Vinyl Scratch Presents: A New DJ In Town.

Recap chapter 2

Vinyl goes to SSC to find Flash Rave.

Flash Rave is passed out in one of the booths.

Vinyl wakes her up to confront her about the night before.

They begin to argue over DJ-Ing rights in Ponyville.

Pinkie suggest the two work together.

CHAPTER 3

    Octavia came through the door of her home just as Vinyl and somepony she had never seen before where leaving. Out of curiosity she decides to stop them. "Hey Vinyl, and... You are?" She didn't much like the idea of strange ponies she'd never seen before in her home.

    "This is Flash Rave, the pony I was telling you about." Vinyl explained.

    "Hey what's up?" Flash Rave offered a friendly greeting and extended a hoof out to Octavia who reluctantly shook it.

     Her ears folded back out of confusion but she said nothing.

    "Well me and Rave he are headed to the studio." Vinyl told her as they began to trot away.

    "Um, okay bye." Octavia replied more to herself than anypony else.

    "Was that your roommate?" Rave asked.

    "Yup that's her."

    "I see." She mumbled in reply.

    Vinyl gave a sideways glance of suspicion at the words. What's that supposed to mean?' She thought to herself but decided not to cause another argument.

    Not long later they arrived at Vinyl's studio at the edge of town. Not a large building but not small. A sign that looked like an old record with a huge prop of Vinyl's goggles hanging off of them sat atop the building and around the inside of the record it read in white print. (Vinyl's Studio) The building itself was made of brick and had various spray tags of wub related techno designs covering every inch.

    "How did you afford this?" Rave asked in awe.

    "I'm not the only one that produces music here. All the musicians in Ponyville make their cd's, records, or tapes here." I just supervise the place.

    "I'm impressed." Rave nodded her head in approval.

    "Wait until you see the inside."

    "Not if it looks anything like your room." Rave commented, following Vinyl inside.

     "Very funny." Vinyl rolled her eyes.

     The inside looked nothing like the out. It was much more, sophisticated, an open floor plan with various glassed off rooms with mics, and different instruments in each. In the center of the room sat the control booth where a black furred and maned stallion earth pony sat, his rear hooves kicked up on the booth and his headphones on. A mic hung just over his head but he paid no attention to it. He was difficult to spot at first due to the dim lighting.

    "Who's that?"

    "One of the managers slash spokes pony for our midnight music broadcast." Vinyl replied. "Hey Taze!" Vinyl called down to the booth but the Stallion failed to answer. Vinyl trotted over and kicked the chair he was sitting in, tipping it over and causing him to fall with it with a surprised squak.

    Taze got back to his hooves rubbing his head. "Music to loud, sorry." He explained, giving Vinyl his neon green apologetic eyes

    "No worries Taze, I wanted you to introduce you to a new DJ, this is Flash Rave." She replied motioning for Rave to come down to the booth.

    "She planning on producing here?" Taze asked.

    "With any luck." Rave replied for Vinyl offering her hoof.

    Instead of shaking her hoof he bumped it. "Cut the formalities here." Taze replied with a smile.

    "Awsome."

    "Alright Rave, this way, Taze should have some work to do." She directed that last part more toward Taze who rolled his eyes and kicked back up in his chair and put his headphones back on.

    "What, is he lazy?" Rave asked as she followed Vinyl into another room but not one of the recording rooms.

    "No I just like giving him shit." Vinyl smirked. "Here's my own personal mixing room." She took a step back to give Rave a better look. "I produce my own beats in here, not just Mix em."

    A few computers sat around a leather wheeled recliner as well as a couple of high speed audio boards and a portable MIC. All of it was connected together to a huge hard, drive. "All this to produce electronic beats?"

    "That's not all this equipment can do but yeah pretty much." Vinyl replied. "If were going to work together I need to see what you can do."

    "So... You want me to create my own beat?" Rave questioned.

    "Yes and if I'm impressed were in business, you have a job." Vinyl smirked.

    "Woah woah woah, I'll have a job? Who says I want to work for you? I thought we were working together." Rave exclaimed.

    Vinyl gave an impatient sigh. "Listen, its MY town, MY studio, and MY equipment. I'm not just gonna share it all with somepony I just met. DJ or not."

    "Alright alright get off your high horse, geez." As much as she hated it, Vinyl was right, she'd have said the same thing. "So when do I start?"

    "Now." Vinyl replied and began turning on the various machines. "Sit down and I'll show you what's this thing can do. I'll let you hear my most recent work."

