.

"That sounds cool, but don't all things have a last name? How about Vinyl... Vinyl Scratch? Makes me feel epic, y'know? Like whoever made this song."

With that it was agreed; Vinyl Scratch it was... sounded like a DJ. Then came the other one, she really didn't like the music and she sounded very classy. This was hard.

"And what about you, classy one? I see you don't like this kind of music... Is there something that makes you feel good when you hear it?" Hopefully this would go better than expected.

"Well, I like things that sound soothing. Music that uses instruments and not... well, whatever that is. 'Wubs?' I'm just not fond of it."

Vinyl cut in, not understanding anything of what she meant. "So you mean to tell me this doesn't make you feel good? I mean this is the most amazing thing I have ever heard! It makes me feel pumped."

I honestly didn't know what to say at this point. I was never the one to argue about 'who liked what genre of music' but I think I had something in mind for her to listen to. Going through my computer I found a song my mother played a long time ago. It would be considered classical. Violins and Violas to start with. I got the reaction I was hoping for, she loved it. Vinyl was rather indifferent about it.

"Not enough bass and not enough drops, if you ask me." Well Vinyl did have her own view on it, but the other didn't care. Oddly enough she caught on to the song and was humming to it.

The song had to be paused due to a knock on my door: Alphonzo wanted to check up on everything, but I wanted his opinion on the other ones name. Maybe someone of his nature could come up with something clever?

"Al, I want to ask you something while you are up here. I need your opinion on a name for the grey one here."

He looked her over, hearing the classical music and seeing the way she acted towards it. He murmured before going on, "Well she has an ear for classical music. The only thing I can think of when hearing it is an octave... Octave..." He paused and looked her over one last time. It seemed he had finally gotten something together.

"How about Octavia?"

Now that sounded classy, and it felt like a perfect match. Vinyl and Octavia. Ponies based on music? Now that was pretty different in terms of naming animals, but she loved it, she gave a nod and continued on listening to the song.

"I must ask who made such a lovely song. It is just flawless... something I would love to do myself."

Al responded before I had a chance to open my mouth.

"His mother wrote and composed it for a symphony she is in, my dear Octavia."

The biggest smile I have ever seen in my entire life came to her face, her eyes switched between me and Al. I'm sure she had something to say but she just couldn't say it.

"Oh, I must meet her! Is there anyway I could? I mean I have questions for her!"

I didn't want to let her down but sadly I had to. "Sorry Octavia, but my mother is on tour. It is really hard to say when she will be back, and even then... I think she would flip out if she found out one of her fans was a talking pony."

I wish I could have reworded what I said, the sadness struck her quite fast, but Vinyl was by her side in a flash.
"So what are you saying exactly? We can't go in public because we talk? I mean that seems unfair."

It was a good defense, but Vinyl truly didn't know what was going on.

"It isn't that you can talk, it's the fact that you are both ponies and can talk. I don't want people freaking out and wanting to grab you as pets. You see, I don't see you as pets, I see you as friends... something that is hard for me to get."

Al finally walked out the room. He didn't want to be a part of this conversation; he already knew what I was getting at. Vinyl cocked her head in pure confusion and Octavia laid her head on a pillow.

"Well it seems to me that a friend wouldn't leave us trapped in a house all day, and you... don't have friends? If what I remember what your butler-guy was saying you're rich? Doesn't that mean you have dozens of friends?"

I sighed and shook my head. It was something I really didn't want to talk about. I really wanted to make this moment better, not depressing. Octavia really looked down, and it broke my heart slightly to see an animal's feelings hurt, but then I had an amazing idea.

"Let's forget about that for now, I have an idea so that you both aren't trapped here and we can all have fun, but for now I will keep it a secret. It is getting late and I'm pretty tired."

That grabbed their attention fast. Octavia showed a little more of a smile before closing her eyes and sighing. Vinyl, on the other hand, couldn't stay still. Oh, boy.

