Lives are More Important Than Objects

My name is Octavia Melody, world renowned musician. I was currently browsing from the finest selections of stringed instruments I could find in Canterlot at Thoroughbred's Strings, my favorite store. I had been treated like royalty ever since my first smash hit single 'I Am Octavia' three years ago. One might think that this would cause me to be insanely bigheaded, but on the contrary, I am the most mellow mare to ever come out of Canterlot. The reason being behind the lyrics of the very song that got me started on my way to fame; my parents.

My parents wanted me to be a perfect little moneymaker for them, by THEIR standards. They only brought me into this world to bring better fortune to their name. They did everything short of actual torture to me when I was born an Earth Pony and not a Unicorn like my parents were. When I got my Cutie Mark in music, I thought that the two devils were actually going to kill me. They wanted me to be in the family business and that did not involve music what so ever, so when this was no longer an option for them, they forcibly trained, no, tortured me to be in the Canterlot Orchestra. Finally, one day, I was absolutely fed up with my parents' bullshit and cut myself off from my family entirely, causing a huge scene in Canterlot when I did but I didn't care. Fast forward eight years later, the twenty-six year old mare was the biggest musical success since Behoofen, and I did it all on my own. Ha! Take that fuckers! Ahem, excuse my profanity, I get a little excited when I talk about those horrible ponies.

The first instrument I ever played and the Instrument I got my Cutie Mark with was the cello, so that's what they drilled me to play. Now I play everything stringed and even some brass! I even like playing the Banjo! Anyways, I came to Thoroughbred's because they offered me one free instrument of my choice. So far nothing had caught my eye, until I saw a red electric guitar. I know what you're thinking 'OCTAVIA LIKES ELECTRIC GUITARS?! NANI?!?!' and the answer to your question is yes, I like all kinds of instruments as I've previously stated and I have an assortment of genre's to my name.

"I'll take the cherry Les Paul, Mr. Thoroughbred." I told the owner, he was a good friend of mine who practically begged me to take an instrument free of charge after I performed at his daughter's birthday party.

"An excellent choice, Ms. Melody." He said, fetching the guitar immediately.

"Thank you again for performing for my little girl's birthday. It really meant a lot to me."

"Of course it was no trouble at all." I said with a smile. I exited the store with the guitar on my back walking down the steps at the entrance of the store. I had a high-end penthouse in the wealthiest part of Canterlot for when I stay there, the two places I stay the most in are in Ponyville and Manehatten. I was walking down the street when I heard a voice come from the alleyway on my left. The voice was crying. I quickly galloped down the alley searching for the pony in distress. I found the source of the cries coming from inside a large cardboard box.

"Hello? Are you okay, miss?" I asked the mystery voice, figuring it was a mare considering how high pitched the cries were. I heard the mare abruptly gasp as she was discovered. A head poked out of the opening and she looked around.

"W-Who's T-There-AAGH!!" She shouted as she fell out of the box, shrugging off the guitar from my back, I rushed to her.

"Oh, Celestia, are you okay?" I asked in concern. I helped her up and was able to take in this mare's appearance. She had a alabaster coat that seemed to glow in the night darkness, a wild mane of two shades of electric blue that and her eyes were a beautiful shade of red. I would've stared into the depths of those pools if I didn't realize how bad of a shape she was in.

"No. You clearly aren't okay." I muttered. I put her hoof around me and carried her off. She wanted to protest, but her scream and her short tumble seemed to take what energy she had left out of her. I could tell it was all she could to stay conscious.

"W-W-Wait-" She very weakly got out, I stopped and asked and looked her in the eyes. She pointed a shaky hoof at the guitar I discarded to help her.

"Forget it, Somepony's life is more important than an object. Despite how important it could be." I said, a little disappointed that I wouldn't be able to use my new gift at all.

The mystery mare in my hooves looked at me with a grateful expression before it turned slightly guilty before she passed out from exhaustion. This mare wasn't heavy at all, because she was all skin and bones. I frantically galloped to my penthouse which was luckily relatively close to Thoroughbred's Strings. I walked into the complex and passed the receptionist who gave a worried look to me and opened the door that lead to the elevator that leads to my penthouse for me. He opened the elevator for me as well, I thanked him for his help and skillfully used my hind-legs to pass him a few bits.

Once I was inside, I moved the white mare to the master bedroom, as it was the only room with a bed available. I had made all my guest bedrooms here into storage rooms and practice rooms. After making sure she was laid comfortably in the bed I dashed to the bathroom and got antibiotics and other medications. I also made a glass of water and some soup for the pony. I moved to the room with the soup in my hoof, I placed it down on the desk in my room and went to wake up the mare in my bed when said bed started shuffling. The mare then shot out off my bed and past me and straight to the soup. She wolfed it down quicker than what I thought was possible. When she was finished she looked back to me and noticed that I had a glass of water in my hoof. I pushed it toward her and she pulled it to her and drank the water faster than she ate the soup.

"Thank You. I'm so sorry for making you leave you guitar behind." She said before I shushed her.

"As I said earlier, there is nothing worth more than somepony's life. If I have to choose between somepony in need and a lifeless object that I could easily get more of, the choice is obvious." I explained.

"But it looked so expensive." She tried to reason.

"Dear, money isn't an issue for me. Uh no offense, I didn't really think that statement through." I said when I realized I just indirectly insulted this mare. She then suddenly gasped and her eyes widened in shock.

"Y-You-You're, Octavia Melody." She said with a shell shocked look on her muzzle.

"Yes I am. Now, on to more important things than who I am, how can I help you?" I asked.

"Help? Me? But why would you waste your time on a street urchin like me even more? I should just go." She muttered to herself. I put a hoof out as she tried to pass me.

"That's not happening, miss- uh..." I trailed off, hoping she would pick up what I was saying.

"Vinyl. Vinyl Scratch." She said.

"Well then, Vinyl, I'm not letting you out of my sight until I know you are okay to go out on your own.

"What do you mean? I am perfectly able to-HRRK!" She grunted as she clutched her side in pain. I ushered her back into the bed.

"Okay, your point is taken, Miss Melody." Vinyl said solemnly. "But I still can't accept your help. I don't want to impose on you." She said solemnly.

"I don't care, I'm helping you." I said flatly. She looked at me a little scared.

"No T-Thank you, but I-" She tried to get out before I interrupted her.

"No buts, Vinyl."

"Please don't make me in debt to you! There is no possible way in Equestria I could repay you!!" She screamed, tears in her eyes.

"Vinyl, I'm not going to ask you to repay me." I told her softly.

"I know! But I wouldn't feel right about this. I troubled the mare I have looked up to as my idol for years only to greedily not pay her back? I can't live with that kind of guilt! I know you don't see it this way but I do I couldn't possibly live with my-" I cut her off with a slap.

"Vinyl, you are clearly malnourished, homeless, and in a general bad situation. If you really, really need to pay me back for helping you, We will come to it when I feel that you have one hundred percent recovered, is that understood?" I said seriously. She nodded.

"Okay good." I said before climbing into the bed next to her.

"This is the only bed in the house and I don't want to sleep on the couch so we are sharing." I said leaving no room for argument.

"O-Okay" She stuttered. Wow this situation is moving fast ain't it?