It was a beautiful morning. The sunlight filtered through the curtains into the room, lighting it softly. The breeze ran across, moving some blue locks of hair belonging to a girl sleeping peacefully between bed sheets. It was a nice morning indeed, but everything changed when the clock alarm decided to interrupt the dreams of a certain DJ with a extremely loud sound.

“please, 5 more minutes...” was the only responce that the girl gave to the non-stop noise, turning around and covering her head in pillows to mute the sound.

This keeped on this way for some minutes. Even the girl was finally falling sleep again, ignoring the persistent sound af the alarm, but something inside was telling her to stop the noise and to wake up, and for the second time that morning she decided to pass it by and continue resting, but little she knew that it wouldn’t last for too long.

A blonde girl entered the room enraged, heat steaming from her head, breathing fast and searching for any live forms inside the room. Once she located the blue-haired girl, she launched a near boot to the sleeping figure in the bed, causing the other girl wake up both confused and scared.

“VIOLET! SHUT THE FUCKING ALARM OFF BEFORE I FUCKING KILL YOU!” Was the only thing she said, or screamed, before storming out and shutting the bedroom door behind her as she leaved, not before giving a death glare to Violet, who was still trying to comprehend what was going on.

“What the heck?” Scratching the back of her head, she reached for the alarm, finally putting an end to the noise. Removing some strands of hair from her face, she enjoyed the quietude in the ambient, yawning a couple of times before standing up and making the bed. “Well... here i go” and saying this, she slipped inside the sheets, accommodating in them and ready to fall sleep once again.

This plan worked for a couple of minutes, but now her cellphone ringed, waking her up for the third time. She tried to ingnore the call, but the insistent sound won the battle. She extended her arm to grab the phone, looking at the name of the caller and answering right away, recognizing the voice of her roommate.

“Yo, raise and shine sis!” She said cheerfully, acting innocent, something that annoyed Vinyl even more.

“Dude, you’re downstairs, you could come and give me hell personally” she was rubbing her face, trying to fully wake up, and growled when she heard giggles from both the phone and outside the room, remembering her the absurd situation she was into.

“Is funnier this way... hurry up and get ready, breakfast in 15 min, then we have to go!”

“Fuck me... "

“Already did so, neither of us liked it, move on”

With that Violet ended the call, too sleepy to reply, and with not too muh time either. Pretty much against her will, she took a fast bath and get dressed. She was an expert in the ancient skill of looking good without even trying, what everyone would known as a natural beauty, even if she wasn’t exactly natural. Her hair, messy and asymmetric, was tinted in an electric blue color and white highlights, she had freckles in her cheeks, and a couple of fang-like piercings adorned her lower lip, and many more were located in her ears. Her skin was pale, with several tattoos covering the left half of her body.

A hot shower and teen minutes later, she was on her best clothes... or what she considered her best clothes, that was basically a loose white sleeveless shirt under a dark blue jacket to cover most of her upper body, and gray skinny jeans that, without being inappropriate, marked her silhouette just right.

Downstairs, a blonde with a similar outfit waited for her with breakfast ready, or better said, two bowls, a pack of cereal and a jar of milk. That was what Lyra rated as making breakfast.

“Looking good vi”

“Feeling good Lyra”

Lyra nodded and both girls digged into their bowls, eating cereal with the most dignity and maturity possible. After a fast dish-cleaning session and a even faster last minute preparations, the girls left their home.

The girls went through the city easily, experts in the noble art of walking between crowds. bumping no one, even with bags, boxes of records, and more articles. They made their way smoothly, already used to that kind of ambient, talking, joking, enjoin the walk.

Before even noticing they were out of the downtown and found themselves in the highest zone of the city. The houses around Laura and Vinyl became bigger and bigger as they walk, and more distanced from one another, not a single noise at all, only the sound of the wind against trees and the singing of bird in the air. It would be a nice view, but when you have been walking for almost an hour, you couldn't care less about anything but stop walking.

Violett was the first to complain. "Ugh, " She groaned loudly "are we there yet?"

"Not yet..."

"How far are we?"

