Band Mates

Octavia stopped in front of the building. It took her one year practicing the cello to receive her cutie mark, four years after that to get into The University for Gifted Musicians. She took a breath, and pushed open the double doors that led to the interior of the university. She was immediately greeted with a marble-styled lobby with a dark color scheme. She studied the area. The room was fitted with a marble receptionist booth and two hallways on both left and right sides of the lobby. After she was done she nervously approached the booth in which an aged stallion sat there reading a book and chewing gum. There were an assortment of regular items you would suspect there. A phone fit with an answering machine, a few stacks of paper, some knick knacks, and a stapler.

"Er, h-hello, I'm-" The young mare started but was quickly cut off by the stallion.

"Octavia, your late, hallway A, room one-ten." He said without even looking up at her.

"Er, alright, thank you, sir." She said, taking the hallway on the left.

She walked down the narrow hallway slowly, trying not to miss anything important. Each door had a blue plastic plate with its room number scrawled in white in the center of the plate. Finally she reached room one-ten and opened the door cautiously trying not to interrupt anything. It worked because the professor there, an elderly stallion, was still going on about combining quarter notes and half notes together or something like that. Octavia could see why everyone was bored due to the fact that this was basic knowledge, but hey, what can you do!

She bolted silently for the first empty seat, which happen to be the last one on the far right in the second row. She scanned the room to find someone she recognized. A young seafoam green mare staring at her with yellow eyes smiling widely. Octavia smiled back. It looked like this year was going to be grand, but something caught her eye. She turned her head to see a white mare with magenta eyes. She had a set of purple shades with black and grey rims.

~Ten Years Later~

Octavia opened her eyes once more, she felt as if this morning happened, but didn't at the same time. She sat up and walked did her usual morning routine. She opened her bedroom door to be greeted with a loud electronic vibration that surged through the house continuously causing Octavia to stagger. She hugged the wall to keep her stability as what she identified as 'music' began to grow in decibels. She finally identified the source to be Vinyl's room and she made a lunge towards the door to find Vinyl relaxing on her bed, while a giant speaker system boomed only a few feet away from her.

Octavia tried to speak but her voice was drowned out by the strange ensemble. "Vinyl! Turn it down!!!" No response.

Lyra followed behind Octavia and lunged towards the speaker set, managing to hit the power button, which silenced the room. Vinyl sat up startled, removing her shades and throwing them to the side of her bed.

"Hey, what the hell! You killed the wubs!" Vinyl Complained.

"Your wubs, nearly killed us!" Lyra said in protest.

Octavia sighed. "Listen, Vinyl, next time, use headphones!"

Vinyl nodded in agreement as she put on a pair of wireless headphones. Her music played through the room, but at a tolerable level to Lyra and Octavia.

Lyra pointed to Vinyl who resumed her previous activity. "How is she not deaf?!" She asked rhetorically in disbelief.

Octavia shrugged as she made her way towards the bathroom to shower. The whole time showering though she thought about something that wouldn't leave her mind. Why did Vinyl looks so similar to one of her childhood friends? Was she her friend? Did Vinyl know more than she was letting on, or was Octavia's imagination getting the better of her? Either way, she definitely looks familiar. Octavia face-hoofed. This was going to bug her for the rest of the day...