Twilight Sparkle Doesn't Like Loud Music
All she wanted was peace and quiet. Was that all too much to ask? Twilight Sparkle asked herself this as yet another ground-throbbing song emanated itself through her bones. She growled as one of her beloved ink dishes was being slowly pushed to the edge of the shelf from the vibrations. Vinyl Scratch enjoyed testing the limits of how high she could pump the volume of her musical DJ tables. Twilight thought anything louder than what could be heard through earphones was grounds for reprimanding.
Vinyl had moved her home to her side of town because of one or two unfortunate incidents with the pony nursing home that she used to live by. Other ponies didn’t seem to mind the day into night music that came from the house. Twilight pitied them so. How it must be blissful to be free from the quiet sighs of nature, and instead having to listen to that incessant music. It wasn’t that Twilight despised the new “Dubstep and Electronic music”; it was just that she hated the continuity of it day and night, specifically when she was working. Which just so happened to be day and night. She groaned as the pillow she was lying on started to vibrate itself around the room.
“How does she never get old of that blasted music? Speaking of which, why does she have to blast it?!” Twilight growled towards the ceiling. Spike shrugged as he walked by with a stack of books.
“I don’t mind it so much, and other ponies like having the music around. Loosen up, Twi.” He said. “The music is nice to have around because it makes it different around here. And because you won’t let me listen to my own music.” He grumbled the last sentence. Twilight looked up at Spike and said
“Music is a distraction, and distractions are inhibitive of work concentration, and it is imperative that we maintain a workplace equilibrium of concentration.” Spike looked at her for a moment before walking off mumbling to himself
“Imper, imperat,” Twilight shouted after him,
“It means important!” An unexpected lull in the noise made her perk up. Hopefully she could get in a quick paragraph for her essay she was writing for the princess. Her quill whipped to and fro across the page as she tried to scribble as many words as possible before the inevitable start of the music again. Unfortunately, the music did start again at the most inopportune time. Just as she levitated the ink dish up to meet the quill, a blast of wubs found itself into her concentration, and she flung the ink down upon the paper in a fit of surprise. “UGHH!” she growled as yet another paper was ruined.
She flung it into the wastebasket that had at least ten other such ruined reports. She looked at the growing pile of ink stained papers and looked back at the dwindling pile of parchment in front of her. She continued to look between the two before muttering
“Well I can see a definite pattern here. I can see that nothing important is going to happen tonight unless I do something to stop it.” She got up and stormed down the stairs, a mission in her head. She walked past Spike, who was bobbing his head to the pulsating beat coming through the floorboards. He climbed up a ladder to put some books away when another drop hit. The books flew out of his hands, and he hung on to the sides for dear life.
“This music is…amazing!” He shouted with a huge grin on his face even as he was shaken loose from the ladder and he went plummeting towards the floor. He landed hard on his face, but it seemed he didn’t mind the harsh impact. He merely got up, shouted “WOO!”, before running off to get more books. Twilight watched the odd spectacle before shaking her head and walking out the door. As she looked down a few houses, she saw the offending abode. A prismatic differential in colors seeped through the windows.
Twilight shuddered to think of the horrors she’d meet inside when she was planning on talking to Vinyl. Twilight reached the door and began pounding on it. “Vinyl! Are you in there? We need to talk!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. She saw it was to no avail, and instead just opened the door. She was greeted with
“We don't want to live under a world government, of the corporations, by the corporations, and for the corporations.” Twilight was confused at first until she heard the dreaded buildup that signified a drop.
“No no no no nonono!” She futilely yelled before her ears were assaulted with a multitude of cacophonous noises. She could feel her hair being blown backwards by the sheer noise of the music being produced. “It feels like my ears are being blown apart!” She yelled, covering her ears as if it would protect them.
“That means it’s working!” A certain blue haired pony yelled back before pulling Twilight in and slamming the door behind them. Twilight tentatively opened her eyes and saw lights of all different colors flashing in quick repetition around her. The noise finally ebbed away some, at least enough to where Twilight could actually hear her own thoughts again.
“Vinyl, we need to talk about the noise of your music.” Vinyl grinned.
“Awesome. Is it earsplitting, vociferous, and deafening?”
“Um, yes, but not in the best way I can imagine…” Twilight trailed off. On cue she heard
“We don’t want to live for the corporations.” And another drop kicked in, this one louder than the first. This drop had a violin repeating in the background, and it was playing a high note. Twilight just closed her eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for it to be over. Vinyl just flung herself into her chair and let out what Twilight presumed to be a blissful, appreciative sigh.
Once the drop ended and Twilight could feel the song was ending, she quickly muted the soundboard and pulled the plug out of the wall. She looked over at Vinyl, who simply stared at her back, grinning all the while.
“Well? How was it?” She finally broke the somewhat awkward silence.
“It was…uh, loud?” Twilight said with a small wince. Then she shook her head and said “But I didn’t come here to examine your songs. I came here to talk to you about how loud you play them. I have no problem with you playing your music loudly. I just don’t appreciate how you seem to do it of all hours of the day. All I ask of you is that you turn down the volume on that…music thing down.”
“Hey, man, I don’t think my music is that loud.” Vinyl spoke defensively. In response, Twilight plugged the machine back in and blasted a drop for a few seconds, then stopped when she heard the shattering of glass. She walked to the door opened it, and pointed at the library window that had been broken by the noise. “Heh, uh maybe I can afford to turn it down a bit.” Twilight smiled, satisfied with herself.
“Thank you for your cooperation, Vinyl. I bid you a good day.” She cantered out of Vinyl’s house and headed back towards the library. She stopped short when she noticed that she had effectively broken all the windows in her library in a demonstration. “Ugh, could this day get any worse? I didn’t finish that essay for Princess Celestia, I wasted all my paper and ink on it, and now all my windows are broken.”
A magical ball of green fire erupted out the broken window, with a huge plume of smoke. Spike followed, jumping out to get away from the flames.
“Twilight, you were right about concentration, I was too focused to listening to the music that I may have accidentally breathed fire all over the library. Twilight sighed, looked down towards the ground and muttered
“God dammit.”
