Diary One
This day was an ordinary day in Autumn, nothing new or terribly exciting. Everypony stayed inside and snuggled with their families, how nice. Most shops in Ponyville were closed around this time, 9:00 pm. Though one building was still going on for the night, ‘The \Scratch/ Club’. On any other day, ponies could hear rave music going through the roof. Tonight however, the only music heard was smooth jazz from an old radio. The usual disc jockey there, Vinyl Scratch, or by her stage name, DJ-P0n3, sat on the bar counter. She was white with a messy blue mane, and her cutie mark was a backwards double quaver(♫). She always wore her purple rave sunglasses, even at night, refusing to take them off.
The bartender of the club, a stallion with a glass pitcher cutie mark named Morris, felt worried for Vinyl, he asked “Hey, Vinyl, shouldn’t you be up there on the mixer playing for everypony?”
“Morris, do you see anypony here besides us?” Muttered Vinyl drunkenly.
He scanned the room and saw only a few colts and, oddly enough, an old mare by the name of Granny Smith. Not really the usual raging crowd they saw every night. Morris responds, “Well, there are a few ponies out, you could liven them up a little. ” Looking at Granny Smith, “-Especially her, she looks like she could die any minute due to uh, boredom.”
The sickly looking DJ made sharp eye contact with the bartender, and rudely said, “Look, I don’t need you to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. Just give me another Blue Curaçao again!” Morris went to get another glass and brought that strange bottled blue liquid out. He pulled the cork out of it, the smell of wet dog evaporated into the air, making him cough. He poured it into the glass and served her, Vinyl immediately put her hooves around it and gulped it down.
“Ughh, how can you drink that stuff?” Morris asked in revolt. “How can you sell it?” Vinyl retorted back. Morris looked away in stupidity and facehoofs.
For the rest of the night, Vinyl just sat on the counter drinking and every so often slipping in and out of consciousness. After the club closed at 2:00 am, the tired pony walked home clumsily to her white and blue striped house near the Ponyville town centre. She opened the door to her house and walked through the hallway adorned with musical notes and sheet music. Why she had these complicated manuscripts of music being a disc jockey, was a good question.
Going through another long day at work, Vinyl was relieved to slip into her warm, cozy, white and blue striped circle bed. She looked up at the ceiling and observed the same normal, white, fire-proof (don’t ask), popcorn-style ceiling. Vinyl took off her infamous purple shaded sunglasses off, and on to her nightstand. She pulled on her nightstand drawer, and took out a book, looking closer, the book was titled ‘Diary’. She opened that purple, white, and blue colored diary and started to write her day down.
10/24/2011
Dear Diary,
What did I do today? I did what I usually do, get up, eat, and go work at the club... Actually, one thing I didn’t do was get to see her... She was usually there every night I worked, well, she used to be there. Sharing drinks and dancing with the other ravers. I’ve just become so used to seeing her with me. Does she hate me? We haven’t seen each other for 2 weeks! I know she has her own stuff to do, but she could have at least showed up and said hi or something... I hope she comes tomorrow or I’ll be sad forever. Ughh...where are you Tavi?
Vinyl Scratch
Vinyl woke up the next morning, headed to her bathroom and looked in the mirror to find her hair was neatly parted, she proceeded to frizzle it up. frustrated, she yells “Stupid mane, stop doing that!” After that, she glanced at her eyes, crimson red, an unusual eye color, but hers nevertheless. She put on her sunglasses and left her home. “Well, time to go to work, without her there again.” Vinyl says to herself. She walks down to the \Scratch/ Club when Morris stops her at the door.
Blocking the entrance to her, he says bluntly, “Vinyl, you don’t work today.” Surprised, she tries to correct him, “What? I saw my schedule yesterday, today is my longest day!” Morris grunts, “Oh no, after you not doing anything yesterday for being depressed, I don’t want you to do it again. Besides, you get a day off, enjoy it!”
