My name's Vinyl, or the one, the only DJ Pon-3! Or, at least that's who I used to be. That crazy, party hard, carefree pony who always stood behind the table and spun records is gone. I used to cry about that bygone age in my life, but now I see only to what's still in store; what else I can do with my life.
What, oh my turn. Yeah, I'm Octavia. You probably know me from when I played the cello, or maybe you know me from when I play on the corners. Either way I'm thinking of burning that stupid thing, the Friday night meals really aren't worth the trouble of keeping that thing stored. Other than that you might have stopped by my little store, or seen me with my friend BD. So, that's about it, now get on with it before I make you.
(Try reading the story even if the description wasn't great because I can't write description) Really, I can't write descriptions at all
Edited by D00mf1sh
(Things are more normal after the 1st chapter)(marked teen in the interest of me probably going into some things)

Cover compiled by me; elements by
http://up1ter.deviantart.com/ (Vinyl)
http://zedrin.deviantart.com/ (Octavia)