"Aww, see, now you HAVE to tell me! I can see it now! You and me jamming to the wubs all day long, making things shatter and explode from how awesome it would be. It would be good times."

What on earth have I started? She wanted things to explode, too? Maybe I should have named her 'TNT'. I shook my head and got myself into bed. Vinyl, on the other hand, didn't join in: she got on the computer. Eh, I don't mind. How could she do anything? No fingers. Before saying my last good night, I stroked Octavia's mane and came up with a last name for her, too: Phillharmonica, and with that I passed out for the night.

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Ah, the sounds of the birds chirping, the sun gleaming through my blinds... and wubs. Wait, Wubs? How could that be? Did Vinyl even go to sleep? Turning on my side I saw her, sitting in my chair with more of that Dubstep playing... something with a female singing about 'Promises'? I could not believe this, just how was she finding these songs?

"Hey uhh, Vinyl, it's 7 in the morning. Did you stay up all night?"

"Huh? Oh, well good morning there mister 'Oh Lydia, we could never be'. Yeah I have been listening Dubstep forever now. I discovered this site that has a whole bunch of different people who have wubs! I mean it's crazy!"

Not only did I not have a clue what she meant about 'Lydia', but I could hear that my speakers were pretty much done. I take it she cranked it up loud last night, my one clue was Octavia; hiding herself under a pillow with a cover over it. Weird how I didn't hear anything. It bugged me that she said she found a 'site'.

"How did you find a site? You don't have hands to type with." Oh, I couldn't wait to hear what she had to say for this one, but I'm sure the answer would either surprise me or freak me out.

"Oh, that. Right. Well, I typed with my horn here. It was pretty simple actually."

"So, you stabbed my keyboard with your horn? Umm..."

"No, no, silly. My horn here is magic, so with that I was able to concentrate and type like you would with your creepy looking hand... finger, uhhh, things."

Yup, I was right, it was going to be freaky, yet awesome at the same time. Well I was glad I could keep them happy and her entertained... I'm sure she would have just asked me over and over about the surprise. Getting out of bed, I stretched and patted Vinyl, who was still hypnotized by Dubstep. I knew Octavia didn't get much sleep so I let her be.

"Hey Vinyl, since you destroyed my speakers, and kept Octavia from her sleep, maybe you and I should go out shopping."
This would give me a chance to get more stuff for those two, and a few things to keep them busy. Perhaps buy a gift for Vinyl. I'm sure she would appreciate it dearly.

"Well I'm going to get dressed and what-not. Meet me downstairs so we can go out shopping. Octavia, we will be back later. Al will be around if you need him for anything."

I know she heard me but she really wanted the sleep, she wiggled herself in more in the covers and let out a sigh. Yup, tired indeed.

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I didn't want to take too long; I could just feel her impatience hitting me in the head. Getting dressed and going downstairs, I saw Vinyl and Al. She seemed to be talking about all the songs she had listened to that night. Al, well, he didn't really know what to do but nod his head and respond with a simple, "Mmhmm." He didn't know how I was going to get Vinyl out in the public without any problems, but everyone knows your best ideas happen in the shower.

"Hey Vinyl come here for just a second, I have this idea I want to try."

It was simple to me, if I wore a backpack and she could fit in it, people would think she was a stuff animal... that talked. People bought that, right? Well, I hope so. The good news was that she could fit in there perfectly, with her head and front hoofs sticking out of course. The bad news was, if she jumped out at something that caught her eye... how could I explain that to a person?

"Anyway, Vinyl this is how I will have you get places. It seems like a good idea and it's better than having you locked up in here all day."

She saw my point and agreed to it, as long as I didn't zip her whole self in the bag she was cool with it. I told Al about Octavia and how we would be gone for quite some time. I made sure that he would talk to her and even show her around the house more; they have yet to see every room or even the basement.

