Music and Lyrics

Vinyl awoke first. She sat up, covered in sweat from her recurring nightmare. It was her wedding day playing over and over again in her mind, the ceremony, the beautiful bouquet, and her father’s death. Her father wasn’t the most caring pony in Equestria, he would stay out late drinking, come home hammered, and on rare occasions, beat her. It was hard to hide the bruises and the blood took awhile to come out of her coat, but she was able to stay with her father until she was old enough to get a job and her own apartment. It was there, in fact, where she had met Lyric. He was working for his grandfather who ran the apartment complex and he had paid for her apartment out of his own paycheck. From then on, they began attending the same college and, inevitably, dating. Then they got married, and here she was, beside her husband after not seeing him for seven years. Lyric woke up with a very audible yawn. Though not thoroughly awake, he could feel Vinyl next to him. He felt pure joy as he reached his hand over and touched hers, but at the same time, he felt sad. He felt like he was forcing her to stay with him and a thousand questions filled his mind. Lyric debated whether to make a sound or not. He wanted to, but he didn’t know exactly how to handle the situation. He grew up on the streets of Ponyville, without a mother or a father. He didn’t know what to do.

“Good morning.” he finally said.

“Good morning.” Vinyl replied, her voice had hate behind it.

“Are you okay, Vinyl?” Lyric asked.

“Fine.” Vinyl said, bluntly.

“You don’t sound fine. What’s wrong?” he pried.

“Nothing.” her voice still gruff.

Lyric wanted to make everything alright with her, but couldn’t find the words. Instead, he got up and went downstairs. He made breakfast for the both of them. Making his way back up to the bedroom, he gave her the meal.

“I may not know what’s wrong, nor how to fix it, but you’re hungry.” Lyric shrugged and smiled.

Vinyl looked down at her plate. Lyric had made her favorite meal. Oat pancakes, Hay bacon, and a glass of sweet-grass juice.

“If you need me, I’ll be in the attic.” Lyric walked out.

The attic. Their first time in the new house. Most ponies would have their first time on the kitchen table or the bedroom, but Lyric and Vinyl had made theirs’ in the attic. The stain was probably still there to prove it. She felt dirty thinking about the crazy hours they had spent doing it.

Lyric opened the attic door, reveling in the memories it brought. Inside, guitars, synths, amps, and a drumset crowded around two swivel chairs and a desk. Lyric opened the desk, took out a piece of paper and began to write, but he wasn’t writing his feelings in words, it was in the music. The dynamics, the arpeggios, the atmosphere of the song was melancholic, bringing out past events from Lyric’s mind that he didn’t want to remember. Things he wanted to forget, but couldn’t, all trapped inside and being released through the music.

Lyric didn’t hear the door open nor did he see Vinyl come in, he just kept playing his guitar Then he heard it, that small sound of a scratch. He looked over a saw Vinyl, her trademark glasses on, staring back at him with a smile on her face. Lyric returned to his instrument and they began to play together.

He felt her and she felt him.

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I'm sorry this chapter is so short. College finals are next week, so I'm cramming all the studying. The minute finals are over I'll make an extra long chapter for you guys! Stay tuned!