When The Music Died

It's the late night hours in the magical city of Canterlot, Luna has raised the moon to share her wounderous night. DJ Pon-3 was in her practice room, preparing for her performance tomorrow night. The walls around her were shaking violently, and the ground almost like an earthquake. The song ended, at that time, a grey mare slowly trotted into the room carrying a cello.

"OCTY!" DJ yelled.

" Hey Vinyl, I got to listen to you play for a while. Are you alright?" Octavia asked.

DJ trotted closer to Octavia and whispered into her silver grey ear, " I'll tell you later."

Octavia nodded; she started to worry. What was happening to her filly-hood friend? DJ left the room on her way home. Octavia, left alone with her own questions, she simply couldn't drop the thought, it seemed to stick and never wanted to leave. But she went on practicing for hers tonight. She did wonderfully, although the thing DJ was wanting to tell her later still bugged her. When her performance was over, she went home, not stopping to talk with her agent.

The door busted open as Octavia trampled in.

" Octy what's wrong?" DJ asked.

" Well, I wanted to come home in a hurry to hear what was wrong with you. I mean, I am concerned for you, afterall you are my best friend. What seems to be bothering you?" Octavia asked.

" Really, that's why you busted the door against the wall? I thought I only did that?"

" DJ! Ugh, please tell me, I want to know."

" Come with me."

DJ lead Octavia into her hall of album music. DJ sat down behind her wub maker, and Octavia sat down on the nearest chair in that room.

" Octy, the thing that is bothering me is that... All of the sudden, I am. Well, it's hard to explain." DJ said.

" Come on Vinyl quit stalling! Please tell me." Octavia ordered.

" Okay Okay, geeze, and I thought that I was bossy."

" VINYL!"

" Alright, Alright. The thing that is bugging me is that I am losing my love for this career. Well, the thing is, I am getting a little older now, and I see that. But the thing is, I'm tired of making music, I have accomplished so much, and I just am losing my touch. I have made over 100 albums and over 600 appearances here, and, it just doesn't feel right anymore. Even my bass cannon doesn't make a shrill anymore. I feel like I am dying inside, losing my love for wubs. Don't you understand Octy?"

Octavia didn't answer, her heart started to hurt. Her best friend, the one that LOVED making wubs, was simply losing it.

" I figured you would understand Octy. You should think about retiring too. I'm going for my finale tomorrow night. Please come! It will be my last time on stage." DJ asked.

Octavia still didn't answer, the pain made her lose her ability to answer.

" I'm so glad you could make it Octy! Your my best friend. Well, not like you already knew that. Goodnight." DJ said.

She trotted out of the room and turned off the light. Octavia was still inside.

She's lost her love of music. How is that possible? Or is it even possible? What's wrong with her? How can I help her?