More than What You Think

by Silent Wars of Minds

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, DJ P0N-3, Lyra, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Octavia, Derpy Hooves
Length: 2193

You're a curious filly wanting a story of some pony famous. You came to Vinyl. What you learn is a whole story for itself.

Hello? Oh, I did not see you down there, young filly. What is your name? I am Vinyl Scratch, or DJ Pon 3. Are you lost? No? You wish to know more about me? I suppose I do have some time. I'll make it short. What? You want it long? Man, you are demanding. But I can never say no to a filly. Come on in, I'll tell you my story. Just don't tell anyone else. Promise. **art is not by me**

Published 2013-06-09 18:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-11 16:01:30 UTC

Where to Begin

I am honestly glad that Octivia is off at a concert. She sometimes comes over randomly when I least expect it. Yeah, she lives next door. We used to be room mates. That was in college though.
No, we aren't in love with each other. That rumor makes me sick. The reason behind that rumor was probably formed from a joke I once told Derpy. That was one of my mistakes. I don't actually mind people calling us gay. As long as it's behind my back.

So what exactly do you want to know? My college life, or my childhood? Everything? That might take a while. I am an adult after all. I suppose I could, especially since Tavi is gone. Some of the things I think about her aren't always nice. Don't think that I've always been nice to her. My feelings? About Octavia? It's not love feelings. It's more of a 'best friend' feeling. I could start with that.

When I first met Octavia, it was hatred I first felt. She had beaten me in a music competition in high school. I was furious at her. I had wanted soo badly to win and prove to my parents music was a great talent. I'll get into that stuff later. I became competitive against her. I tried to beat Tavi in everything. I have to honestly say, I didn't beat her most of the time. She was quiet, smart, and calm. I was loud, ambitious, and wild. Basicly the opposite of her. I think the only thing I really did beat her in was in rock music. Let me tell you, Octavia sucked at it. I don't blame her for failing. She's always been a classical kind of pony.

I finally got to really know her in my last year at high school. We had been chosen as the best musicians and were asked to perform a remix song at the graduation. It took a whole lot of arguing, but we finally came up with something. A classical/rock remix song. It was awesome. I rocked at guitar. We knew each other a little bit by then. Both of us were offered a scholarship to a music academy. Octivia agreed right away. As for me, it took some battling with my parents before I finally said ok.

In college, we became great friends. We hung out, held parties (at least, I did), and messed around with our other friends. Octavia hung out with Lyra, I hung out with Derpy. It was great.

That's basically it for our friendship. It's been the same ever since. Bored yet? No? Well then, keep on listening cause next is my childhood. And that was very interesting, yet rough at the same time, no thanks to my parents. Listen closely.

Author's Note

This is my interpretation of Octavia and Vinyl. If you dislike it, go make your own. I don't care.

Musicians Meet

I told how Octavia and I first met, at that competition. I was trying hard then to show my parents that I was a good musician. I don't think they really cared when I brought home second place in a fury. My dad just shrugged and told me to keep trying and never give up. He was also reading the newspaper, but I didn't care. I practiced more than I had ever done. I spent as much time as possible on my guitar. I also did some studying for school, but mostly played my guitar. I was never going to give up.

My first job was as a street performer. I played my guitar on the street and got lots of money from doing that. I really was an awesome musician. Yet once again my parents were too busy with their own jobs to notice. I don't really remember it bothering me that much. Except for whenever I would be asked to perform somewhere. That did bug me a bit. I was hoping they would notice how much people loved listening to me perform. But they never did.

It was during my third year that I started to learn how to DJ. A customer asked me if I wanted to know how, and offered to teach me for 5 bits a week. I agreed. I had so much bits that I didn't know what to do with them. I found that learning to DJ came natural to me, like a cat learning to hunt. It wasn't long before I was being a DJ for parties. I loved it. And it helped me later on in the fourth year.

You remember what caused Tavi and I to meet again? The remix song? I'll tell you how we did it. After figuring out what we were going to do, Octavia was worried that we would have to hire a DJ to put the recordings together. I told her that I knew how to DJ, so it wouldn't be any problem. Octavia recorded her piece, the original Wedding March. It was brilliant. Next, I recorded my guitar version. Even Tavi told me it was amazing. Last, I put it all together. The beginning was Tavi's cello. The middle rocked out with my guitar. And the end finished with ours put together, along with some extra things added by me. When it had ended, everyone was standing up in amazment.

You remember me getting the scholarship? And the fight? Good. I did not want to repeat myself. I hated that fight. My next years in college with Octavia as my room mate really changed my life. I had finally had someone who supported my interest in music.

Author's Note

Hope you guys liked it! :)

The Craziest Part

College was probably the most craziest year for me. I was wild and crazy, having parties like you would not believe. Derpy waslike my sidekick in this. She enjoyed my parties and hung out with me a lot. It was cool, but crazy.

