I didn't expect to see her on my way home. I was coming home from one of my low paying DJ gigs at a new club in Canterlot, when I heard a distant faint noise. Slightly curious and really not wanting to go back to my stupid apartment that I'm probably going to get kicked out of next week, since money hasn't been good to me this year. Well actually money has never been good to me but I'm getting off topic. I went to the source and found myself standing in a dark alley that I think is the fancy Canterlot Concert Hall. I've never been in it since all they play is that boring classical music that puts me to sleep in seconds. My kind of music is the Dubstep kind, complete with the colorful lights shining on the dancing crowd as the crowd dances to my music. That's where I'm myself. With my loud music blazing and my head bobbing to the beat while the crowd smile and enjoy my talent. Its where I have no worries and nopony to tell me otherwise.

I used my unicorn magic to light up the darkness around me and I saw a mare. I recognized her as Octavia Philharmonica from the posters that are posted all around Canterlot. I see them everyday posted on the windows of diners and shops. Her long dark black mane was a mess and as she cried her eyes out. I quickly trotted over to her in concern that somepony had attacked her.

"Are you okay?" I asked trying to help her.
She stopped crying when she felt my hooves try to help her up and she looked into my purple tinted shades that hide my eyes from the world with her purple teared ones. She turned away from me suddenly.

"Just go away! Please..just leave me be.." She whispered.

"Octavia..right?" I asked and she nodded. "Well Octavia, why would a classy fancy famous mare like you be back here in the dark?"
She turned to face me and sighed, her eyes to the floor. "I-Its a long story.."
I looked up and saw the stars shining overhead. What time is it? I looked around nervously, well aware of the type of ponies who come out in this time of night.

"Well why don't you crash at my house tonight and you can tell me that long story." I suggested.
Octavia looked at me in surprise, "Oh no..I simply can't ask anymore of you. Now if you excuse me, I better go back to my home. I'm sure my parents are awfully worried at this point." She started walking away but I stopped her in her tracks.

"No! What are you thinking! Do you want to go out there alone? Do you know what kind of stallions are out there waiting for some mare like you to come around for them to mess around?"
Octavia looked away nervously at my words. She probably isn't used to being alone since shes usually being escorted everywhere. "O-Okay.. I"ll go with you."

I smiled and held out my hoof to her."My name is Vinyl Scratch! Also known as DJ PON3! Did I say your name correctly?"
She shook my hoof and smiled a bit. "Yes you did Miss Scratch."
After the introductions I showed her the way to my home. Well not really a home but more of an apartment but I know it as my home. The paint is peeling and the windows don't give a very good view unless you want to watch the restaurant owner next door throw away his trash. For some reason I started to worry about what Octavia might say since I picture her mansion of a house with silk sheets and ballrooms that hold those fancy grand balls that I hate and now she has to stay a night in my crappy home. But to my surprise she stayed silent as we arrived and we entered my home.

"Sorry this place isn't probably what your used to. I didn't really have time to make this place presentable for a guest." I laughed trying my best to pick up who knows what on the floor. Random records were scattered everywhere and cords and
Octavia smiled, "You sound like you do this on a regular basis Miss Scratch."

"Do what?" I asked.
"Saving random mares from the alley ways of Canterlot." She laughed.
"What kind of person do you think I am, Octy?" I smile. "Just for your information your the first."
"I feel honored." The Canterlot accent obvious in her voice.
I yawned and gestured to the couch. "I'll take the couch and you can sleep in my bed."
She opened her mouth to protest but I stopped her, "No buts! Your the guest so you get the bed. And don't worry about me. I've slept on this couch plenty times before so tonight isn't really gonna make much of a difference."

"Well..if you insist Miss Scratch. Thank you for hospitality." She says thankfully and goes down the small hallway to my bedroom. I heard the door click softly. I started to wonder why she was crying. What had happened? Most ponies in this city don't cry for fear that it'll ruin their precious make up and expensive outfits. I wonder if she'll ever tell me that story.
I snuggled into the couch as best as I could, ignoring the pain that it causes my back. I ignore the pain by telling myself that its worth it and I fell asleep slowly thinking of gray and purple..

Author's Notes:

Sorry its so short but its kind of a test. Hope you guys like the first chapter.