When The Music Died

Octavia lead DJ towards a raggedy old schoolhouse that was now empty. The walls weren’t that beautiful red anymore. It was more like a pale red than bright red. All the windows were smashed, the doors hinges were all rusted.

“Why would you bring me here?” DJ asked.

“Don’t you remember this place?” Octavia asked.

DJ looked around and thought for a little while. Then, it finally became familiar. The rugged schoolhouse once was a beautiful red building, filled with young fillies and colts. Then, in the distance she saw a small white filly next to a silver filly wearing a pink bow around her neck.

“Come on Octy, you can do it!” young DJ said.

“I’m not sure Vinyl. No pony ever likes my kind of music.” Young Octavia said.

“Don’t worry about that, if they laugh at you, I know that your music is amazing. And I will be there to support you every step.”

“Will you really do that?”

“Duh! I always will be there for you!”

“Thanks Vinyl.”

The silver filly stood up with her filly sized cello and started to play. At the end, the ponies that were watching clapped. Then there was a flash.

“Your cutie mark.” DJ said.

“What?” Octavia asked.

“I’m remembering the day that you earned your cutie mark at the school. Well, when we both earned our cutie marks. When you played the cello in front of the entire schoolyard, and I played my music after you and got mine. And I told you that I would always be by your side, which I would always be there for you. Even if they all laughed at you.”

“I remember that too. What do you think about your own career?”

“Nothing really. Now if you can excuse me, I need to practice with what time I have left before my performance.”

DJ left the schoolyard and headed towards the practice room. Octavia started to cry.

I thought that it would work. Man, I need to go deeper. I need to find something that she would truly remember.