Octavia liked to chat with Lyra. Mostly about great musicians and classical pieces. But Lyra was usually busy with Bon Bon, so Octavia found herself being left alone with me. That's how our friendship started.

Octavia and I would chat about music. She told me about her favorite composer. I would play some of my songs. We began challenging each other to play different songs from different genres on our instruments. For instance, I would try Fur Elise on my guitar, while she would try some rock song on the cello. It was different, but the tune was still recognizable. We had a lot of fun doing that. I believe that was around the time the rumor about us in love started. I know that the only two who were in love were Lyra and Bon Bon. Not us.

Did I ever have hangovers? Well, yes. These only happened on the weekends, sometimes during the week. It was whenever someone would bring cider to the party. That stuff is hard to ignore. Octavia once told me about my worst night with it. I apparently tried to swing from the chandelier, which for some reason, I thought was a disco ball. That was the only night I cannot remember clearly. You'll have to ask Tavi about that one. I never remember what I did, but she remembers it as if it was yesterday. I wonder why.

That was basically what my college years were like. Parties and studying. Not much studying. I took some music classes and some DJ class, maybe some math, but that was mainly it. I did great in all of them except math. I've never been able to get higher than a B. Not even a B+. It didn't really matter to me, not like it did to Octavia. She would freak out if she got lower than an A-. I guess some ponies are like that, others, not so much.

That's basically it for my college life. It wasn't interesting, but it also wasn't calm. I can tell you some about my adult years, but it isn't long. After that, I'm bringing you home. Ok? Good. Now for my adult years.

Author's Note

Hope you like it!

We're Done Here

My adulthood hasn't been that long. I got a job as a DJ almost immeaditly. Octavia plays in symphonies all over Equestria. I can tell you about some fun experiences though.

My most fun experience would have to be at a classical party. They were all supposed to play a piece. Everyone. Including myself. No matter how I tried to explain that I don't play any classical instrument but guitar, they kept on insisting. Tavi saw this as a bad idea. She told me to play one on guitar. I figured that might work. But there was no guitar. When they finally shoved me up onto the stage, we still hadn't figured out what to do. Octavia, from the sidelines, pointed to a cello. I walked over to it. It was short of like a guitar. So I tried it out. It went well, but I saw Octavia on the side. With my guitar. I was going to stop, but she mouthed to keep playing. So I did. That was Octavia played my guitar. The song sounded awesome. Everyone applauded, although I think it was just to be polite. That was fun for me.

I wish I could tell you more, but that is really it. Don't tell Tavi this, but I am not looking forward to the next classical party. I hear this time, you have to come up with your own music. That's going to go well. You've been patient in hearing my story. If you ever have one, you can just come and tell me. I'll always be here.

Author's Note

I know this is short. But there really isn't much to talk about. Hope you enjoyed!

Long Time Ago

My parents were both very rich. My mom sold dresses made out of the finest silk. My dad was a lawyer. Both were not my type of personality. When I was small, before I had even started preschool, my mother taught me to sew. Yes, I still do know how to sew. Don't mention it. In kindergarten, I was a loud child. I always wanted to add some fun. I think my dad disliked this fact. So he started lecturing me on being quiet and serious. It was horrible for me. That and the fact my dad refused to let me input on what I actually wanted to do, which was make music. I heard someone play guitar on the streets. It was like heaven for me. I knew right then that was what I wanted to do. But that wasn't what my parents wanted me to do. Mom wanted me to be a seamstress. Dad wanted me to be serious. So conflict happened. I spent most of my childhood doing what I hated. That was until my mom gave me a guitar. I had begged for one over and over again to the point were my mom could no longer stand it and just bought one, hoping I would get tired of it. I didn't. I practiced every night. I became so good at it, I began coming up with songs. My parents did not encourage me, but I ignored them. They had never heard good music. Not like what I heard. My worst day I had was my sixth grade graudation. My parents decided to throw a party. Not the fun kind of parties, but more of the serious ones. They served tea and sugar free cookies. I was asked adult questions I didn't understand. It was so bad, I left the party and my house. They were using my room as a lounge. I spent the night out in the woods. It was dreadful. I tried to sleep in a tree, only to find a bee's nest. I got stung twice. I tried the ground, but a timber wolf chased me off. I finally found a bush. I probably slept for an hour before the skunk came along. By then the sun was coming up, and I was ready to return home. When I finally did get home, my room had been all tighten up and smelled like baby powder, and my guitar had been broken and thrown in the trash. I lost my temper after that. I screamed so loud, I'm pretty sure the neighbors started to worry because they boarded up their door. I think my dad took care of that problem. My mom went and bought a better one, begging me to stop screaming before the guards showed up, so I stopped. I was still upset that someone would have done that. And they were supposed to be polite!

That was my childhood. Hope it wasn't too boring. If it is, then just tell me and you can go. Otherwise, I'll move on to high school, where I first met Octavia.

Author's Note

Hope you liked it!