When we first met

by REDSCOMEDY

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad, Comedy, Slice of Life
Length: 1964

IT'S NOT SHIPPING!

Ever wondered how our two favourite musicians met? Well, you're about to find out…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-23 15:01:52 UTC

The acquaintance

Chapter 1 – The acquaintance

It was a cold and snowy afternoon, after a rather large storm the previous night the streets were almost entirely covered in the white watery goodness. And for some reason nopony seemed to feel the urge to get out of the house. It was as if the entire town was asleep. Everything was peaceful…

-OW

-And stay out!

Said a brownish pony with a beard in a slight gray tone and a microphone cutie mark to a white pony with blue and turquoise mane and a few notes as a cutie mark lying on the ground.

Pony: Is this how you treat your best employee?!

Dude pony: You demolished the entire studio!

Pony: It was in favor of the music…

Dude pony: You set the photos of my family on fire!

Pony: You gotta suffer for your art…

Dude pony: I completely agree. You go suffer and we’ll keep doing our jobs without that junk you call music!

Pony: HEY! Leave my art out of it,  you wouldn’t know real music if it hit you in the face with a sledge hammer!

Dude pony: Says the pony whose “music.” literally gave our listeners nose bleeds.

Pony: Their brains weren’t developed enough to stand the epicness of my wub…

Dude pony: Tell that to their lawyers!

Pony: Pfft, fine whatever… Who needs you anyway! I’ll make my own radio station, you’ll see, and then I’ll crush you!

Dude pony: HA! The only way I can see that happening is in a hangover!  He turns away from the doors - I just don’t know who’s…

He goes into the studio shutting the doors behind him.

Pony: Oh, you WILL see! And I guarantee it won’t be a hangover!!!

…

And could I at least get my mixer back?

She says before a giant mixer flies through the window shattering on the concrete, the snow slightly dampening the sound.

Pony:…… So, I’ll find it in the mailbox then, OK…

And so she went for a walk, wandering aimlessly through the cold streets of Fillydelphia. Disillusioned upon losing her job, uncertain of where to go, or what to do. Just, walking…

Pony: Great…  just great. She was mumbling while walking the cold streets of Filly – No house, no friends to crash at their place, and I got kicked out of my job the day before Hearth’s warming. Could it possibly get any better?!

-OUCH

She fell to the ground. After shaking her head a little she realized that she bumped into another pony. It was a dark-brown pony with black mane and a rather expensive looking haircut carrying a big, oddly shaped, black case. She seemed like a pony of high standards.

Stranger: Oh, I’m so sorry! I suppose I was so excited I didn’t see you.

Pony: (standing up) Ugh… no problem, I was a little distracted too I guess…

Stranger: You look angry, is everything alright?

Pony: Oh, yes, yes I’m fine… my life’s definitely not crumbling around me crushing all my hopes and dreams making me seriously consider suicide…

Stranger: Oh, well… that’s nice! Or extremely disturbing… Oh where are my manners!  My name is Octavia.

Pony: Vinyl, nice to meet you…

Octavia: Likewise.

Vinyl: Say, what’s that thing you’re carrying?

Octavia: What? Oh, that’s my cello.

Vinyl: Cello, huh? You know, that’s a Canterlot instrument, be careful when around these parts in an outfit that has “I’m filthy stinkin’ rich” written all over it.

Octavia: Excuse me?

Vinyl: I’m just saying, we don’t see well raised ponies, who play cello too often here in Filly.

Octavia: Well, that’s… um, good to know. Well, it was nice meeting you, but I’ve got to go now.

Said Octavia as she started walking.

Vinyl: Where are you going?

Octavia: Um… I do not intend to be rude, but I don’t see why that should be of any interest to you.

Vinyl: Neither do I, but who cares!

Octavia: I care. Now if you would please excuse me, I’m running late. She walks a while before Vinyl pops up in front of her.

Octavia: AH! Stop following me please, it’s imperative that I get there in time.

Vinyl: Get where in time?

Octavia: Ugh – Says Octavia rather annoyed now – The Fillydelphia Music Academy.

Vinyl: Music academy? Music can’t be taught! It’s a lifestyle, a way of thinking, music IS life!

Octavia: And what exactly qualifies you to give ME advice regarding life?

Vinyl: What qualifies me? I’m only the best DJ in all of Equestria! There’s nopony in the world better qualified for that than me!

Octavia: For the world’s best DJ I’ve heard surprisingly little about you.

Vinyl: That’s because all those musician wannabes out there feel threatened by me.

Octavia: Yes, of course. She says sarcastically. - Well, I have to go, and I would be rather happy if “The world’s best DJ” wouldn’t accompany me.

Vinyl: Pfft, fine whatever. It’s your loss not mine…

She turned around and started walking. A few meters later though she stopped and thought:

Vinyl’s brain: Hold on. Do you realize who you just met?

Vinyl: A snobby earth pony with a bad haircut and a stupid instrument nopony plays?

Vinyl’s brain:… no, idiot, it was a pony who endured your presence for longer than 20 seconds after you first met.

Vinyl: So?

Viny;’s Brain: That never happens… EVER!

Vinyl: Hold on, where are you going with this?

Vinyl’s brain: Don’t let her leave! She might be the only pony in this city that can be with you in one place without hurling all the time!

Vinyl: So?

Vinyl’s brain: Also she might have a place you could crash at.

Vinyl: YES! I gotta befriend her! Wait, since when do I use words like befriend? Brain?!?

Vinyl’s brain: Sorry, you were already listening to me, I couldn’t resist…

Vinyl: Good for you! Now quit it. OK, what should I do now?