With that, Vinyl and I made our way to the car, the first destination was to an electronics store. Sadly, the store I work at doesn't sell soundproof headphones or speakers. Odd right? It seemed like a good start, I didn't have to worry about cost but I was a man of quality. If it isn't good quality; it isn't worth buying. The car ride was quiet, Vinyl seemed to be amazed about everything we passed. I couldn't help but laugh every time we stopped at a traffic light. She would go "oooh" every time. Eventually the drive came to an end. The only place I could think of to go to was Bestbuy.

"Okay Vinyl, here is the deal: we go in and get a few things. Since you blew out  my speakers, I think the best things for you to have are headphones, but I have some rules to lay down before we go in."

She gave me a big, cheesy smile before nodding in agreement.

"Rule one, please stay in the backpack. I'm sure no one there wants to chase you around. Rule two, try to avoid talking too loud."

Her eyes shifted towards the store, she was planning something but I was just being too protective for sure.
"Alright. Hey don't worry, I will be a good pony, okay?"

A simple nod and it was settled. I had to double-check that she was nice and comfy in the bag before going into the store. I had a gut feeling she was going to break a rule already. Sure enough, I was right.

Going through the automatic sliding doors, her "oohs" escaped her. I didn't want to be mean and tell her to stay quiet; it was just cute. And of course like all Bestbuys there was that greeter guy, and what Vinyl did almost had me in tears.

The man spoke out and waved saying the typical, "Hello, how are you?"

Vinyl took that as an excuse to say something. Just great.

"Oh hey there, don't mind us, just doing some shopping. See ya later!"

That man probably had not a single clue what just happened, in fact he just stood there with his mouth wide open. I also think he called security, but not to kick us out, just to keep an eye on us.

"Vinyl, really? Why couldn't you just have waved? Or not done anything?"

"Look, the man said hi so I had to be nice and say it back. Don't worry, I got a plan, if anyone asks I'm a puppet. Cool, right?"
She had to be joking, who would really fall for that? I had a bad feeling this trip was not going to be as simple as I thought.
> Don't worry...I got this.
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"Anyways Vinyl let's go look for some things you'll need so that you don't drive Octavia nuts."

I was actually looking for headphones to start out with; I don't need a pony stuck in bed all day because of lack of sleep. Who knows what might happen?

"Hey, Octavia just needs to let the wubs take her over. Y'know? Just be the bass, smell the bass... right?"

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. She sounded like a drug addict. Be the bass? That just sounded ridiculous. I guess you just can't force someone to like something.

"Do you like anything else besides bass? Like maybe, I don't know rock? Jazz? How about country?"

For a second I thought I might have broken her mind. She just mumbled to herself, as if she were trying to figure out what I just named off. Good! It kept her quiet just long enough for me to find the headphone section. Of course, the most popular of them all was Beats Audio.

"Hey~ these are cool looking. They're even wireless! Can I get those?"

What pair was she talking about? Lucky for me I could see just slightly over my shoulder to where her hoof was pointing to. The Beats Audio... figures. They were a different color to what I have seen before; they were like a sky blue color. Her pleading was cute though so, being the nice person I am, I grabbed them.

"Sweetness! So~ what else are you looking for? There is just so much here!"

"Vinyl, try to keep your voice low please. Not exactly sure stores... especially electronic stores want animals in here or talking ponies for that matter."

"Alright, alright. Oh, you need computer speakers, right? I did blow them out. Sorry."

Right, that was something I needed. Glad she reminded me. Although I was curious on how Octavia and Al were doing.

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Shopping with Vinyl went better than expected, but about every three minutes she would whisper something about a little girl following us.

"I don't want to sound rude or anything but, this little girl is creeping me out. She keeps staring at me with her freakishly large eyes. Yet her cute smile has me confused."

This was getting odd, yet it wouldn't last any longer because we were finally in the check-out line. But not before a little chaos on Vinyl's behalf. Right around when we got the speakers, Vinyl saw a DJ set on display. It was hooked to some demo speakers that stood pretty high up. And just as I thought, Vinyl just had to play with it.

