You cant spell Octavia without Vinyl

by Earbleed bass

First published January 1st, 1970 00:00

Vinyl's life couldn't get any better then it was. She was a famous, rich DJ, tartarus she was probably the best DJ there was. But all good things come to a end and that night, that very unfortunate nigh was the night for vinyl. But it was also the night for the mare Octavia melody.

I didn't want to write anything else because it would give away the story.

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Crank it up to 11 DJ

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You cant spell Octavia without Vinyl

Crank it up to 11 DJ

Everything I have worked for, it all comes down to this moment.

"And the winner of Equstria's best DJ is... DJ PON-3"

From the back of the stage there was a loud cheer and a big white lump making it's way through the crowd of pony's that were on the stage. When the lump got to the front it wasn't a lump at all but a white unicorn pony with a two toned blue spiked mane that bounced when she moved her head. The DJ was jumping around in circles until the announcer got her attention and she stop but still struggled to hold back her excitement. "As we can all see PON-3 is very excited right now but it doesn't end there, PON-3 will be sponsored by the best DJ company in Equstria, GOLDEN RECORD STUDIOS IN CANTORLOT." All she could do right now was sit on her flank slack jaw and just stare.

"That's right everypony but that still is not all. Everypony here all knows PON-3 does not like talking much but I have to ask you PON-3...how old are you."

PON-3 just stared at the microphone in front of her face. She leaned forward and said something way to quiet to hear even with the microphone.

"Um...could you say that again dear I didn't quite hear you."

PON-3 spoke a bit louder this time. "Uuuummmm...19...yep"

The audience broke out into cheering just because they heard her voice and to her...IT WAS AMAZING. That's when the speaker started to talk again. "hehehe...do you know what that means". Vinyl just shuck her head no. "Well it means you are Equstria's youngest DJ". If she didn't already drop her jaw then it would of been now after hearing that, that she was Equstria's youngest DJ and she would always be remembered as that, it was to much and she passed out after yelling "THIS IS THE BEST NIGHT EVER".

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"WORST NIGHT EVER". Octavia was a deep grey earth pony with a charcoal mane and a very popular cello player and well respected in her genre of music but things haven't been going well for her. She was recently fired from her orchestra group because of reasons that baffle her mind like when her best friend lyra hits her across the face for no reason. Octavia wasn't having the best night tonight but things could be a lot worse right?

"I just need to get home and have some of the strongest wine I got because if I don't...well...I don't know what I would do but it would probably be a stupid dumb thing. Wait...if I get drunk the same thing would more then likely happen, sooo...im bucked either way." Octavia got home grabbed the wine bottle out of her pantry and sat on her couch staring at the wall. So many questions were going through her head at the moment like what if her parents found out or if her parents found out and disowned her or if she got drunk and killed somepony. The night thing she knew was that there was glass and red wine all over her wall and she was crying.

"I know what will make me better...sniff...some good old rocky road ice cream." Octavia got up and walked to her kitchen to check the freezer for the cure of all her problems. But the was no rocky road in the freezer which meant she had to go out and find a store open at...11:36 at night. "O buck me, damn how did I forget to pick the up when I went shopping yesterday." Octavia grabbed her coat and her bit bag and left her house.

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"Hey PON-3 you ok you blacked out there." Vinyl had just woken up and was again with slack jaw syndrome. Pony's of all types were watching her stare back at them but they could not see through her trade mark shades that she wore every where. PON-3 just nodded to answer the colt. "Well its getting late and you should head home, here is my card give me a call so we can set every thing up ok." PON-3 yet again nodded stood up and exited the stadium. PON-3 was wanting to get home soon but she didn't want to walk, so she whistled a taxi over to her and told him where to go. The carriage jolted forward and she was on her way home.

"So pretty night tonight am I right" said the driver who was looking at the stars. PON-3 nodded and looked up as well and thought that out of everything that has happen tonight that she would be considered a star. The hole carriage swerved out of control and the hinges that were holding the harness to the carriage snapped ad the carriage went down a hill with PON-3 still in it. She had two thoughts come to her mind, one was that after all the good stuff that had happened tonight that this was her end, two was that it was bucking awesome and that it was like a rollercoaster. The carriage crashed into a tree of to the side of the road. She got out of the carriage brushed her self off the thought to her self Man am I glad no pony got injured.

"uuunnnnggggghhhhhh"

O no what was that. She looked around the carriage and spoted a grey earth pony laying on the floor with a black mark across her forhead and a tub of rocky road laying next to her unharmed at all.

"SOMEPONY CALL 911"