Return To PonyVille (Edited)
Opposites Attract - Return To PonyVille
Dubs and wubs erupted from the building ahead, a simple brick building. It didn’t even look like a club or anything. The sounds Octavia was able to hear from the place she was standing at sounded odd to her, but that was dubstep for you. She was never very fond of it. The road, that was separating her from the club, wasn't even big. It wouldn’t have taken long to just walk across, but she just stood there. Afraid and deep in thoughts. Will she ever forgive me? I have done and said some terrible things, things that she will hate me for. What have I done? I-I left her... No, no, it has been two years, it will be fine. But... will it?
A few moments passed before Octavia made the first step. Well, no sense in delaying. She slowly made her way to the building... one small step at a time. The club had no name, or rather, none that she was able to see. Hell, it didn't even look like a club. It looked like it should actually have a name but it didn't. So it was natural that no one really knew the name, they all just called it “That one club where that one DJ plays.” However, that “One DJ” wasn't normally Vinyl. But information told her, that she was having a guest appearance.
As she walked up to the building, a bouncer stopped her, with a curt “Ticket?”.
The bouncer was huge, no, colossal. He seemed to be one of those guys who can snap any ponies back without even trying! She looked both ways to make sure there was no one around and slowly passed a bag of bits over to the bouncer. “Welcome to our club, Ms. Smith.” She nods and heads through the door. Bribing always works, she noted to herself.
As soon as she entered, she made a beeline to the bar.
“Well, miss, what can I get for ya?”, the barmare asked as Octavia set herself onto a stool. She didn't even hear her and took the moment to look around the room. There were tons of ponies listening and dancing to the colt who was playing right now. “Yo, I hope you had fun, but I am done for the night.”
The crowd groaned in unison, annoyed that their favorite DJ was leaving. “You don't have to worry, though, we have a very famous DJ comin’ in to entertain ya! I’m sure everyone knows her name, as she just moved back to Ponyville about a month ago! Hell... Pinkie threw one hell of a party for her!”
The crowd started cheering to the name of their favorite pink party pony.
Huh, I didn't know Vinyl left, but it comes to mind, as she always wanted to see the world. Octavia thought to herself as the barmare finally was able to break her concentration.
“MISS what can I get for you?” The barmare asked, annoyed.
“I will have a scotch on the rocks with a twist...” Octavia replied slowly, not paying much attention.
“Huh. You know, you’re the second pony to ordered that from me today”, the bartender said, absentmindedly cleaning a glass.
Octavia perked up. “What did the other pony look like?”
“Oh, just a mare. She had those shades, a lot like that DJ... maybe she’s a fan or something!” The mare pointed at the DJ booth.
“Oh, she isn’t a fan....” she muttered to herself focusing her own hoofs. Turning her head back to the barmare, “Would you be so kind to give me more information about this mare... her mane color and similar things to that?”
“Alright, let’s see... She had a white coat with this weird looking hair, it was just blue.... really spiky blue hair-”
Vinyl...
“- oh, and she was really depressed about something, said something about an anniversary or something...”
Damn it, I almost forgot.... I left on this day 2 years ago.
“You know her?”
“I- I used to”, she stuttered.
“Erm, okay”, was the last thing the barmare said, as she handed Octavia her drink.
Octavia crossed the room to find a place to sit, from which she would be able to see the DJ booth the best she possibly could. Shortly after sitting down, a rather sad looking mare walked onto the stage, Double-checking her equipment. All of a sudden her eyes lit up, and she ran to the microphone.
Vinyl... she looks just the same as always... perhaps a little less happy.
“Yo, how is everypony doin'?”
The response of the crowd wasn't really enthusiastic, a few “Goods” and “Greats” from a few patrons, but no one sounded overly excited looking at the DJ.
“Aww, c'mon, you guys can do better than that!” This time the response was a loud cheer.
“Alright that’s better, now let’s start up some tracks!” And then she began. The music and beats blasted through the speakers and the lights started to flicker across the dance floor, illuminating the wildly dancing ponies.
Vinyl’s Playlist
Deniz Koyu - Follow You (feat. Wynter Gordon) Here
Dash Berlin - Man on the Run (Original Vocal Mix) Here
K12 & The Noisy Freaks - Snowflakes (Original Mix) Here
Rank 1 - Cosmomatic (Extended Mix) Here
Armin Van Buuren - Imagine (Original Mix) Here
Ali & Fila meet Roger Sarah - Perfect Love Here
About halfway through, Octavia had enough and started to walk through the cheering fans, muttering ”excuse me” or “sorry” every time she bumped into somepony. Finally, she broke through the last row of fans and continued to watch Vinyl playing her gig.
“Alright, last song of the night!”
The crowd started booing.
“Oh, c’mon, I did a lot of songs and hey, I was planning on taking the day off to remember a friend...”