"This is a dream, a dream I tell you! My own booth, playing my own music to fans. Ah, it would be the sweet life."

Sure no harm done, until some people noticed that she was talking and walking. I had to pull something off quickly or it would get pretty insane in here.

"Don't worry folks, just a puppet I figured I would play around with a bit."

She also played along with it... Good!

"Look here, you, I finally entertain a crowd and you want to put me back? Never! I'm sick of your boo-hooing about your missing soup-can, Nigel!"

I have no idea where she came up with that, but it got a few applauses and giggles. Her genius plan really was working out perfectly, well done to her. Security, on the other hand, told us to calm down or we would be removed. Eh, didn't matter since we were on our way anyhow but then Vinyl yelped. What was her deal now?

"Okay, you see, I was trying to be a calm and nice pony but you have now crossed the line!"

Crossed the line? Who was she talking to? Suddenly, she got out of the bag... oh no.
Turning around I saw Vinyl confronting a little girl, who looked as though she was about to cry.

"Hey, I can deal with the creepy looks you have been giving me, but pulling my tail? You are asking for it!"

This is why I told her to stay in the bag. Grabbing Vinyl, I had to apologize to the girl, just as she was about to explode into tears. Holding Vinyl like bear, I knelt down and gestured to the girl.

"Sorry about my friend here, I guess she doesn't like having her tail pulled. But hey, if you want to pet her; you can."
Hooves crossed, she grumbled to herself as the girl petted her, smiling and laughing. A few more seconds of this and we had to leave, I really did not want to be here any longer with this going on.

Now the car ride, priceless. Vinyl was still upset about her tail being pulled and I could tell it really hurt, but I did have a surprise for her.

"I know you're upset, but I know what will make you feel better on this car ride home and trust me, you will love every second of it."

That got her attention for now, but the same frown was still on her face. It was that 'I don't believe you' look.
Luckily, I was at a stop light so I reached into the glove compartment and grabbed a small piece of paper... a ticket to be exact.

"Umm, what is that?"

"Something you will flip about, I went online a while ago and bought two tickets to the most anticipated event coming to town, the one and only Skrillex."

A tear ran from down her face, her mouth agape at what I'd just said. Using her horn to bring it to her, she stared at the ticket for a good twenty seconds. A car pulled up beside us and then the funniest thing I have ever seen happened. Vinyl banged on the window, the guy in the car turned to look our way and saw Vinyl. He couldn't hear what was being said but his reaction was enough.

"I GOT A SKRILLEX TICKET! I CAN'T BELIEVE I AM GOING TO SEE HIM!"

Now that was what was being said, but what the guy saw was a crazy animal head banging like I had given it a drug of some sort. Trying to avoid seeing any more of this, he ran the stop light. I am pretty sure he thought he was seeing things, but having Vinyl hug me and seeing her happy was enough for me at the moment.

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Home, finally. I was having a hard time dealing with Vinyl since she would be in the front seat... then the back seat. She was just unable to control herself. She was even the first to rush in the house, Al was wearing a confused look and shrugged, but he quickly ushered me into the house. Apparently he wanted to show me something really important.

"I have to say; we have stumbled upon some very talented ponies. Never in my life have I seen anything like this."

He opened the door to my mother's music room, where she practiced playing her instruments and even wrote new songs. It was always closed, and it was really only my fourth time in here. As for what Al was telling me, even I couldn't believe it. Octavia stood in the middle of the room, playing the cello.

"Not only is she playing it, but she hasn't picked up a book on how to play or even asked me about songs. Although what really gets me is that she's playing your mother's first song."

Now that couldn't be right; my mother played her first song on the violin. After listening for a while I realised he was right. Octavia kept her eyes closed while playing the entire time.

"Al? How does she know how to play that song? You said she didn't pick up a book. Did she happen to hear it somehow?"
One nod and he smiled; his eyes seemed to have shifted to the ground, though. His attention was on Vinyl, she was just sitting there with the Skrillex ticket held in her mouth.

