All You Need Is Wub

Octavia sat at the bar, sipping at a glass of surprisingly good pinot noir, waiting for DJ PON-3 to take the stage. Seeing she only had a minute or so before the show started, Octavia downed the last few sips of her wine and turned her stool towards the stage, waiting for the start of the music with a small sense of dread. While she had certainly grown to appreciate the music of the mare she had dated for close to a year, dubstep and electronic music in general was still not completely embraced by the slightly stuffy mare from Canterlot. Suddenly, the lights dimmed and a familiar intro track started as the announcer for the night yelled into his mike, “All right everypony, it’s the time you’ve all been waiting for. Put your hooves together for DJ PON-3!” A white unicorn trotted on stage and Octavia gave a barely audible gasp as she looked at her. She could tell it was Vinyl, but she was shocked at just how different she looked. The main feature she noticed right away was the fact that the DJ’s mane and coat looked as if they hadn’t seen a comb in several days. The other major thing she noticed was that, when Vinyl lifted up her trademark sunglasses to look at the crowd, she could see that they were red and bloodshot, as if she had been crying for several days. Octavia’s guilt about her overreaction only grew worse as she looked at the white mare in front of her, realizing she had done this to her. A small part of her felt a small sense of happiness, though, when she noted that Vinyl’s condition must be because she was taking the breakup just as hard as her.

After gazing at the crowd for a few moments, the purple sunglasses slowly settled back onto their owner’s nose as she slowly spoke in a voice that sounded like it had either been forced to gargle sand or had been cried raw.

“Hey everypony, how you doin’ tonight? My name is Vinyl Scratch, aka DJ PON-3 and I will be your entertainment tonight. Before I begin, I would like to dedicate this show to a very special mare named Octavia Philharmonica. I know we’re going through a rough patch right now, but I hope with all of my heart that we can work it out. It has been about a year since I first earned the privilege of calling you my marefriend, and I just want you to know that it has been the happiest year of my life. I would spend the rest of my life with you if you would have me. This one goes out to you, baby. If you’re here, I hope you enjoy the show.”

After that, Vinyl flipped a switch on her deck and the first song of the night began. However, it wasn’t like the rowdy and fast songs she usually picked. This one began slow, with a small dubstep line gradually growing louder, until, suddenly, the distinct sound of a cello was heard coming out of the speakers. Octavia was so shocked by this that she didn’t even notice that it was a recording of one of her songs until the track was almost halfway done. After she realized this, she just sat there on her stool, entranced by the sound of the music. In what seemed like a matter of minutes though, Vinyl was announcing that this was the last song, where she played her most stirring track yet. It was a recording that the two mares had recorded together one night, as an experiment. The sound of the two of them playing merged beautifully together, and the gray cellist found herself slowly walking towards the stage. She also found she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the beautiful white mare currently controlling the music. Her heart, which was beating at what felt like a mile a minute, tried to jump out of her chest when the DJ finally noticed her slowly walking up to the stage. After a minute of staring at each other, Octavia broke into a sprint and jumped onstage right as the song ended, engaging the unicorn she loved in a passionate kiss. As they pulled away from each other, the crowd started giving the loudest applause ever heard in the history of the bar, happy that the two lovers had finally reunited.

Octavia was the first to speak up, fighting back tears as she talked to her marefriend for the first time in almost five days, the sound of the crowd fading as they stood in their own personal world. “Vinyl Scratch, before you say anything, I want you to know you have nothing to be sorry for. I overreacted to a few scratches in a lousy hunk of wood and almost lost what truly matters to me: you. Promise me you won’t beat yourself up for something that was completely my fault.”

At first, Vinyl had the same shocked look on her face that Rarity had when Octavia talked about her cello in such a disrespectful way. She quickly got over her shock enough to say, “You do know you’re talking about your prized cello, right?”

“Of course I am, silly. However, I also realized it's just a piece of wood that can make music come out of it. In fact, I think I might even keep your…decorations on it. I need some way to make it unique, after all. Now, what about that promise I just asked you about?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I remember which one you’re talking about now. I’ll agree to not blame myself for anything if you promise me something in return.”

This statement caught Octavia’s interest. “I’m all ears, Vinyl.”

Vinyl Scratch nervously cleared her throat before continuing. “Ok. Before I ask you your promise, I wanna say something first. I meant what I said before the show. The year I have spent with you has been the happiest year of my life. I really can see myself spending the rest of my life with you. So, I would like to ask you a question. Octavia Philharmonica, will you marry me and promise that you will never leave me again?”

At this point the crowd, who had heard the entire conversation, quieted instantly as they eagerly awaited the mare’s answer. You could hear a pin drop as Octavia said three words, with happy tears in her eyes.

“Yes. I promise.”