Vinyl would take a day off just to remember... me?
“Alright, no time to waste! Let’s go!” And then she jumped into another song.
It’s still lost on me as to how anypony would like to.... listen to this kind of music, if you can even call it that. But Vinyl likes it, that's all that matters... Again, doubt crept its way back in Octavia's mind. Oh, Celestia, will she be mad? I hope she won't be mad. I mean, I was gone for two whole years. All I can hope is that she will understand why I left.
Deep in thoughts Octavia continued to stare at the DJ. Vinyl always plays on the same turntable, constantly upgrading it to its newest stats. She can’t help it. It was a gift from me. I can’t believe she kept it, it was the last gift from me before I left. She made up her mind. I need to talk to her.
Vinyl was bouncing to her keyboard to all those infernal knobs that can easily ruin amazing music. This way she was playing the last song. About halfway through she started looking through the crowd slowly scanning, registering every pony. Until her eyes fell on Octavia. Her grin dropped, the music stopped and she stared at her for what seemed like forever.
“T- T- Tavi?”
“H- hello Vinyl.”
As if on cue, the music stopped and the crowd waits expectantly.
“DISC!” Vinyl screamed.
“Yo!” said somepony from inside the crowd.
“Take over for me.”
“Gotcha!”
Author's Note
Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed my first chapter! If you did then please go here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/13H7rF9ROqJ77CO3zQvF22wKe9knvH2v3sRfKLQTCX6o/edit
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Chapter 2 -
“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
― Henry Ellis
The room was dim, not dark mind you, as dusty as it was it was one of the only quiet rooms in the club. Thus it was a quick choice for ponies who wanted to “Discuss” or do things that generally would not be allowed anywhere but at home. So there, one pony sat, while the other paced around in a circle. One pony, sitting calmly, dark haired and a bowtie, the other, electric blue hair, and purple glasses, complete opposites. Yet old friends.
“Two years... two whole years Octavia, what the buck happened?” Vinyl began as the club was slowly emptied of its members.
“I'm sorry Vinyl bu-”
“Was it because of the... the party? If that... I can forget and we never have to talk about it.” Vinyl quickly interrupted refusing to stop there.
“That added to it all Vinyl... I never knew... and well it was... quite... unexpected.”
“You never knew huh? Well I am! Was it a problem? Was it because it is who I am?”
“No Vin-”
“Because if it is then-”
“Vinyl if that was why, I would be a HYPOCRITE!!” Octavia nearly shouted the last word, once she did it was as if a huge weight was removed from her chest.
“What? I... thats-” Suddenly alert and standing still, wide eyed and a straight face.
“I uhh... well that was unexpected Octy.... I uhh, wow I suck at this....”
“Oh, you're fine Vinyl, I would be as shocked as you if a old friend came to you and said something like that.”
“I would hope so, this is, wow...”
Silence enveloped to two, the two used-to-be friends, the two opposites. Silence was in fact a virtue, giving each of them time to think. Thinking about what they used to be, thinking about what sent them away, thinking about, them. After a minute or two they continue their conversation.
“So, how was Canterlot?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“No.”
“Well then, don’t ask.” Octavia said jokingly
“Whatever, I was fine, thanks for asking, no depression for me, nope just happy me all the live-long motherbucking day.” Vinyl said as she began a rant.
“Well, I’m sorry I didn't-”
“Not like I missed you, c’mon lots of friends. So many friends who have known each other for a thousand buckin’ years leave without so much of a how-do-you-do.
“Vinyl, damnit, I said I was sorry, you caught me off guard, can we, you know... start over?
“No, we can start where we left off, minus that one night.
“Ha... so serious... where is the Vinyl Scratch I know?”
“She lost you...”
“So, friends?”
“We will see.” Vinyl said, at probably the high point for intelligence, she continued. “It takes a long time to grow an old friend, and even longer to get one back.”
“Who was that?” Octavia asked, knowing Vinyl couldn't think all that up by herself.
“John Leonard, with a little more... me.”
With that, the two sat for what seemed like an hour, but was only a few minutes, dead silence, sad, yet still happy. Complete opposites, yet friends. Maybe something more?
Author's Note
I'm sorry for the 500 word chapter, this is more of a setup, again sorry, next chapter will have 1,500+ (Probably) my editor wants to say something.
Editor’s Notes: Yay. Another chapter. Maybe he’ll continue to work on this, unlike certain other stories of his. He asked me to do a run over. I said I did. I lied (No, Sinny, I actually did). You can see that in the time that he has been gone, his writing has improved. I especially enjoyed that he let me add something to the playlist in chapter one and then take it away. He wouldn't even let me touch it before. Cutie Mark Crusaders Trust Building Exercise!
Sinny: I fucking hate that guy...
