I woke up to the sound of loud knocking. Groaning, I stretched my aching muscles and yawned, moving my wild blue mane out of my face. Who would be at my door this early in the morning? I sighed and opened my door to see a flustered mare. This mare is definitely older and she kinda looks like Octavia except that her mane is light brown with a couple gray streaks probably caused by stress.
Before I could ask her who she was or why she's even at my house she had pushed her way through into the room. "Octavia!" She called out. Her voice frantic with worry. She turned toward me with narrow eyes and a hard jaw. "What have you done to my daughter, you ruffian!"
I backed up a bit at her sudden outburst and was about to reply but stopped as I saw Octavia enter. Her eyes widened.
"Mother?" Octavia said surprised, "What are doing here?!"
Her mother ran and hugged her tightly. "Oh, Octavia! I've been so worried! Nopony saw you after your concert last night and we were worried sick! And then I heard that this uncouth mare had took you! She hasn't harmed you in any way has she?"
Octavia stiffened at the sudden hug but didn't return it, "No! Of course not mother! I-I had some problems getting back home and she offered a place for me to stay the night."
I stepped closer to her mother in attempt to introduce myself, "I assure you Mrs. Philharmonica that nothing bad happened. I was only worried about her safety and would never harm her." I raised my hoof to shake hers but instead she just glared and turned away with her head held up high in snooty way.
"Octavia you have a very special performance tonight that is very crucial!" She grabbed Octavia's hoof to drag her out. "We have to get going!"
Octavia sighed and turned to me, "Thank you..Miss Scratch. For everything. Maybe we can get together some time? Maybe go for a bite?"
I smiled. "Sounds great!"
I don't have many friends besides the ponies that I meet at the clubs and they are usually high, drunk, or just plain crazy. But Octavia's somehow different. I didn't think a sophisticated pony like her would even talk to me. Most ponies take one look at me and once they see my wild two tone blue mane and shiny purple shades they instantly shower me with insults that sometimes I don't even understand. I swear, it seems like the have their own special language.
Octavia quickly glanced at her mother who was waiting impatiently at my doorway, tapping her hoof. "Sorry about my ill tempered mother. How about I come by around noon tomorrow since I have a show in the evening?"
"Perfect."
And with a small smile and the sound of her mother slamming the door shut, she was gone. With a sigh I looked around the messy now empty room and got out the tracks that I'm going to use for tonight's performance. Well at least I finally have something to look forward to.