"Well... " Lyra stopped for a second to stretch her back, witch was aching for carrying her box for so long "we are talking about the richest person in the country, and normally, the richter you are, the higher your house will be"

Vinyl's blood drowns from her face, looking even more pale. "So, you are telling me...?"

"Yep... we have to walk all the way to the top"

she sighed loud, making sure that Laura hears her. Violet wasn't an enemy of physical activity, but she preferred to limit herself to the morning push-up, and videogames nights with friends (that she totally count as physical activity).

"Don't be like that Vi" Lyra turned to face ger friend with a big smile. "Maybe you find a girl in here, one that's not a snoob and likes fun... and girls"

Not more than three seconds later both girls were laughing out louder than they should, almost dropping their boxes. "Yeah right, like that would happen" Vinyl shaked her head, smiling "I can bet that every girl in this place are the typical princess, boring and common. It would be a miracle if any of them won't judge us, ya' know?"

"Geez dude, be more positive!" The blue-haired girl responded sticking out her tongue, and Lyra did the same. Some more laughs, a pair of tired legs, and fifteen minutes later, the girls had finished their odyssey, arriving to their destination, a huge white mansion, owned by the most successful and rich person in the arts's industry: Fancy Pants. Both were standing in front of a huge door. Inmobiles, tired, a new problem appeared for them.

"Soooo" Vinyl shifted her weight frow side to side "Now what?"

"Hhmm?" Lyra crossed stares with her friend. "Well... i don't know"

"You want me to knock the door?" She said, already putting her box in the floor and approaching to the door.

"WHAAAT?" Vinyl flinched from the scream, and even a nearby group of birds took fly from it. "Are you crazy!? You can't just knock the door of Him like that!"

Violet crossed her arms on her chest. "So what? We wait here till people start arriving?" She lifted an eyebrow over her glasses, clearly disgusted.

"Isn't there a ring bell or something like that?"

Both girls inspected the door, only to find that there, indeed, wasn't any ring bell or anything that could helped them. "Nope, nothing, imma knock!"

"No, wait, let me call Him" said Lyra, searching for her phone in her bag.

"Yeah right" the blue haired girl snorted, gaining the attention of the blonde. "Calling Him personally is better than knocking his door"

"Maybe He'll sent someone"

"i'm gonna knock, is faster this way"

"No, wait vi!"

"Nope, i'm knocking this-" she did knock something, but it wasn't the hard surface of a solid wood door, in fact, it was softer and silky, and felt like it was alive. "-Door?" She took a couple of seconds to process all the situation. The door was replaced by a tall, old man in a very fancy suit. She tapped the chest of this subject, to test if it was real, and fearing the worst she looked up, only to find that she, indeed, recognized the face of the man.

"I think that would not be necessary anymore" the man rubbed his chest, with a small expression of hurt, soon replaced by a warm smile. "But i guess it was my fault, i should have announce me"

Now, everyone who knowns Violett would be used to this kind of situatuon. She was a natural beauty, incredible talented in music, and very charismatic and friendly with people. But she had another talent, one darker than the others. She was able to get into the most akward and ridiculous situations, so it was not new to see Lyra behind Vinyl, failing miserably to hide a laugh, as her friend tried to came up with something intelligent to say.

"Oh shit!" Clearly, she didn't achieve her goal, and blushed hardly. "Oh god, i'm so sorry, i didn't meant to... i was trying... you just came up from nowhere and i..." another curious fact about Vinyl is that she was a verbal train wreck. The more she talked, the deeper she digs, and the louder Lyra laughs. "... please don't fire us" she finally said, lowering her head beated.

She was expecting many things. A judgemental glare, maybe an speech about professionalism, responsibility and such, the end of her career in music and her future as a waitress in a fast food restaurant. But both Lyra and her were confused when instead of the wrath of the most influent person in the country, they heard a loud and sincere laugh.

"Do not worry, young ladies. I can assure your jobs are safe" the girls stayed still, waiting for something else. The man looked Vinyl directly to her eyes, offering a hand to shake. "You must be Vinyl Scratch, is a pleasure to finally meet you in person. I have listened great things about you"

"You have?"she was equally impressed and shocked, and numbly she shaked his hand. "I-I meant, the pleasure is mine Sir"

"It really is Mr... Fancy Pants?" Laura shaked his hand too. He smiled recognizing the pseudonym created for him. "I'm sorry, it sounds kinda weird..."

