Octavia's mother was pacing the marble floors of her living room with a fast pace and an angry look on her face. Octavia watched her with frustration. She really isn't in the mood for one of her mothers endless lectures.
"I can't believe you, Octavia!" She spat. "Showing up late to your performance last night! Do you know how many ponies were there? Practically all of Canterlot! Even Ren was there!"
"But mother I-" Octavia tried to speak.
"They all turned to me and asked where you were and I had to lie! You know how I hate lying!" She shuddered. "What's wrong with you all of the sudden? You keep disappearing all the time and missing important events that require your presence! I haven't built up this life for you to just throw it all away!"
Octavia stomped her hoof loud enough to stop her mother. "Well stop mother! Stop! This is my life! Not yours! What if I don't want to go to the performances to play my cello?"

Her mother gasped loudly, raising her hoof to her chest. "H-How could you say that Octavia!"
She shook her head and narrowed her eyes at her, "Do you ever ask me if I want to play in front of other ponies? Do you ask to see what I want? No you just tell me what to do. You tell me who to be friends with and who I have to love! I don't love Ren mother! He's so rude and all her cares about is himself!" Octavia screamed causing the maids around them that were slowly cleaning to stop in surprise at her outburst.
"How dare you say such things! He is a good stallion that comes from a wealthy family! Don't ruin this chance and disappoint me any further!" Her mother screamed at her.
Tears fell down Octavia's eyes as her mother screamed at her. Her voice echoing through the large halls in their enormous home.
"You-You just don't understand!" She whispered before running away sobbing to her room upstairs. Octavia threw herself onto her bed, burying her face into the silk covers as it soaks up her tears.
When she calmed down, she stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours. "Why can't she just listen? For once why can't she just listen?" She thought to herself. "I hate this! I hate this house. I hate my parents. I hate these people. I hate Canterlot!"
"Octy? Whats wrong?" Octavia turned and saw Vinyl.
"V-Vinyl?" She stuttered through her tears.
"Yep its me!" She smiled a bit before laying beside her, "Now whats wrong?"
"I hate it here Vinyl! No one cares about me! My mother won't listen! I don't love him.. but she doesn't care about what I think.."
"Come stop your crying Octy...it'll be alright.." She brought the distressed mare into her white hooves and tried her best to comfort her. Octavia smiled a bit and pulled away to look into Vinyl's shades. She felt a sudden warmth in her cheeks as Vinyl smiled at her as she continued to stoke Octavia's long soft mane. Vinyl leaned in... closer.. her lips just barely meeting Octavia's... when the door swung open with a loud bang that almost caused cracks.
"How dare you Octavia!" Her mother screamed. The guests behind her gasped in horror. "You dirty filthy fillyfooler!" The others charged at her as she screamed, trying to hold Vinyl tighter but she only grasped air. She was gone. She sobbed as her mother raised her hoof to strike her...

Octavia gasped awake. Her mane felt like it was stuck to her coat. She hyperventilated as she looked around her surroundings. She was definitely in her room and there was no cracks on the wall because of the door and there seemed to be no angry mob of fancy ponies out to get her. She sighed and laid back down. Fillyfooler.

She isn't one is she? No. No! Octavia shuddered at the thought of her mom hearing that she's a fillyfooler. She would hate her.. and probably cast her out alone with nothing. But she can't help but remember the way Vinyl's hooves felt around her and the feel of a sudden warmth in her cheeks as Vinyl leaned in...
She shook her head. It was just a dream. A dream. Nothing more. Right?
With no feeling to go back to sleep she threw open the window and let the cool night breeze got through her mane. The only sounds was the wind and her sigh of contentment as she sat on the window seal and rested her head on her hooves as she stared out into the streets of the city. Then suddenly she grabbed her pink bow tie from her night stand and ran out of her room and the house to go see a certain pony that she knew would be awake at this hour of the night.

