A DJ and Her Musician

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Chapter 2: Balancing It Out

Vinyl walked into the room slowly, eyeing Octavia up and down, seeing what she would be up against. The DJ set down her stuff in the empty corner of the dorm room, still keeping her eyes on the grey mare. They stood there for what felt like hours, until Octavia finally spoke up.

“How long are we going to just stand here and do nothing? I would like to get some sleep fairly soon.” Octavia started walking towards her bed, when Vinyl stopped her.

“As long as you’re in the room, I’m going to stay mad. One, I really don’t see why you got so mad at me. Two, the way you talk in such a ‘good girl’ way, gets on my nerves. And three, why are you staring at me?”

Octavia didn't even realize that she was doing so, and quickly looked away in embarrassment. They took another trip down Awkward Silence Lane, so Vinyl started taking out some of her things. Pillows, sheets, notebooks, Laptop, mixing table…

“Excuse me,” Octavia spoke up, “What kind of cartel is that?”

Vinyl almost laughed at the question and responded very smoothly, “It’s nothing special. It’s just some amplifiers, a mixing table, bass booster, simple necessities for making music.”

Octavia was bewildered by all the stuff Vinyl was taking out, “Well I would think that that would be enough to make a simple song.”

Vinyl didn’t feel like arguing tonight, so she just unpacked the rest her things, and went straight into bed. Walking over 2 miles while using magic at the same time was difficult, even for some of the more advanced unicorns. The conversation seemed to have drifted away, and Vinyl was half asleep before Octavia blurted something out, “Why did it take you this long to get all your things into the dorms?”

Well at least it was a fairly simple question, although it had slightly awoken her from half-sleep, “I used to live in one of the apartments not to far from here, I decided it would be better for me to live on campus, since it was cheaper and it would let me sleep for a longer time, which you sort of interrupted.”

Octavia sighed, there was just no way to please this pony.

Vinyl woke up for a start, almost not realizing where she was for a moment, only to remember what happened the night before. She heard a sudden noise in the bathroom to remind her of who that certain pony was. Octavia always got up early in the morning for her usual routine. Wake up, take shower, comb mane (thoroughly), brush teeth, get books ready for class. Vinyls routine: Wake up, hate mornings, wait till the last minute to get semi-presentable, pack notebook, and that was it. Neither of the ponies bothered each other during their completely different mornings.

Vinyl was about to head out for breakfast when Octavia stopped her, "Listen, I wanted to say I'm sorry about yesterday, I was being rude by insulting you and, I guess what I'm trying to say is, could we maybe... start over."

Vinyl was caught off guard from this, but she did agree with her that they got off on the wrong hoof, "Fine, I guess I was being a bit of a bitch as well.” She turned around to meet face to face with the cellist, “So, my name is Vinyl Scratch, I make music and enjoy a bit of writing." She held out her hoof.

Octavia held out her hoof to shake hers with the DJ, "My name is Octavia,  I play the cello and all sorts of other instruments." They both lowered their hoofs in unison. Vinyl started to leave the room again when she thought of something, "Oh and, just by the way, lets just say we're acquaintances for now, I still don't like you all that much, but I can get used it."

She finally backed out of the room, closing the door behind, only to run into another mare who was walking down the hall "Oh, sorry about that." The mare she had ran into had a minty coat and mane, with a lyre cutie mark.

"No, it's not your fault, I should have watched where I was going. Oh hey, aren't you from my Psychology class?"

Now that she said it, she did look familiar, but Vinyl couldn't recall the name.

"Ya, sorry I don't remember your name, but you definitely look familiar."

"Oh, well my name is Lyra Heartstrings."

"Name's Vinyl Scratch, and I’m guessing your heading down for breakfast too? If you don't mind you could join me."

“Ya, and yes, I would like to join you, it would be nice to have someone else to talk to.”

After Vinyl had walked out of the room, Octavia had about an hour until her next class started, so as usual for tavi, she went to practice her cello. Ever since Vinyl showed up last night, she had been a bit stressed at how living with her going to work out. Luckily Vinyl was somewhat forgiving, and hopefully got rid of that problem.

About halfway through her practice, she saw a phone start to vibrate on Vinyls bed. Octavia set down her cello and

walked over to her phone, the name on the phone read 'Neon Lights'. Octavia was a bit curious of who this actually was, but wasn't cruel enough to actually pick up the phone. After it stopped ringing, Octavia picked up the phone and went into Contacts, then clicked on Neon Lights.

Just a quick peek, and I'll leave it alone. After reading what the texts said, she realized that Neon was someone who made music with Vinyl, the texts ended about a week ago, which is strange because that’s when school started. She was going to have to ask about this later on.

