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It only continued to go in and out of Vinyl’s mouth. Frothing with white liquid. Vinyl never stopped as is only went faster and faster, then she pulled the toothbrush out, she spat into the sink and rinsed her mouth (You perverts. Don’t pretend you weren’t thinking about it). She smiled and stared into the mirror. Her teeth were pearly white as always. Record Scrape walked in and yawned.

      “Hey, got a brush I could borrow?” Record Scrape asked

      “Buck no.”

      “Aw c’mon, I’m like, you. There’s no difference.”

Vinyl Scratch contemplated it for a while before finally giving in.

      “Fine.”

Meanwhile...

In the room of Octavia Philiharmonica, the grey mare was only just beginning to stir. She rolled onto her side and felt her nose rub with that of another pony’s. She opened her eyes and found herself face to face with a very much awake Octavio.

Octavio was just as flushed as Octavia. His eyes were wide and filled with shock. The two grey ponies simply stared into each other’s eyes before finally Octavia looked away. Octavio followed heed. The two pony’s faces burned red. Octavia sat on the edge of the bed and cleared her throat. Octavio remained in his spot on the bed. Cheeks still burning rosy red.

      “So are you gonna go wash up first or-”

Octavia simply got up and walked into the bathroom before Octavio could even finish.

      “Well, guess that answer’s that.”

Half an hour later...

The four ponies sat around a mahogany table. Octavia and Octavio were sitting on the table, a stack of pancakes in front of them. They paid it no attention though as their eyes were fixed on the two DJ’s.

      “Where’s the cereal?” Vinyl asked

      “*sigh* You poured it all into the toilet thinking it was a bowl.” Octavia explained

      “Oh. So, what do we do now?”

      “Why, you have to go do whatever-you-do and I have a performance with the band.”

      “What about me and ‘Tavio?” Record asked

      “Stop calling me that.” The grey colt said

      “Annoying isn’t it?” Octavia asked

      “Tell me about it.”

      “So, what DO we do?” Record Scrape asked

Octavia stared at them for a while. Though it was never made official, between her and Vinyl, they had decided that Octavia was WAY more suitable for leadership.

      “Simple. We’ll bring you to our jobs and see how you fare.” Octavia said

      “Sounds fine by me.” Octavio said

      “Alright, just let me finish up and we’ll get going.”

      “Can’t wait to introduce you to the club!” Vinyl said squeezing Record Scrape’s foreleg.”

An hour later...

Vinyl Scratch and Record Scrape walked through the empty club. The only ponies there were themselves, the two bouncers, Juggernaut, a muscular red colt with a blue mane, and Musclemass, a black colt with a grey mane who was just as muscular as his friend, were hanging out by the bar, the bartender, Aftermix, a black and white colt with a mane that resembled blazing fire was making a drink for himself, he waved at the two white ponies as they walked past. And finally, some of the employees were sweeping the floor.

      “Real lively place huh?” Record Scrape whistled

      “That’s ‘cause it isn’t night yet.”

      “Oh right.”

      “Don’t you know?”

      “Not until just now. Weird, it’s like my mind is downloading info every five seconds.”

Vinyl Scratch and her genderbent self walked towards the stage. Close to the edge sat a familiar grey box made of metal.

      “Remember that?” Vinyl Scratch asked

      “Yea. The Bass Cannon.”

      “How’d you know?”

      “I dunno. I just do.”

      “Oh well, let’s do a sound test to make sure the equipment’s okay.”

Vinyl Scratch turned on the speakers and her soundboard. She began pressing a few buttons, spinning a couple of disc. The sound came out loud and clear. She continued and soon a catchy little beat was formed. Record grinned, Vinyl flashed a smile.

      “C’mon, don’t be shy.”

Soon Record Scrape jumped in and soon they were spinning disc, flipping switches and basically making music in general. They never bumped into each other or messed up even though they did not say a word, it was as if they were reading each other’s minds. Soon they were producing beats that any top level DJ would’ve found intimidating.

They finished up and looked each other in the eye. Vinyl Scratch had a certain flash in her blood red eyes (Yea I know they’re supposed to be magenta, but blood red looks better darn it). Record Scrape had an almost maniacal grin on his face.

      “Looks like we’re ready to get this party started.” Record said

Meanwhile...

Octavia and her genderbent self walked through the backstage area. The other band members continued polishing, practising and basically prepping themselves for the performance. Most of the band members gave Octavio a long stare before going back to whatever they were doing.

      “Why are they staring at me like that?” Octavio asked

Octavia took one look at him, now that she actually had time to slowdown and take a good look at him, she found out that he was everything a colt could be. Shiny black mane, well built body, not too muscled not too out of shape or skinny either. Maybe, just maybe...

Octavia shook that thought out of her head. Octavio was staring at her with a raised eyebrow.

      “I’m fine.” Octavio

      “Are you sure? I mean your face was turning all red and all-”

      “Yes I’m fine! Now move along. We have to go find Cribler and see if he has an extra cello we could borrow.”

Within a matter of minutes, Octavia and Octavio had arrived at the storage room where Cribler usually hung out in. Octavia knocked on the door and entered. Inside was a dark blue colt with a black mane. His cutiemark was a black line that resembled that of a life line.

      “Good afternoon Cribler.” Octavia greeted

      “Why, hello there Octavia. Who’s that? Your coltfriend?” Cribler asked in his English accent

      “N-no!”

      “Your brother?”

      “Then who is he?”

      “Some random colt I met. Anyways, would you happen to have an extra cello by any chance?”

Cribler turned around and opened an enormous cupboard. He began rummaging through the contents within.

      “Ah! Here we go!”

Cribler pulled out a cello. It was a bit dustier but condition-wise it was identical to Octavia’s.

      “A tad bit dusty, but it should play fine.”

      “Thanks.” Octavia said

Octavio swung the instrument across his back and followed Octavia as she walked through the door and back outside to the backstage area.

      “So, what do we do now?” Octavio said

      “Simple. We practise.”

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