18+ I met her at night. She had a story to tell, and I had a quill to write it down. Rounds of drinks passed one after another, and finally, she left, visibly inebriated, but, as I hoped, a little relieved. I'd been just a stranger before, just another face in the crowd of her admirers, but now I know her better than anypony else. Ladies and gentlecolts, this is Vinyl Scratch.

/Cover art by the magnificent Paulwerewolf

Please read the Author's Note before reading the story: it might clear up some things.