A Journal of a Beating Heart
August 16th
It was my third birthday. Normally here in Manehattan they throw parties or they take the birthday pony and his or her friends out for them to go eat. And normally you sing the birthday song to that special little filly. For me that never happened. I never left the house when I was a little filly, I never had a birthday party and I never had friends. On top of that I was the child of two famous ponies. My mother, Fiona, who was the lead violinist in the West Manehattan orchestra. My Father, Spin, Is a worldwide famous DJ. He’s knows everypony who is any pony. But that wasn’t the reason why I was alone. My mom and dad always yelled at each other about which type of music is better. Classical or Modern was always the topic and there was never an answer. I never knew what the hay was the big problem about it. I never got what was the big idea. From them yelling it affected me in a huge way. I never wanted to be around anypony because they will always yell at each other or I was just scared to be around anypony. I never figured it out.
Anyway I always stayed in my room. The only time I came out was use the bathroom, eat or drink, and wash my jacket. - which I never understand because I never went anywhere - Other than those things I stay in my room with my favorite bear with a missing eye. I named him Scratchy, after my name. I also had a mini turntable, microphone, old records and new cds. I layed in my bed just talking to my Scratchy and having a “great” time on my third birthday. Letting music play on my turntables, pretending to eat birthday cake and pretending that Scratchy was singing the “Happy Birthday” Song. Once Scratchy was done I let out a big smile on my face... but looked outside to see the other ponies playing with each other. Then looked back inside, looked down, then started crying. Yeah, It was the “best” third birthday party no pony can ever have.
A Journal of a Beating Heart
The Combining of the Worlds
August 27th
It was a normal day. I stayed in my room with Scratchy bear.,Listened to my music and stayed away from my fears. It was a nice thing too because I didn’t have to be scared and show that I show fear. But for some reason it changed. When my mom and dad was still yelling about which style of music is better, It gotten worse. I heard cracking noises like CDs and records are broken “ How Dare you! “ was the words that my mother always said when someone touched something of hers and destroyed it. I knew something was going down. Then I heard another pony yelling, somepony I never heard before. More or less I hear that pony saying “Where’s Beat.” That’s where I started to panic. No pony ever ask for me, or wanna talk to me.
The door slowly opened and I quickly grabbed Scratchy and hid under the covers in the far corner of my room. I didn’t want any pony to see me. That strange pony was was walking in my room.
“Whoa, this is some pretty cool stuff” said the strange voice
If it was a robber I would have let them take my stuff. My mom wouldn’t care at all if it was my turntables or my mic. But she would care if it was the classical records. The trots gotten closer and that strange voice started talking again.
“There you are, what are you doing in the corner? With a blanket?” The voice said as the blanket
I was getting scared and screamed like a little girl. I opened my eyes and I saw a pony with weird blue hair but was also white like me.
“W-who are you” I asked
The strange pony facehoof herself realizing I never leave my room so I don’t know anyone besides my parents. “My name is Vinyl Scratch” The strange filly said
I quickly stop being scared and looked at the little filly “Vinyl Scratch?” I asked
“That’s right Beat.” Vinyl said
“H-How do you know my name?” I said in a scared way
Vinyl chuckled a bit and looked at me. “I know you because I’m your cousin” She said
“R-Really? I asked in an exciting way
“Yeah. So what’s the problem? Why were you in the corner hiding?” She asked.
“I-I don’t wanna hear the yelling from mommy and daddy” I said
“Ah, been there.,Done that. Listen little cousin I know a way for them to stop yelling at each other and for them to calm down for a month or so.” She said as she was in front of me.
“Y-Yeah, What is it?” I asked her.
“Your mom loves classical music right?” She asked
“Y-Yeah” I replied
“And you’re dad loves the newest stuff. Right?” She asked
“Well, yeah I guess” I said in a weird way
Vinyl looked at the turntables then back at Beat. “How good are you with that fine equipment?” She asked
“My Turntables? I-I don’t think I’m that good. Why?” I asked.
Hours went by and me and Vinyl was in my room. My mom and dad was a little worried about her because they taught something happened to her since it’s been three or four hour. My door slowly opened and smoke came out, - I’m still questioning how did she get a smoke machine- and Vinyl is rolling my turntables out and had a pair of square shades on. She turns on the music on the turntables and started playing classical music, as the soft sweet mellow sound is playing my mom was swaying her hoof around to the rhythm then looked at his dad at first and smirked. Then Vinyl stopped the classical and played some modern dubstep music, with the many beats and many bases dropping, dad was bobbing his head to the beat then looked back at his mom and smirked. Vinyl started to play the classical music with it. Both of my parents looked at Vinyl confusing then looked over at my door. Walking down with my black vest on I have a microphone in front of me. I didn’t know what I was doing but I did it anyway. I started rapping like no tomorrow, each and every one of my words had meaning within itself. My parents jaws dropped from each and every word I said. It’s like I can keep on going and going but the music stopped and I quickly dropped the microphone. My mom and dad got up and looked at Vinyl and then they stood in front of me. I was the scaredest filly in the world because I knew they were gonna yell at me for mixing up both of their worlds. I knew I should have never trusted Vinyl, this was her fault. But strangely I didn’t hear yelling. All I heard was sniffling and I felt hugs. It was my mom and dad crying and hugging me tightly since I couldn’t breath.
“My Sweet Beat made us a song for us to stop yelling.” My mom said
“We haven’t been paying attention to him at all because of this whole argument” Said my dad
“Beat, We’re so sorry. We’ll make it up on your birthday” Said my mom
I was a bit confused and said to my parents, “But Mommy, Daddy my birthday was 17 days ago”
My mom just looked at me in a shocking way, my dad on the other hoof, jaw dropped. Vinyl looked at my parents and trotted over to me. She smiled and it brightened up my mood once she did. I quickly hugged her and tears was falling down. It was great this time to cry because it was tears of joy.
“Thank you cousin, you helped me out. You fixed up my life. How can I repay you?” I asked as I am hugging her
“Hey, no need to repay me Beat. Just be happy, and get out more. Make some friends around here because you don’t have to be a lonely soul.” She said.
I looked at her and nodded my head. Vinyl was a huge help to my relationship with my parents. It was going to be smooth sailing and a road of happiness.... for now.