Perfect Harmony

        A week had passed. Octavia had already called Nylon Strings to tell him they can begin practicing. "Alright, so where do we meet?" asked Octavia. "I have a practice room at my place. But I don't live in Ponyville," replied Nylon.

        "Alright, but where do you live?"

        "I live in a small town close by. It's called Stallton."

        "If its close by, then yeah."

        "Alright. I'll come pick you up. Where in Ponyville?"

        "I'll be waiting in front of the Mayor's building."

        "Alright. I'll be there in about thirty minutes."

        "Okay."

        Octavia hung up the phone. She went to her room to prepare yourself. She put on her collar and a small tie. She walked downstairs and was about to open the door. "Where're you goin' Octy?" asked Vinyl Scratch. She turned around. "Hmm?" she responded. "I'm going to practice with Nylon Strings."

        "Nylon Strings?"

        "He's the pony I talked about last night."

        "Him? Why don't you practice here?"

        "Well, we are partners. So we do have to practice together. Besides, we could get ourselves into a concert pretty soon if we're fast enough."

        "Why partner with someone when you have me?"

        "Well... You aren't ever there. You're always hanging out with Neon Lights or out of the house when I need you."

        "Yeah, but things'll be different now..."

        "It's okay Vinyl. Well, I have to go. I'll see you later."

        Octavia closed the door. Vinyl was a bit irritated. She couldn't just let her best friend walk out like that. She had to do something. But she needed time to think. She sighed and went back to the living room.

        Octavia sat waiting near the Mayor's office building. That was when a small carriage rolled in. Nylon came out. "Wait here Maxwell," said Nylon. He looked around and didn't seem to see her. Octavia got up and walked over to the carriage. "Nylon," she called out. He turned to see her. "Oh, there you are," said Nylon. "Octavia, was it?"

        "Mhm. So where's Stallton?"

        "Just up the road, it'll take a bit."

        They both got in the carriage. It moved forward and headed into the distance. "Okay. I have to ask this," said Nylon. "Hmm?" responded Octavia.

        "Why, in the name of Celestia, did you tell me to 'work with you'? I mean, I don't even know you. We only met during the interval."

        "I just dislike my agent. Besides, isn't it fun to work with others?"

        "True. But like I said, I don't really even know you."

        "Well, we'll get to know each other right?"

        "I guess."

        They had remained quiet until they arrived at Nylon's house. It was two stories and was very large. They entered in it. Octavia looked around to discover a very large living room. There were two doors. One lead to what looked like a kitchen and another one that lead to a large room filled with a few intruments. "This is my practice room," said Nylon pointing at the room. "Get settled in there. I need to grab a few things upstairs."  Octavia nodded and walked over to the room. Nylon walked up the stairs. He came back down holding his violin. Octavia had already been sitting in the room. That was when she realized she didn't have her cello. "Nylon, I need to go back home. I forgot my Cello." "No need," said Nylon Strings. He walked over to a closet, and with his horn, he pulled out a cello. It was a bit worn, but Octavia could deal with it. Both of them sat down on chairs that Nylon lifted with his horn.

        "So, what should we do?" asked Octavia. "Well, I have some sheet music we could use," said Nylon.

        "May we look over them?"

        "Sure."

        Nylon dashed out of the room and ran up the stairs. He ran back down carrying some sheets of music. The two of them looked over them. Eventually both of them had came to an agreement. They played for a few hours. That was when the took a break. "I honestly didn't think working with someone would actually be fun," said Nylon. "Oh? Why is that?" asked Octavia.

        "I had always been working alone. I admit that it was quite stressful at times. Organizing when or what concert I should have. Things like that make me wish I had someone to talk to. Or at least come to my concerts."

        "Mhm."

        "How about you Octavia. Do you have anyone to talk to? Or come to your concerts?"

        Octavia looked down. "Yes... Well no."

        "What do you mean?"

        "We'll, I live with a friend, but she doesn't really have time to go to my concerts. I sometimes go to hers but she doesn't have time to go to mine."

        "What does she play?"

        "She's a DJ."

        "I see."

        "Sometimes I see her working with her friend Neon Lights. That sometimes made me wish for a partner."

        "Yeah."

        "Well, I guess I do have one."

        "Yeah. But I still don't really know you."

        "We'll get to know each other over time. I just really didn't like my agent. Besides, you were lonely too right?"

        "Yeah, but I mean isn't it kind of weird just quitting and working with someone you barely met with on that same day?"

        "I guess."

        "Anyways, when shall we put our concert day on Octavia?"

        "Are there any open performances in two weeks?"

        "I'll have to check."

        "Sure. Well, I'll be heading home now. I still need to see Vinyl."

        "Vinyl?"

        "Yes. My housemate."

        "Oh okay. I'll drop you off."

        Both of them got in the carriage. Maxwell had been napping since they went in. They woke him up and brought Octavia home. Once they had arrived at Octavia and Vinyl's house, he helped her out. "Are we going to meet tomorrow?" asked Octavia. "Sure," said Lance. "I could use the practice."

        "Alright. If you could pick me up again..."

        "Okay. I'll meet you here at around four o'clock."

        Octavia nodded and continued to the house. As she unlocked the door, she saw Vinyl leaning against a wall. "So, how was you're day?" asked Vinyl. "It was fine. Nylon is a great person to work with," replied Octavia.

        "Really?"

        "Yes."

        "Is he really great?"

        "Of course! He knows his instrument, he helps. He does all sorts of things."

        "Oh really?"

        "Vinyl is there something wrong?"

        "Pfft. No," snapped Vinyl.

        "Vinyl, I know you. What's wrong?"

        "I just don't feel comfortable with you hanging around with him."

        "Why?"

        "I dunno. I thought I was your partner."

        "Well, you don't even play the type of instruments I do. Besides, you have Neon Lights to work with."

        "I know..."

        "You need to lighten up Vinyl," said Octavia as she walked up the stairs. Vinyl sighed and shook her head.

        Octavia walked into her dark room. She turned on the lights and prepared herself for bed. As she lay in bed, she began to contemplate on what happened today. Had she made the right choice of joining a nearly complete stranger she just met at a concert? She had also thought of Vinyl's behavior. But she couldn't put her hoof on it. She closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.