"I know, it was even more weird at the beginning. You will get used in time" He moved to the side, making space at the door, and inviting the girls to enter. "Please, come in. We already introduced ourselves, so let's put formalities aside" they entered the mansion, and stopped in a living room. Vinyl and Lyra were amazed by how big and elegant everything was. Vinyl could swear that their entire apartment could easily fit inside the living room, and was totally sure that the furniture worth way more than their apartment.

They sat in there. quickly two maids appeared, formatting one beside the other at the limitations of the room. "Do you want something, like water or anything?" Fancy Pants asked, searching in his pocket for a cigarette.

"Well, some water would be good" a quick gesture of with the hand from Fancy Pants and the maids were in action. In no more than a minute, the maids delivered successfully two glasses of water, a plate full of cookies, and some napkins before returning to their original positions.

"Now, let's talk about business, shall we?" He lit up his cigarette and inhaled deep, blowing a large cloud of smoke up in the air. "Like I already told to you on phone, you will be playing in my private event this afternoon. I know very well this is not the type of scenario you are familiar with, but I take care of the preparation of every detail so you can develop in the most natural way possible"

"Whoa, thank you, but you shouldn't worr-"

Fancy Pants interrupted her raising a hand. "Please. It is not a problem for me. And this way I can ask for nothing but perfection for your part" he signaled again to the maids, who served him a glass of whiskey. He removed the liquor with his finger and took a sip. "Of course, art is not about perfection... so asking for it is ridiculous. I expect a wonderful, inspirational show"

The girls were silent, and two thoughts crossed their minds: they had to make a great amazing show, and how easier they live would be with a couple of maids like that. Of course, the second thought was not important, so they put it aside for the moment, concentrating in their actual goal. Violet decided to take the lead for their side. "You can bet on it! We will give you one heck of a show!"

A smile appeared in the man face. "I am glad to heard that" He took anoter sip of his drink. "Can i ask something? Could you be so kind to explaing me which papel do you take in the show, Miss Heartstrings?" He was careful to not sound rude or apathetic, but more curious than anything.

"I'm like the technician," Lyre said proudly. "I take care of the installation, sound, lights, etc... also, I'm a musician too, but a composer more than anything. I help vinyl came up with new songs and stuff" Fancy Pants nodded in understanding, and stood up signaling to them to stand up as well.

"Very well, please follow me to where the event would take place" they beging to walk towards the main garden, only that for the girls, it was a field with the size of a small stadium. Many flowers, trees and plants perfectly cutted adorned the place, elegant decorations situated along with tables, and a complete squad of maids and butlers where military formated in the near wall of the mansion. They continued walking through the garden reaching a stage in the back, where speakers, monitors and a turntable where placed. "This will be your working place. As you can see, there you can find anything you will need to your performance"

Violet climbed up, running a hand through the turntables. Her mind activated with a spark, and a devilishly smirk appeared in her face, along with a fictional electric blue aura surrounding her. She felt a familiar electricity running through her body, and a incredible sensation filling her. "Ooooh yeeah... this is gonna be good" she whispered to herself, not caring about the looks she was receiving from Lyra and Fancy Pants.

"She always does that, don't worry" Lyra explained to him, and he nodded. "Excuse me... YO VI! WAKE UP!" She screamed, flinching the blue haired DJ, who woke up from her trance. Fancy Pants cleared his throat to gain the attention of the girls.

"I am happy to see that you fell more than happy with the equipment. Now, I will explain the job" the girls nodded in approval. "You will be playing for a total of 5 hours. you will get a recess of one hour after the two first hours. My guests are not familiar with the material you work with, so I highly recommend to use the softest repertoire you have. Other than that, you are free to control the music as you wish" Vinyl smiled exited. "Before I forget... do not take suggestions from anybody but Me or your friend here"

"Got it! Imma rock this place out in the softest and chilliest way possible!" She hive-fived Lyra, and Fancy Pants smiled at them.

