A few minutes later Vinyl and Octavia were having lunch and started talking about their jobs, "Isn't it weird that on both corners of the street we live in are our jobs? Me, the DJ, on the left side and you, the cellist, on the right side." Vinyl said breaking into laughter,
"Do you want to here me play?" Octavia asked after finishing her meal. Vinyl nodded and Octavia began to play until a somepony knocked on the door, "Now who could that be?" Octavia said as she opened the door to see a huge crowd of ponies gathered around her house, "Can I help you?"
"Is the DJ there?"
"Can we speak to DJ PON-3?"
"Where's DJ PON-3?"
While Octavia tried to calm them down Vinyl looked in the mirror and adjusted her mane to her natural style, "Everypony hush, please," Octavia said as she raised her voice and then silence finally came, "Now why is everypony here? And please speak one as a time."
"Ms Octavia Melody I presume?" A voice spoke out from the very back of the crowd,
"Yes, speaking, now who am I speaking to?" Octavia asked as the crowd made a path for the white Pegasus Stallion. He was wearing a grey jacket with a badge saying Music 4 Life.
Vinyl peaked through the window and saw a familiar face, it was one of her over-active fans, "I'm Jack Records and you've brought a random pony from the streets into your home! Not knowing who that pony is or why the pony was on the streets! For all you know that pony might be a criminal and now you're involved with his or her crimes!" He calmed down to catch his breath. Octavia was shocked at what she just heard and Vinyl heard a tear drop to the floor; she glanced at Octavia and saw her beginning to cry, "Nopony make her cry," She mumbled to herself and she went to the door, "Hay everypony!" The crowd screamed with excitement and clicking noises rose from every camera.
As Vinyl was signing autographs and having her picture taken Octavia wiped her eyes and walked back to the coffee table to clear up when something caught her eye. A white envelope with her name written on it was sitting on the couch, "What's this?" Octavia said to herself. The letter wrote:
To Octavia Melody,
I'm ready to leave your home if you want me to, I know you think this is too soon but I only live next door and I loved the night on the couch. By the way my room is full of work related stuff (DJ equipment and such) so I sleep on my couch a lot.
From Vinyl Scratch A.K.A. DJ PON-3
P.S. Please promise you won't tell ponies my real name.
"Ok. See ya. Bye, bye," Vinyl said as she shut the door and went towards Octavia, "Octavia?! Why are you crying?" Vinyl asked as Octavia looked up to face her with tears in her eyes, she hugged her tightly, "Please don't go, I don't want you to, please stay. Please Vinyl."
"Oh Octavia," Vinyl said softly with a warm smile, "You got my letter didn't you? I wasn't saying bye to you just then, I was saying goodbye to my fans." Vinyl stroked Octavia's head,
"But.. But the letter." Octavia said as Vinyl wiped away her tears,
"I meant I was ready to leave if you wanted me to." Vinyl laughed, "Ya know that Jack Records dude was jealous of you. He was so jealous that you let me sleep here when I passed out. He only wanted you to get rid of me so he could rescue me from my exhaustion like what you did yesterday." Octavia let go and wiped away her remaining tears and smiled.
"Want me to continue playing?" Octavia didn't need to ask and began playing. Vinyl listened to the beat and pressed the cutie mark on her saddle bag and it transformed into her DJ table. Octavia was speechless, "How did that transform into... That? It's bigger than your saddle bag yet it can fit inside no wonder it was a little heavy on your back. Can you explain?" Octavia said confused, "Sure I can. You see a friend of mine put a spell on it or something - since I'm not good with magic, anyway, the spell reacts to whatever I want out of the bag. For example, my DJ turntable; however, if it can already fit inside the bag the it wont transform. Get it?" Octavia nodded. "Oh, I also have one spare for a certain earth pony to put her cello, Grey, in. Here you go." Vinyl opened a latch on her turntable and puled out a saddle bag.
YOU ARE READING
Vinyl x Octavia
RomantizmSorry, no description for this because I wrote this story around 3 years ago and I found it while looking through some files of mine also I don't know what went through my head.