    Rave sat as she was told while Vinyl waited for her computer to start. The desktop was littered with various files in which Vinyl clicked on the uppermost right one and a media player came up. She turned up a set of speakers. "Ready?" Vinyl asked with pride.

    "Sure why not?" She replied unenthusiastically which made Vinyl shake her head before hitting play.

    Oddly enough the beat started off strong and loud but in the middle sounded as if stringed instruments that were converted electronically came into play, not typical with this genre of music. They didn't drown out the rest of the beat but it was noticeable. Eventually the beat faded out and Vinyl looked over to Rave expectantly but was displeased to see the mare shaking her head and snickering. "What?"

    "I think you let your out of style roommate alter your music. Why would you have that shit mixed in with dub-step?" She asked laughing.

    Vinyl was not laughing, infact she gave a snort of anger. "Do not talk like that about my music or my roommate." She barked. "And its wubs not dub-step."

    "I don't care what you call it, its garbage, as well as your lame ass friend. Who even listens to classical?" She replied, jumping out of the chair to stand eye to eye with Vinyl.

    "First of all, it doesn't matter what kind of music your listening to, even if you don't like it does not mean its garbage. Ponies put alot of hard work into their music, whether its wubs, or classical. Its how they express themselves! If anypony is lame, its you!" Vinyl exclaimed stomping her hoof for emphasis.

    Rave lost it at that point, reared up on her hind hooves and struck Vinyl across the muzzle with her right forhoove.

    Vinyl took a couple steps back but being a DJ, she'd been in plenty of brawls with drunk ponies so she shook off the blow and charged rave with her head catching her in the jaw, her horn just scratching the side of Rave's face. Rave fell backwards but rolled back to her hooves before Vinyl could get at her again. The two mares reared up, fighting it out, kicking, punching,  and biting with fury. At-last Vinyl took one to-many to the jaw and was knocked on her ass by a well aimed uppercut from Rave's left hoof.

    Vinyl recovered and wiped the blood from her muzzle. "Just Get The Fuck Out Of Here!" Vinyl demanded.

    Without a second thought Rave turned and trotted out steaming with anger. She wanted to stay and finish the fight but any further conflict may attract the guards.

    As soon as Rave disappeared out of the room, Taze appeared in the doorway looking bewildered. "What just happened?"

    "Nothing just move." Vinyl said pushing past him and out the front door of the studio just in time to see Raven disappear around the corner, thankfully in the opposite direction of her home. On her way home she growled at a couple of ponies who were staring at her bruises and cuts on her body, and face. Not to mention her mane and tail which were frazzled more than usual.

    She entered her home into the kitchen were Octavia was sitting with a drink in her hoof. When Octavia saw her she dropped her glass which shattered on the floor and rushed over to her friend. "Vinyl, What Happened?" She asked distressed.

    "That damned mare." Vinyl replied, trotting past Octavia to sit.

    "What do you mean?" Octavia asked taking her own seat taking care not to step on the glass.

    "We got into it at the studio. She has a big fucking mouth." Vinyl snapped then took a deep breath. She had to calm down a bit.

    "What did she say?"

    "Well." Vinyl sighed and turned her head away. "She was talking about you. She pissed me off and I started yelling, she hit me and we started fighting."

     "Vinyl?" Octavia felt bad but blushed at the thought of Vinyl fighting In her defense. "Vinyl you didn't have to do that."

    "Yes I did Octy, You've always been there for me and you put up with everything I do. I know I'm not the easiest pony to live with." Vinyl finished.

    Octavia said nothing for a moment. Then got up too get the aid kit for Vinyl's injuries. She came back and began to treat her friend. Vinyl winced and flinched whenever Octavia would hit a sensitive area but never said a word and followed her friends directions when she's tell her to lift her chin or hoof to apply alcohol or dressings. Vinyl had no serious injuries due to it only being a hoof fight. 'Thank Celestia they didn't use their magic.' She thought to herself. "There, now go get some rest." Octavia advised her friend. "I'll clean up down here." Refering to the empty bandage wrappings, spilt drink, and broken glass.

    Vinyl got up from her seat and took a second to look at her friend, then wrapped her forhooves around her and nuzzling her cheek. "See this is what I mean Octy, always there for me." She released her friend then trotted slowly up the stairs to her room.

    Octavia stood in place for a moment, blushing. She wanted now more than ever to tell Vinyl how she felt. Now was not the right time however