Octavia set her case down and unhooked the latches. She masterfully ran her bow across the strings, a glorious sound that can only be compared to the music of angels. She played her warm-ups and looked across the room at the white mare. Vinyl was hunched over, digging through a box of various records and CDs. Vinyl Scratch pulled out a record that read
“Neightoven’s Classics as preformed by Octavia and the Canterlot Orchestra” She giggled “What a long name, it’s so… silly.” She giggled again.
“Well at least it tells my listeners what they’re buying. Unlike your new album ‘Reverb’!” Octavia spoke.
“Geez… I was just messin’ you.” Scratch sighed. She began to dig through the records again, and pulled out a blank record. She threw it in the air and it landed on the turn table. She opened her computer and plugged her mix table in. she opened a program and got to work on a beat.
“Tavi, which song should I start remixing?”
Octavia, who was busy working out a tune on her cello, said “I don’t care, I’m trying to work” her words carried a sharp tone that seemed to upset the upbeat pony.
“Oh… okay.” They went on like this for several minutes, making small talk and dismissing one another without care.
“Hey Tavi, check it!” Scratch said, flipping a series of switches. Her table came alive with a fury of red and turquoise lights, that shined brightly and flashed with the beat of the music.
Bundunnuh bundunnuh bundunnuh bundunnuh bundunnuh bundunnuh bundunnuh bundunnuh
The bass vibrated through Octavia’s bones. Then the cello kicked in. It preformed a descending scale that moved with a note every two pulses. The techno beat kicked in as the scale sped up and transformed into a single Octavia recorded, except it had a remix effect that made the last beat jump. The muscles in Octavia’s neck moved unwillingly and her head went with the beat. The song lasted several minutes, but when it ended Vinyl had a huge grin plastered on her face.
“You like?” Scratch asked.
“Y…. yeah.. it’s… cool.” She said.
“Oh… cool?” she asked.
“Yeah, cool.”
“Just cool?”
“YES! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY? PHAT? RADICAL? “
“Geez, Tavi!”
“WHAT?”
“You’re… scaring me.”
“Yeah? Well, you’re IRRITATING ME!”
Vinyl shut her eyes and adjusted her glasses.
“sorry tavi.” She whispered. She sat at her computer and began to click around.
An hour passed while the two worked. Guilt gnawed at Octavia’s heart as she recalled exploding at the mare.
“Tavi?” scratch broke the silence.
“Hmm?”
“Do you… hate me?”
Morning for the Musicians
Equestria’s sky was painted a beautiful shade of orange, one only someone as busy as Octavia would be up early enough to see. She slid the door to the patio open and stepped outside. Octavia inhaled the sweet pine air that drifted from the luscious green forests behind her house, being careful to appreciate every moment of peace she had left today. Soon her phone will ring and she’ll be out and about, playing for various clients, organizing record sales, and meeting with perhaps the most irritatingly sweet pony in all of Equestria. She sipped her coffee carefully while her mind drifted to said pony. Vinyl Scratch had good intentions, tried to be nice and quiet, but she was quite annoying. Octavia had just shut her door when the phone began to ring. She let out a brief sigh, drank the last of her coffee, and was out the door with her cello in tail.
Vinyl’s alarm had been ringing for about thirty minutes when the buzzing made its way past the blast of her headphones. Scratch removed her headphones and slid on her signature purple shades. Her red eyes, seeping to the iris with explosive youth, peered over the top of her glasses toward the alarm clock. She summoned her glowing magic and turned the alarm off. Scratch rubbed her eyes and finally looked at the time. Eleven thirty two a.m.
“Horseshoes!” She exclaimed. She was meeting with Octavia to discuss a cross-genre album they would do together. Vinyl wasn’t eager to be working with the pretentious orchestrator, but she did enjoy spending time with her, even if it was just to mess around. She sighed and ran a hoof through her blue mane. She reluctantly climbed out of bed and grabbed a double mocha energy coffee. She gulped it down heartily and grabbed her laptop. She threw a few CD’s in her pack and staggered out the door, the energy drink still working its way through her system.
“TAAAAAAAVIII!” Vinyl yelled. She was tearing down the hallway towards the brown mare, who was now bracing herself for the impact of Scratch’s embrace. The two met with a forceful collision, knocking Vinyl’s glasses out of place.
“Vinyl Scratch how… pleasant it is too see you.” The mare spoke, recollecting herself.
“I know, right?” Vinyl continued “I have so been looking forward to seeing you.”
The two looked away from each other, their true feelings showing on both their faces- spite. The two of them were night and day, but now they’re being forced into a studio with each other for eight hours.
____ Things are gonna get awkward_____