The music stopped.

"Oh, I am terribly sorry. I didn't mean to barge in here and start to play. I just heard your mother's song being played while Al was cleaning the other room. I just couldn't help myself."

Why was she being so apologetic? It was completely fine, she was really good. It became cute when Vinyl darted to her and gave her a hug.

"That was so good! I didn't know you could play!"

Her voice was muffled so Octavia just looked at her with an awkward smile. That was until Vinyl brought her in closer and pointed at me. Dropping the ticket for a second she had to make a statement.

"This is going to be the best time of my life. We're going to go see Skrillex soon. Then it will be dubstep... dubstep everywhere!"

Octavia rolled her eyes but smiled knowing it was something Vinyl had wanted to do for a while. Then it hit me, I need to get Octavia a gift too. It should be easy, actually, she likes classical and I happen to know one person she is a fan of: my mother.

I whispered my plan to Al and he agreed we both knew it would make her the happiest pony. Until that time, Vinyl and I had a concert to go to in a few weeks; I really couldn't wait either.

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Later that day I was able to talk to Octavia. She and I hadn't really talked, so I figured I would let Al look after Vinyl. He was already trying to understand why an animal would love music that sounded like Transformers fighting.

"So Octavia, what have you and Al been talking about? I never really get a chance to talk to you since Vinyl is usually doing something crazy."

She smirked knowing exactly what I was talking about. She was just so calm when she spoke, it was cute.

"Ah, I completely understand. Al has actually been telling me a lot about your family. It really got my attention when he spoke of us coming into your life. You weren't always the happiest person, if I understand correctly. He spoke of how you just love having us around and to be honest I love just being here. I really do feel at home... I suppose that is because I have no idea where I came from."

I just had to hug her; she really did understand how much she and Vinyl meant to me. I can honestly say my life was getting better.

"Octavia I just want you to know, Al and I will always be here for you two. Matter of fact, I will be getting you a gift also."

"Oh no, you don't have to get me anything. I wouldn't want you to go through the trouble."

"What if I told you your gift would be to meet my mother?"

That got her good. She hugged me more tightly and thanked me. I never had this feeling before, my chest feeling heavy and warm. I could feel myself crying, crying tears of joy. They really were my best friends.
> Yo Skrill drop it hard! (Part 1)
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I'm starting to think that Vinyl might be on some sort of drug... or perhaps she is just really that excited? It is going on two weeks now and no, she has not slept within that time. Octavia eventually decided to sleep in my mother's room; she seems to have had it with Vinyl's bouncing around and humming of every possible song imaginable. Only 7 hours until we go to the concert, but for Vinyl... let's just say she may go into a rage soon.

"I can't believe I'm about to see Skrillex! OH MAN! H-Hey! You think he will notice if I shave half my mane off?"

See my point? Something is terribly wrong with this pony, but she is a big fan so I guess I can't blame her.

"Please don't shave any of it off, why can't you just stay calm for at least an hour? You drove Octavia crazy... she doesn't even leave her room anymore."

"Eh, she'll get over it. Between me and you, I think she may be trying to stop the dubstep! But no pony can take that away!"

I'm sure any other being would have lost their mind and probably jumped out the window, but I could tolerate this, for now. I'm certain she hasn't bathed either.

"Can we go? I mean the sooner we get there, the more we won't have to wait, right?"

"Sure, but on one condition. That you bathe! You wouldn't want to meet him and smell bad, right?"

She gave the loudest gasp I have ever heard, wide-eyed and freaked out. Could she really not smell herself until now?

"You are so right, can't meet my idol while smelling like a pony who has been through dirt all day. I shall return; then off to Skrillex!"

Finally, some peace and quiet, but now my main concern was for Octavia. It didn't seem like she was upset about Vinyl. Maybe it was something else? The things running through my head were endless. I guess the only way to find out is to ask. My mother's room isn't too far down the hall. In fact, I could hear something being played. Opening the door, I saw her swaying to an album being played.