"I can not doubt that. I will let you work then, if you need something, feel free to ask for help to anyone of my maids or butlers. Miss Scratch, Miss Heartstrings..." He nodded and parted away, letting the girls with their work. Lyra hurried to check all the impluts, and do some corrections and connections of their own. Vinyl for her part started to do all the configurations in the pads, turntables, and her laptop, and begun to edit the playlist.

They didn't took too long before ending. A couple of sound test later, they were ready with al the preparations. "That's it! Thanks sis'" Vinyl extended a fist to Lyra, with a big smile all over her face. Lyra bumped it with her own fist, walking to the stairs of the stage.

"Blow'em up sis!" The people started to arrive, making the maids start to offering drinks and food for them at the tables. Lyra turned to face the DJ, who was conecting her headphones to the laptop. "I'm gonna find some chicks that aren't a huge normie mess, see ya'" she blinked and walked off.

Vinyl breathed deep, closing her eyes for a moment. "Ok, let's do this..." a smirk formed in her mouth. She opened her eyes, running a hand through her spiky hair, and pushing some buttons the music flow through the garden. A slow solid beat started to pulse, followed by a faded keyboard which increased its volume. Soon, the song was filled with different instruments. Vinyl nodded to the beat, watching the people mimicking her unconsciously. She smirked, all doubts and nervous were long forgotten. She was in total control of the ambient.

With a button she could make this people dance. a combination of scratches would gain her ovations. She knew the power she had, and she was used to it. she controlled the rhythm of the event, accelerating the beats when the ambient was too quiet, and slowing it when she felt people should rest. Nothing could ruin her concentration, she was on her own world.

In a small group of people, she could recognize Lyra talking with another girl, that wasn't new for Vinyl. But beside them was a thirth girl, looking directly at her with interest, nodding her heat to every beat. Now the mind of the DJ was divided in two, one still focused in the music, and the other one, she doesn't knew why, was trying to not lose the sight of the girl. Before she could tell, the two first hours were completely gone, so she hurried to prepare an auto mix for her break, losing track of Lyra and the mysterious girl.

She jumped down the stage, searching for her friend through the garden. The first thought of where could be lyra was the bar, but lost in her thoughts she bumped with a familiar face. "Ugh, sorry, I wasn't loo-" she went mute when she distinguished the face of the girl. The one that was looking at her when she was playing, and now, the one that was smiling at her with a sweet face "-so beautiful"

"What?"

"What?" Vinyl's eyes widened in shock, knowing that she made a bad start. The other girl though was not mad or whatsoever, in fact, she was smiling even more waiting for Vinyl to talk. "N-no what i meant! Not that you are not beautyful, but that's not what I was going to say!" Vinyl took a couple of steeps backwards, both to gave space to the girl and her, and to came out from the punchzone. "Let me start again... The name is Violet Scratch, but you can call me Vinyl"

"Pleased to meet you, I am Octavia Melody" Octavia nodded in understanding.

Vinyl made a fast examination of the girl, and she could tell they were completely different. Octavia's face was pure and clean, with big purple eyes. Her black hair fell elegant and soft till her lower back. Her body was more voluptuous than her's, hidded in elegant clothes that fitted her in all the right ways, giving the appearance of high class.

"It is an spectacular presentation so far. I enjoy the music, even if I am not to familiar with the genre"

"You did!?" Vinyl scratched the back of her head. "Well, it's not my everyday type of music, but I can manage me very well"

"So you do not produce this genre of music often? Then I assume you must dedicate yourself to the Rock or Punk Type?" Octavia was confused. Violett easily could tell the knowledge of this girl about electronic music: Zero. She grinned and shaked her head.

"You are both right and wrong here" Octavia cocked her head as Vinyl continued. "I don't make this kind of music all the time, but I neither play in a rock band. I'm more of a Techno and Dubstep DJ. This is Ambient music, another Sub-Genre of electronic music"

"Oooh... please pardon me, i didn't meant to -"

The DJ raised a hand making Octavia stop. "No prob'. Are you a musician too?"

"Indeed" again, Octavia nodded. This gesture was cute to Vinyl, who was trying to pay attention to the girl and not losing herself in her thoughts. "I play the cello for the city's orchestra. Also, I have the ability to play the violin, guitar, and the bass. Currently i am learning to play the piano" Vinyl could tell from the way Octavia Raised her head and smiled subtly that she was very proud of her curriculum. And she couldn't deny it was amazing.