Seeing as how she couldn’t get past him, she trotted off to the marketplace. After walking for a few minutes, she sees a barrel full of grapes, ‘Nnnngh, Tavi’s favorite food.’ she thinks. ‘THAT‘S IT! I have to go see her NOW!’, with haste, she gallops to a friend of her father’s, a last generation earth pony racer who now goes by his old racing name, Red Rider. Seeing as how Red used to be a racer with his racecar cutie mark, Vinyl thought he could still have enough kick in him to take her to Canterlot, for she couldn’t do it by herself.
Upon reaching his home near the famous Apple Acres, Vinyl encounters him on his porch, “Vinyl, what are you doing here? I haven’t seen you since you were a little filly playing the --” She interrupts him, “Yeah, listen, can you drag me on a cart to Canterlot? I have to see a friend that I haven't talked to in a long time.” “Well, sure! I’ll getcha there faster than you can say ‘Red Rider is the fastest Stallion in Eque--’ ” He stops and notices Vinyl’s annoyed face. “Ummm...yeah, let’s get going, we can use this cart in my yard.”
The two of them set off when out of the blue, Vinyl asks Red a question, “Red, can I ask you something?”. Speaking simply, Red says, “Yes, Vinyl, what is it?” “What happened to you and my dad?”
Perplexed, he replies, “What do you mean? We’re still friends and all, we see each other every week or so.” She confesses, “I mean, well, I haven’t seen one of my friends for a couple of weeks, and I think she doesn’t like me anymore.”
He clears his throat and looks at the sky, “Oh...kay?" thinking for a minute running across the mountain path towards Canterlot, and saying, "I believe this happens to the best of friends, you see, only a true friend would search for you if you were not in their presence for a while. I think you are being a true friend to who we’re visiting now.”
They didn’t speak until their goodbye upon reaching Canterlot, where her friend lives. Vinyl immediently rushed to the ballroom of the castle, where she usually is.
“TAVI! I’VE BEEN--” That white pony screamed as she opened the doors. Bursting into a wedding between a black and white stallion, and a orange mare. “Oh, uhhh--DJ-P0N3’s in da house?...” Vinyl nervously says.
She looks through and around the astonished crowd, and sees Tavi with her ensemble in the outside garden playing to a rich garden party gathered around them. She was a sophisticated grey pony in a bow-tie with sharp purple eyes, a combed mane, and a G-Clef cutie mark.
She sighed, “What the...? there she is.” She ran outside and jumped out at Tavi, stopping the flow of classical music in the air. Tavi struggled to get back up, she exclaimed, “Vinyl Scratch! What are you doing?”
Vinyl smiled happily, her sunglasses knocked off, “Don’t say my last name! I just wanted to see you after you not showing up at my club for the past 2 weeks, Tavi!” Only getting frustrated, she says, “You know that my name is Octavia, and I've been booked for the past 2 weeks playing to all of these rich ponies.”
Realizing what she just said, she turns towards a group of overhearing ponies, “I mean no offense, really!” The overhearing ponies walk away and went back to their conversations, Octavia sighs. “Listen, I was going to come see you in 2 days...but I think you just scared off my appointments.”
Vinyl recollected her sunglasses and put them on, “Oh, you know that was all you, and great! Let’s go to my club, Tavi!” Having nothing else to do, she agreed, “Fine, but no drinking tonight, ok?”
Vinyl grinned, “Oh, that’s no fun!” Upon seeing Octavia’s stare, “...Or maybe it will be?”
This time however, The \Scratch/ Club was filled with ponies, maybe it had something to do with Octavia lifting Vinyl’s spirits? What a raging party, strobe lights everywhere and a colorful dance floor, and of course, DJ-P0N3‘s signature dj-ing. Closing at 2:00 am again, everypony was tired and went home happily, Vinyl and Octavia came out together tiredly as well.
“Whew, what a night, right, Tavi?” Vinyl yawned.
Octavia concurred, “I told you my name is...--ughh, too tired, it was pretty fun though.”
Suddenly, Vinyl became forced to ask, “Hey, um, can you stay the night at my house, please?”
“Oh, well I told you that I have to...wait you ruined those, eh, so I guess I will.” Octavia said, Caught off guard. Vinyl, without delay, squeed.