Vinyl’s brain: First of all, don’t lose sight of her! Also, stalk her.

Vinyl: Stalk her?!

Vinyl’s brain: Yes. Stalking is the best way of determining if somepony is qualified to be your friend. If he’s freaked out, it’s ok. If he’s down wright terrified and calls the police… you shouldn’t have done that.

Vinyl: How do I know what’s gonna happen?

Vinyl’s brain: Schrodinger’s cat.

Vinyl: What?

Vinyl’s brain: Ugh, never mind, just GO!

And so she went. She followed Octavia through some of the more sophisticated parts Fillydelphia’s. Hiding behind cars, mailboxes, homeless ponies… And Octavia didn’t seem to notice.

Vinyl: This seems wrong… But fun!

She hid behind a nearby tree and watched Octavia enter a large red building.

Vinyl: Now we just have to wait, like a panther waiting on its pray…

Vinyl’s brain: Focus.

Vinyl: Yeah, right.

And she waited behind the tree. She waited, and waited… It seemed like hours to her, though it was probably only ten minutes.

Vinyl: This is so boooring! I’m starting to wonder if it’s even worth it. Oh here she comes!

Octavia came through the giant wooden door of the academy looking rather depressed.

Vinyl: HAI! – said Vinyl literally popping up in front of Octavia’s face.

Octavia: Leave me alone… Said Octavia quietly.

Vinyl: Hey, why the long face? Hehe… get it? Long face, and you’re a pony.

Octavia: Nothing of consequence to you…

Vinyl: Hey, what’s the matter? That snob school of yours didn’t take you?

Octavia: *sigh* No. No it didn’t. And I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone now.

Vinyl:…………No. I won’t.

Octavia: Ugh. Please.

Vinyl: Listen, Fillydelphia is a hole, you can’t come here and expect to become great. Actually, you can’t come here and expect to become anything, but that’s not the point. To get high, you need to get out of the low first. And nopony has more experience with being in the low than me, trust me.

Octavia: Where are you going with this?

Vinyl: I can help you survive here.

Octavia: Why would you help me?

Vinyl: I like you. And you look like somepony who can afford an apartment.

Octavia: Oh I see where this is going. Then again I’m kind of bankrupt so I suppose I have nothing more to lose…

Vinyl: Bankrupt?! Oh well, we’ve all been there at some point in our lives… Alright let’s go.

Octavia: Where are we going?

Vinyl: INTO THE WORLD! And Jeff’s bar…….. So, what did they say? Why didn’t they take you?

Octavia: They said it wasn’t what they were looking for.

Vinyl: PAH! Not what they were looking for my flank! I bet they didn’t take you because they didn’t want their precious little Canterlot babies to be crushed by somepony from… hang on, where are you from?

Octavia: Ponyville.

Vinyl: PONYVILLE?! No wonder they didn’t take you! I bet you kicked plot and they didn’t wanna take you because they knew how embarrassing it would be if somepony from friggin Ponyville would crush all their favorite up-tight little morons!

Octavia: You think so? – Octavia seemed to lighten up slowly…

Vinyl: Oh I KNOW so. You don’t need them. No huge musician ever needed ponies like that! Ludwig con Coltoven, Wolfgang Amadeus Coltzart, Skrillex! I have plans. BIG plans! Plans that will make you famous in less than a month! You might become known to a certain group of law “protecting” ponies under a few other names but you’ll still be famous! In a way…

Octavia: I don’t even know if I want to be famous. I just want to make ponies happy with my music…

Vinyl: You’re gonna do that either way, trust me… I got your back…

Octavia: Thank you.

Vinyl: No prob. *sniff, sniff* You smell that?

Octavia: What?

Vinyl: It’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship! So, Octavia, was it? Can I call you Octy?

Octavia: What? No!

Vinyl: Tavi then?

Octavia: No.

Vinyl: Tia?

Octavia: The princess would kill us both if you would call me that.

Vinyl: Dr. Octopus?

Octavia: Stop it.

And so they kept walking together, talking, joking, and planning world domina- planning the future. Forming one of the strongest friendships anypony ever knew...

                                                                            End – Chapter 1

                                                                                                               Written (badly) by – Zlatko (RED) Džidić

A word from the author:

This has been brought to you by: Nopony…

From the studios that brought you: Nothing…

Comes a story about: Nothing really…

Anyway, This is my first attempt at writing ANYTHING. So I hope the MILLIONS of mistakes I was able to fit into these four pages of bullcrap will be understandable. Also I learned this language in 3 years and I read…… 1 book on English so far… I am a disgrace to humanity, but that’s not the point, I hope you enjoy my sick and twisted sense of humor and I will TRY to continue this if I find the inspiration and motivation (meaning if you peoples like it and tell me, me will makes moar)

Also this might turn out to be an unofficial prequel to the Vinyl Scratch Tapes: a story by somepony which can be found here:

http://www.equestriadaily.com/2011/06/story-vinyl-scratch-tapes.html

Also the audio version can be found here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-jGp0OxMOY

That’s all folks! And if you wish to thank me personally for wasting your time you can contact me either on REDSCOMEDY@Gmail.com or on the Youtube channel ZlatkoTheGod (I have the last roundup with the original Derpy!) Contacting me over Youtube is preferred since I spend most of my forever alone free time there so the chance that I will see how pissed you are at me for wasting your time are significantly higher.

Anyway, without further ado (at least I think It’s spelled this way) THE END (FINALLY)

Have fun with your lives!

Sincerely

RED