Vinyl had gotten to know Lyra a bit after talking for about thirty minutes, who ever would have guessed she actually played the Lyre. Nothing much was actually being said between, just some of the simple questions

"So I heard you got a room with Octavia." Well, this friendship had gone by quickly.

Vinyl sighed before answering, "Yeah, well, just to let you know there won't be many more arguments between the two of us during class, we sort of made things up before I ran into you."

Lyra almost looked disappointed to hear that their was no longer going to be any more of their little discussions. "Yeah, I was lucky to get a room with someone I've known since freshmen year in high school."

"You should consider yourself lucky, no one from my high school would be here anyway."

"Really? No one at all."

"It's a long, complicated story, so I'll put it this way. I never exactly finished high school..."

Lyra was silent for a moment before realizing something, "Wait, if you dropped out of high school, then how are you here?"

"I'm not surprised you asked that, but again it's a long story. Things got arranged from my music producers, said I needed to go back to school. Next thing you know I have my whole two years paid for and here I am."

They stayed silent for a bit longer, both finishing up what they hadn't eaten.

Vinyl stretched and got out of her chair, "Well, it was nice talking to you, I can finally have someone to actually talk to, you know, since I don't exactly have anyone else besides Octavia, who isn't the best for small talk. I probably should be getting ready for my class though, it starts in about fifteen minutes."

Lyra looked at the clock, almost falling out of her chair when she realized what time it was, "Yes, yes, good talking with you, I should be going to, don't want to be late to any of my classes."

They shook hooves, and Lyra started to run out to the door, Vinyl looking at her on the way out.

She's got a nice ass...

When Vinyl came back into the room, Octavia was still practicing the cello, to focused to know that Vinyl had walked in. She was about to break the silence when Octavia stopped playing and turned around towards Vinyl.

“I hope you realize that class starts in ten minutes!”

Vinyl wasn't bothered by this. In fact, she didn't really care if she was a little late. But it was weird that Octavia cared about her getting to class on time…, “You honestly don’t have to worry about me, it’s you you should be worrying about. You obviously have a some sort of perfect attendance record, and I shouldn't be the one stopping you.”

Octavia was taken aback, why did she care so much for this DJ. Sometimes she didn't even realize that what she was doing was for her sake. She was so caught up in telling her that she was going to be late for class that she didn't even realize herself that she was going to be late.

“Oh, ya, we do have the same class now don’t we,” Octavia almost felt like facehoofing to that, and she started to blush. They both rushed to get all their stuff together. Writing was one of two classes they had together. Writing was just one of those classes that you could just sort of sit back and relax in, but also create some great stories.

They headed out of the dorm and walked together towards the classroom, not even saying a single word to each other.

“Hey Vinyl, can I ask you something?” It was almost nine o'clock and they were both getting ready to hit the hay.

“As long as it’s not ‘will you go out with me’ go for it.”

“Well, it’s just been bothering me I guess, but, I was just wondering why you don’t like me all that much.”

Vinyl turned to look at the grey mare, staring blankly,  "Well, I don't know, maybe it's just because we got off to a bad start. I tend to hold a grudge longer than other ponies do. These past two days have probably been some of the weirdest days I've had since I dropped out of high school..."

“Wait, hold on. You dropped out?! How are you even here if you don't have a diploma for high school?"

Vinyl sighed, thinking to herself that she had to tell someone this story again, "Long story short, my music producers said I needed more schooling than I had, they sent me here for two years, completely paid and all. I'm not entirely sure why they sent me back, they just did."

There was a slight pause before Octavia spoke up again, "So that's it then, the reason you don't like me is because you just hold a grudge. Well I guess I'm thankful that it wasn't something else like how I look, or what I wear, or even that I'm just a boring pony."

Vinyl looked at her for a while, thinking to herself for a bit. She is an attractive pony, I'll give her that, but saying that she was annoying or boring would be a complete lie. She's interesting enough to like, she's friendly and kind, so why didn't she like her?  Overall she was a very likable pony...

"Listen Octavia, I guess what I would like to say is that I am actually sorry for what I said before, it was just from being all stressed out about moving out after the day and, let's just say I'm not exactly friendly when I'm stressed. I guess I'm just trying to balance out from what I said yesterday." Vinyl stuck out her hoof, "Friends?"

The grey mare almost looked surprised about what Vinyl said, but then realized that the DJ had her hoof stuck out for her to shake, and Octavia stuck out hers as well, once again, shaking hooves

“Friends.”

“Alrighty then, now that that’s taken care of, it’s time for me to sleep…”

“Oh, Vinyl, there’s one more thing I need to ask, I feel sorry to say this but… who was Neon Lights?”