"Oh, someone quite musically inclined in nature could never pass up a song like this. I have to say I'm quite the fan-pony of your mother's work."

She looks fine to me; maybe the sounds of dubstep were making her feel weird?

"Ah, so this is what you have been up to? I thought you were upset with Vinyl and her hyperactivity?"

Octavia turned off the record and made her way over to a chair near the nightstand.

"Oh no, I see she has become quite fond of this... Skrillex fellow, but I could never get mad at her. I mean, we have all been together for quite some time now, after all, so I am used to it."

Before I could even react to what she said, Vinyl let out a yell that echoed through the hall. If I could make it out right it had to do with something about soap in her eye? Quite funny actually.

"Anyways I just wanted to make sure that you were fine, with your lack of sleep and all. We will be heading out soon, so if you need or want anything just let Al know."

A smile came across her, I knew she and Al got along and I'm sure she knows just about everything about the family and Al himself. She came up to me and gave me a hug, nodding. I'm sure she wouldn't want much more than just the tea that I keep hearing about.
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Some time had passed until Vinyl was finally ready and Octavia went off to walk with Al. I guess they were going to some park to catch a group of musicians play. Maybe to give her a few pointers or even ideas?

"Okay Vinyl, if we start to head out now then we can probably get there before the line gets wild."

"Oh you know it! I just can't wait to see him! I bet he will be all like, 'I love you Vinyl'... Uh, I mean guys!"

We both looked at each other before laughing, her fantasies were a bit wild but it sure did make her entertaining to be around. As we walked to the car Vinyl pointed out something that I had never truly thought about: the mark that was on her.

"Hey, I've always wondered, I mean sure I like dubstep and all but do you think that is how I got this mark on me? I had noticed it while walking across a mirror. I mean, don't get me wrong it is awesome!"

"Wait, so it was just there?"

"Yep."

"So you didn't just somehow get like a marker or tattoo without me knowing?"

"Wait, you think I put that on me on purpose? I may be a pony but I am not that flexible."

I mean sure I seen it but I thought it was just some crazy thing she did to herself instead of the shaving her mane off. Well, I'm glad that was brought up in time. Perhaps that is why Octavia had one on her too. Well whatever the matter the concert wasn't far or at least it didn't seem like it with Vinyl making faces in the mirror.

"Heh, think we will be first in line?"

Then I saw it, this line was just crazy! There were hundreds of people just lined up and some making their way in slowly. The one thing that bothered me the most was the security. Just how was Vinyl supposed to get in? The puppet gig would never work, unless Skrillex likes puppets which in this case that would be fine, but quite frankly I think it would never work.

"I think this is the right time to ask, just how am I going to get in? Remember... talking ponies are not exactly 'normal'."

Vinyl was right but I did have an idea, that is if it would work anyway.

"Hey Vinyl, I have a hoodie in the back, if I put it on; you can probably hide inside until we are in. You up for that?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Whatever gets us in will work for me!"

And with that we got it together, but with her horn poking me it became difficult. With each step she would start to slide down a bit. Her mane made my stomach cringe up, it was just so weird feeling it just brush back and forth. The guys behind us were chanting and talking about how awesome it was going to be in the front row. There was also some small talk about his ridiculous light show... something about being blinded?

The conversations went on and on before we got up to the door, security asked for my ticket but looked at me strangely when two were given to him. I had to explain that my 'date' would be showing up soon. Of course they asked for details about this woman, but all I could tell them was; short, wild blue hair, wild attitude. They seemed to understand and told me they would let her in when she came to sight. It was easy! I'm surprised Vinyl didn't say anything... but then she did.
Jumping out of my hoodie she stood on her hind hooves and shouted.

"Haha! Too bad his date is here! And you already let me in the door! Blam! Vinyl Scratch is in the house!"

Mother of God... we are going to get kicked out.