"That's soooo cool! Hey, wanna have a drink? I get kinda thirsty up there, whatcha' say?" The DJ raised a thumb signaling the bar, and smiled shyly. "I mean... It's better to chat with a drink in hand and somewhere to sit, don't ya' think?"

Octavia offered a warm smile of her own, which came along with another nod. Violet was already getting used to it. Soon they where sitting in the bar, drinks in hand and talking about music, their carrers and jobs, the event, which guest was the most ridiculous or worst dressed.

"... and that's how I almost get arrested by eating a piece of cake"

"It was Princess Celestia's piece of cake. What were you expecting!?"

"Not getting arrested?" Another laugh from the girls. The only thing that could ruin their fun was the time, and vinyl's phone was there to remember her about it. "Darn it... gotta get going, the show have to continue!" She gesture to the bartender to gave her a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote fast and gave the paper to Octavia. "That's my number. We should hang out someday!" With that, Vinyl waved a hand to the Cellist and made her way to the scenario

"Duuuuude... what a girl!" Vinyl sighed and runned a hand through her hair, looking back at where Octavia was. She had a great time with her, and Vinyl knew there was somehing about Octavia that make her different from others uptown girls. But one thing is sure, you can always count on your friends to bring you back to reality, even if you don't want to.

"What are you looking at!? " Violet jumped frightened, and lyra laughed loud. She followed the DJ's sight to Octavia, and smirked. "Guess you were busy with someone, but with her? Sis', you know who is her!?"

"Octavia Melody... dunno', the daughter of some high class douchbag?" Lyra shaked her head. "All I know is that she is really cool, is pretty funny and cute. And she got the butty like... whoa"

"She is like the most important musician in the classical industry! Is the youngest cellist to get into the city's orchestra, and the youngest composer to have an original work played by one!"

"Well, that's... " she tapped her chin like she was thinking. "That's impressive. She is cool, though" The DJ was already climbing up the scenario, getting ready to retake control of the environment. "Don't worry sis'.I'm not gonna do nothing crazy, just wanna be friend with her. that's all!"

"Right..." she rolled her eyes, not believing Vinyl.

"And what about ya'? I was looking for you, but you just disappeared." Violet lifted her shades to look deep in the eyes of Laura.

"I was talking with someone," Said Laura, shifting her weight from side to side. "ya' know, just a girl I meet"

"So you were hitting on that girl..." Vinyl smirked, putting back her shades in place. "Tell me about her later. I'm sure that would be a good story". She fist bumped her sister, receiving a smile from lyra.

"Well, second round. Finnish 'em!" Lyra went towards the bar again. Vinyl connected her headphones again, make sure everything was in place, and taking a deep breath, she scratched her transition to another song with a devilishly smirk.

"Let's spin this!"

Author's Note

Well, you have the first chapter!!! I know I didn't gave to much time to Octavia, but i just wanted to introduce her this way. Next chapter will have a lot more of Octavia.

I have to tell you guys a few things. First of all, english is not my primary language, but I can speak, read and write fluently, yet, hope i didn't make too many mistakes.

Second, this my first story ever. I never wrote a story before, in part because I am really shy to show anything i make, and in other part because I never came up with a good idea to write about. But I read a lot, and I mean a Loooot of FimFictions, and they inspired me to write.

That lead us to the thirt point: this fic is, in my opinion, interesting in terms of my inspirations. You will see that the chapters names are name of songs, and I use those songs to came up with the story in some way; but also, this story is inspired by other FimFictions like "Simple melodies are for fillies" of Bahatumay, "Apple scratch saga" of Mariacheat-Brony, "Watch and learn" of Bonejingle, and "University Days" of DawnFade. You will notice references to the song and fics in each chapter.

Last but not least, (and to finish because this note is already long), I appreciate constructive criticism. If I'm making any error, or you have any advice for me, i will receive them happily. Like I said, I never wrote any story before, but I'm excited about this project. I love this community, and I truly hope you enjoy this fic, I will be publishing every week or week and a half.

The song of this chapter is "Uptown Lady" by "Jakubi".