Diary of a DJ

Hey, you. After I thought yesterday it was such a good idea to write about Nick to you I couldn’t sleep well that night. All the memoirs came back up and I almost had to cry myself into sleep, but suddenly Octy showed up. It’s weird, she seems to have a sense for my emotions, every time I’m depressed or sad or whatever, she’s suddenly there to comfort me, hold me. Of course she asked what’s wrong, but… even though she’s my best friend, like a sister sometimes, I couldn’t tell her about Nick. Maybe it’s because she’s so special to me. I don’t want her to get in danger because of something I tell her. Not that she’d run around and tell everypony about my secrets, but still it’s dangerous. Someday I’ll tell her everything. But it’s too early by now.

So, ehm, how was my day? I managed to get a performance early in the evening so I had some time to spend with Ruben, and it was totally worth it. First we hung out in the club a bit, but after a while we went outside and just walked around, strolling in the glaze of Luna’s beautiful moon. Though it was nothing special, it felt like pure magic to me. We somehow landed in the park and sat down on a bench, looking at the full moon without saying a word. This moment I just felt happiness, seems my life finally goes the right way. Since that thing with Nick, I didn’t want to get anypony emotional near me, except Octy so far. And it feels good to have Ruben by my side, even though we’re just friends. Yet.

But still I keep having the feeling that something’s strange about him. Sometimes he seems to be a bit confused and his movements start to be a bit… robotic. It’s just for a moment, almost too short to be sure it really happened, but still I’m a bit worried. I won’t talk to him about that, maybe it’s just some kind of illness he has, like a form of epilepsy or whatever, and I don’t want him to think I laugh about it behind his back or something like that. But what if it’s some serious disease and he doesn’t notice it, but he has to go to the hospital?

What should I do? Jeez, pony psych is some serious business I’ll never understand. All the Do’s and Don’t’s, social conformity, not knowing what to do if your friend starts to act like a machine, stuff like that. Well, I guess I’ll keep an eye on this and decide what to do in the future, maybe he’s just stressed from me, I know I can be a bit challenging sometimes, and even more annoying when I start to like somepony. We’ll see.

That leads to the next happening of today. Being annoying, I mean. Today, Octy had a few friends of her music group here for practicing, and I know they need silence to do that, so I usually just put on my headphones when I’m at home that time. But headphones just can’t bring you those wubs that go right through your bones, and that’s what I love most about my music. So I exceptionally didn’t use them this one single time, and maybe I turned the volume a little too loud. Wouldn’t had been a problem if Octy just comes up and asks me to lower it a bit, but I wanted to start writing here, so I locked my door. Privacy, you know? I don’t want her to know where this book is hidden or what’s written inside, it’s a bit… embarrassing. She knows that I do use it, but she doesn’t know anything more. So as I said, I locked my door and actually wanted to start writing, but somehow my turntable looked much more exciting, so I started to mix a bit. Too loud.

Octy came up to ask me if I could lower the volume (She’s way too polite. Always friendly, always trying not to offend anypony. I know her long enough so that she could be a bit rude to me at least, but she’d never do that. One more thing I love about her.) but my door was still locked, so she knocked. Of course, I didn’t hear that, so she kept knocking my door like around 10 minutes till the song I was playing ended. I opened the door and I could see that she was almost totally enraged, but as usual she just kept calm and friendly and asked ‘Vinyl, could you, I mean if it’s not too much to ask for, could you lower your volume just a little bit? We’re down there and want to start practicing for that prom this weekend, and it’s hard to do that when your music, which is beautiful, by the way, is as loud as it’s right now. OK?’

If I was her, I just had kicked in the darn door and ripped off all the cables from the turntable, but she’d never do such a thing. Must be this Canterlot influence.

Well, that’s it about today.
Cya tomorrow.