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My dreams are always filled with nothing. Nothing that I can really remember. I don't know if I should blame the fact that I may or may not have drank too much last night or if I'm just plain strange. I laughed slightly. Probably both.
The bright sunlight hurt my eyes and it came through my small dusty window. I stretched while the bones in my back popped loudly and I sighed with content. I use my magic to bring my glasses onto my face. I get ponies asking me everyday why I wear them and I just laugh and say that it makes me look cool. Which is true but not the reason why I wear them. I wear them to hide the past and all of its dark contents.
Slowly I got up, the bed creaking softly at the sudden movement. But I froze at the sound of soft knocking. My eyes grew wide as it all came back at me. Octavia. Noon. Eating. Crap...
I got ready faster then I ever have before. I attempted to brush my unruly mane and brush my teeth in record time. I opened the door quickly to see a startled Octavia who still had her hoof raised to knock. Her eyebrows raised slightly and pink bow tie sitting perfectly around her neck.
"Sorry Octy! Didn't mean to scare you!" I laughed locking the door behind me.
She smiled a bit, "Did you forget that I was coming over?"
"What makes you say that?" I asked.
"Well I heard a lot of quick muffling when I first knock and the fact that you were quick to open the door." She giggled. Gosh, her giggle is so cute. Even with her Canterlot formal ways I could tell the least bit of freedom in her giggle. No Vinyl! I screamed at myself at my head. You can't fall for her! She's nothing like you. What are you compared to a beautiful sophisticated mare like her? Nothing.
I tried to push the voices out my head but they wouldn't stop nagging me so I hid my emotions with a smile, "Okay you got me Octy! I have gigs all night so its normal for me to sleep in all morning. I prefer the night to the day."
"I see." She replied as we walked down the streets of Canterlot. The well dressed ponies continued to send glances my way of pure annoyance but I just smiled to them. Octavia noticed it too but continued to walk beside me.
"So where are we gonna go, Octy?" I asked noticing that we where passing a lot of restaurants that I thought a pony like her would want to go to.
She looked at me with a slight smile and said, "Well I knew that you'd probably not want to go to those certain places and I don't want to make you uncomfortable so I picked a place that I enjoy going to once in awhile that's on the edge of Canterlot."
I relaxed at the thought of not going to one of those restaurants where she'll just get disgusted looks and mean comments.
We eventually reached a small diner that looked a little old but also friendly. The little bell dinged loudly as we came through the door.
"Well hello Octavia!" The mare cleaning the counters greeted us. The aged mare's white hair was pulled back into a hair net and her yellow uniform on as she sent us a bright happy smile. "How have you been doin'?"
Octavia smiled back approaching her, "Fine as always Rosie. You?"
She gestured to the seats in front of the counter, "Fantastic! We've actually been quite busy these last couple days!"
We sat down on the tattered swivel chairs. "I'm glad to hear that Rosie. Its better to make bits and be busy then no work at all." Octavia said looking over the menu.
"Who's your friend Octavia?" Rosie asked handing me a cup of what I guess is coffee.
"I'm Vinyl Scratch. And your name is Rosie?" I said sipping the coffee.
"Yep! Its nice to meet ya Vinyl! Any friend of Octavia here is welcome in my diner any day!" She exclaimed shaking my hoof. She stared into my shades with curiosity. "You don't look like you live around here Vinyl! Are you visiting?"
Octavia looked at me with the same curiosity and waited for my answer.
"Nope! I was born here and have lived here my whole life if you can believe that. This place may not be my style but its the only place that I know." I said hoping that this conversation wouldn't get so personal about my life.
"I hear ya Vinyl. My family has owned this little diner here for generations and there are times when we've almost had to shut down because of the lack of business. The residents only want that that expensive food that doesn't fill ya up! Have you seen their food these days?" She laughed. "Its no wonder why their so skinny and Good lookin'!"
We both laughed along with her. "I still don't understand why my parents love that." Octavia shook her head sighing.
Rosie smiled at her, "Octavia here is actually the only fancy pony to come back to my diner!"
"What can I say? I love the chat and this coffee is to die for." Octavia said handing Rosie her cup to fill back up.
Rosie giggled filling her cup up and mine. "Ah yes gossiping about all about those posh ponies out there is quite fun.."
I turned to Octavia, "I'm very surprised Octy. Didn't think you'd enjoy coming to a place like this."
She smiled and set her coffee down, "Well haven't you figured out that I'm not a normal Canterlot pony?"
"I've figured that out from the moment I met you." I grinned taking a sip. We ordered our meals and watched Rosie take our menus and go into the back.
I frowned thinking about whether or not to ask her about what had happened to her yesterday. Octavia noticed my sudden silence and looked at me in concern. "Are you alright Vinyl?" She asked.
I slowly looked at her and into her deep purple eyes, "Why were you crying yesterday, Octy?"
She broke away from my gaze. "I-I don't want to bother you with my troubles Vinyl. Its a boring story that I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear."
I placed my hoof on top of hers, "Tell me."
"Ever since I was born I've been nothing but a doll to my parents. I was made to be dressed up and perfect. Everything I do depends on my future. Everything I do is judged and held against me. Everyone is so rude! No one cares! All they care about is themselves. Ever since I started to play my Cello as a filly my father would make me practice for hours on end until every note in a piece was perfect. My mom just sat back and watched him yell at me with no emotion on her face." Tears pricked in her eyes as she continued. "Yesterday I played at an important performance and missed a few notes that my father noticed... after the show.. he hit me across the face, saying that I'm lazy and not professional. Then I kinda lost it. I ran out of the concert hall and then you found me.."
I surprised her by wrapping my hooves around her and hugged her gently. Letting her cry on my shoulder as I thought about her story. I would have never expected that. On the way here she looked so content. A small smile on her lips and big eyes watching. Who knew that there was so much pain in those eyes. No one around would have probably cared if they heard her story. They wouldn't have hugged her and told her that everything is okay.
I stroked her long soft dark mane and whispered in her ear, "It'll be okay Octy... You don't have to let others choose for you. You don't have to let others rule your life."
Octavia's crying softened into some sniffles. "I-I'm just afraid to.." She whispered.
"And your dad is wrong. If anypony's professional its you. I can tell that without even going to one of your concerts." I said pulling away. I was surprised to see a hint of a blush on her cheeks at my comment. I smiled. Happy to see that she isn't saddened anymore. I didn't even notice that Rosie was watching from the kitchen doorway wiping away her own tears with her flower printed apron.

Author's Notes:

Thanks for all of the likes,favorites, and comments for the first chapter! I definitely wanted to make this chapter longer and better. I'm sorry for some errors that you might find. I'm not the best at grammar. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter.