AUTHOR'S NOTES
This is a little experimental piece I've cooked up over my obsession of 'I am Octavia'. This 'story' comprises of two parts: the dialog before the song, and the actual song itself. The former has been lifted directly from the song, while the latter has been written from Tavi's point-of-view, all from her head. The conversation and lyrics are taken directly from the song, and I discredit any of these as my work, but as the sole property of EileMontyVA. However, I do take credit for the parts in bold, for those are what I imagined Tavi would feel while performing this song.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: If you still haven't gotten the gist, this is not a story. This is merely a string of thoughts.
"Shyea! This is P0N-3!"
"Hey Vinyl, it's Octavia."
"Oh hey Octy! What's up?"
"I was wondering if you're still coming to my... concert... cause I-I've got a seat saved up for you." *giggles*
"Aw, no... that's... that's tonight? Aw geez, aw geez, I'm so sorry! I totally blanked on this one. I'm actually in the middle of working on a big project with Neon Lights right now. W-we just hit a breakthrough with the... I just... *sigh* I don't think I can make it tonight."
"Alright..."
"I swear I'll make the next one though! Like... I promise! Okay?"
"It's fine..."
"Awesome! Now I really gotta get back to-"
"Actually, no no, it's not fine, Vinyl, cause... you've done this to me before and this... is a-a really big thing for me... and you're not there to support me."
"Yeah, I know, I-I just..."
"I just can't believe you."
"Octy, come on... you know how my schedule can get. Look, after tonight I swear things will be different. We can go to that restaurant you-"
"I don't want your sorry Vinyl."
"Wait, what?"
"Consider this friendship, over."
"Octavia, come on.. you don't mean that..."
"You let me down too many times."
"Wait! N-No! Don't! P-Please! Oct-Octavia!"
"Octavia, you're on in five minutes."
"Oh, okay!"
"Good luck."
"Oh, thanks!"
*sigh*
"Hello everypony, my name's Octavia."
"I comb the crowd,"
This is it... no more me and you.
"But I can't see your face out there, no."
It's all over.
"I'm playing now,"
*sigh*
"Won't wait on-"
...
"Love."
Why? Why did all of this go wrong?
"I'm paralyzed-"
What happened between us?
"From all these whispers-
Tell me.
In my brain."
What did I do wrong?
"I'm focused now."
No.
"I won't give-
It's not me, it's you.
"Up."
It had been you all along.
AHHHHHH!!
"I'm resonant,"
Buck you Vinyl!
"Won't stop for you."
Or your music!
"Playing away,"
I hate it.
"Playing away."
I hate you!
GAAHHH!!
"You play your games."
Why?!
"You bring me pain."
Why'd you do this to me?!
"Playing away."
Buck you Vinyl.
"Playing away."
I. Hate. You!
"You hurt me now."
Urgh!
"But I won't cry."
I won't cry!
"I am OC... TA... VI... A!"
"You hurt me now."
Hmph!
"But I won't cry."
*sigh*
"I am Oc-"
Ta. Vi.
"-A."
...
"Ditch me now,"
Had I been too demanding?
"But it's you who'll have-"
*sigh*
"Lost it all."
Tell me... tell me... was I?
"Lost now,"
Did I... do that?
"And bleeding-"
Wanted too much,
"Love."
And drove you away?
"Rain it pours,"
I'm still here Vinyl...
"But I won't let it bring me down! No!"
I'm sorry... I truly am.
"I'm playing now,"
Help me with myself.
"Won't wait on-"
Help me.
"Love."
It had always been me... and not you.
*sigh*
"I'm resonant,"
Stupid me...
"Won't stop for you."
ARGH!
"Playing away,"
Vinyl... Vinyl!
"Playing away."
W-where are you?
"You play your games,"
I can't h-hold on f-for long!
"You bring me pain."
My h-hooves... they hurt!
"Playing away,"
Vinyl!
"Playing away."
S-Save me from m-myself!
"You hurt me now,"
AHHH!
"But I won't cry."
HELP!
"I am Octa-"
No...
"Vi-"
No!
"A!"
NO!
"You hurt me now,"
My hooves... they still hurt...
"But I won't cry."
"B-but I'm not finished yet..."
"I am Octa-"
Vinyl...
"Vi-"
Vinyl!
"A!"
VINYL SCRATCH! W-where are you? I want you! I need you real bad!
"I am Octa-"
Take me back!
"Vi-"
Back home!
"A-"
Please!
"I am Octa-"
Please...
"Vi-"
Plea-
"A."
...
"Born strong,"
I'm at my end.
"Believe none,"
This is it.
"Dying over broken dreams."
I guess... we really can't make it through.
"Born strong,"
I'm sorry, Vinyl.
"And raised with class."
But I'm leaving you.
Goodbye.
"You HURT me now,"
You were never here for me. Ever.
"But I won't CRY."
No more, Vinyl.
"I am Octa-"
It's too late-
"Vi-"
To apologise.
"A!"
It's too late.
"You HURT me now,"
So for one last time,
"But I won't CRY."
Before my time is up,
"I am Octa-"
Thanks-
"Vi-"
For the-
"A!"
Memories...
'You hurt me now,"
Goodbye...
"But I won't-"
Vinyl...
"Cry."
Scratch...
"Thank you... everypony. My name's... Octavia."
...
And in the far corner of the backstage, a pair of purple vintage glasses lays idly in a trash bin.
Author's Note
Just a little thing to get my mind off my main story, Essence. Hope you enjoyed it!