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The beats from the powerful loud music could be heard from miles. The bright colorful lights shinned against the windows as it went along with the music. Vinyl Scratch smiled as she looked over her enthusiastic crowd through her shades as her hooves worked at a quick pace against the turn tables in front of her. Its been awhile since she's played at a place like this. Thank Celestia for having the regular DJ get sick and her getting hired temperately. She can't believe the amount of ponies around her, cheering her on to play. But this is the other side of Canterlot so she doesn't expect a fancy pony to even step one hoof in this place. Well.. until.. now.
She leaned forward to see who had just entered and saw a familiar earth pony. It was no other then Octavia. She looked quite out of place among the crowd with her gray coat and long dark mane with her pink bow tie perfectly around her neck. The mares snickered at her and whispered among themselves at the sight of her. The stallions seemed to stare a little too long for Vinyl's liking.
Vinyl quickly set up a play list of songs to buy her some time as she got lost into the crowd.
Octavia was beginning to regret coming in here. She tried her best to avoid their stares and crude comments. The loud music and blinding lights were starting to overwhelm her. Her senses were dazed with the strong smell of cheap perfume and alcohol. She sighed. Where's Vinyl?
She yelped at the sudden pull of a drunk stallion who slurred some words that she couldn't make out. She coughed at the smell of his strong breath. "Please let me go!" She gasped trying to shove away but he wouldn't let her go. But then he was harshly pushed away by somepony.
"Let her go!" Vinyl shouted pushing Octavia behind her for protection.
The stallion laughed, "And what are yooou going to doo about it?"
Vinyl's eyes narrowed and she got into his face, "If you touch her, I swear I WILL make you pay for it!"
The man smirked, "FillyFooler eh? Should have known. You freaks!" Then he staggered back into the crowd.
Vinyl turned to Octavia in concern. "Are you okay, Tavi? He didn't hurt you did he?"
Octavia shook her head, "N-No he didn't."
Vinyl sighed in relief, "Okay, good. I'm sorry. I guess I should have warned you."
"Its not your fault, Vinyl." Octavia smiled, "Thanks for saving me."
"It's nothing Octy!" Vinyl smiled and looked back at her turntables at the top of the stage. "Would you like to watch me work my magic?"
Octavia nodded and followed her through the crowd. "This place is quite interesting. I've never been in a place like this."
Vinyl laughed, "I kinda guessed that! Just watch out for now on."
Octavia stood next to Vinyl as she watched her change the song. She saw that Vinyl looked like she was in pure bliss by the way her hooves made the music move and her head moved to the beat. She smiled at the sight. Even though she is unfamiliar with this genre of music that was giving her a slight headache, she enjoyed to see Vinyl happy. At least one pony was happy to perform in front of others. These ponies seemed to really enjoy it.

Octavia's used to having the crowd completely quiet and having their eyes stare at her as they sit still and listen. That's why she keeps her eyes closed when she plays her cello, she doesn't want to look into their awaiting eyes that she knows will judge her every little mistake. She glanced at Vinyls shades. Does she do the same? Why does she never take those off? She shrugged off the questions, telling herself that it was probably kind of like why she wears her bow tie everyday. She's just used to it. It makes her look formal.
"Octy are you havin' fun?" Vinyl asked loudly so that she could hear her, snapping Octavia out of her thoughts.
Octavia smiled. "Yes Vinyl. I can see that the crowd is enjoying you."
Vinyl leaned against her tables and laughed, " Ya.. they do. I haven't played in a popular place like this in.. Celestia knows how long. It'll be good since I definitely need the money."
Ever since they had begun to hang out a almost every other day, Octavia has always feel bad for Vinyl. Living in Canterlot is difficult when you can't find a decent job and Vinyl would probably croak when she would see the mansion of a house that she's living in with her parents. The money that she makes in one concert is probably what Vinyl makes in a whole year of playing at random places. But even so she was glad to see that Vinyl was happy to be doing what she loved even though it would be difficult to get money. She never gives up.

Author's Notes:

Sorry about the sucky ending.. and I understand that the pacing may not be to your liking but I'm trying. Hope you enjoy.