Octavia, a grey earth pony was practicing her cello in her room. She was practicing more than usual because she was determined to get back to the top.

Ever since the incident at the grand galloping gala Octavia has been having money trouble. Because of a certain pink pony ruining her performance it's been very hard trying making a living. She's been running low on Bits and was trying to make enough for food, rent, and any other necessities.

She managed to get in on a four pony musical group for a little backyard party in the castle grounds at Canterlot Castle, which helped her for a while but it still wasn't enough. She knew she had to get help but was refusing to get any.


About three weeks later after the backyard party she was getting kicked out of her house for not having enough money for rent.

"Wait just a moment! If you would please give me just a couple more days, I promise I'll have enough Bits for rent! I promise! Please I beg of you! You can't do this to me!" Octavia said as tears started to form in her eyes.

Her landlord, Fredrick, practically had to force her out himself. "Can't do that. You knew when rent was due and I sent you the three days notice. You had your chance and you blew it!"

And with one list hard push Octavia was in the front yard of her used to be home. "Now stay out if you know what's good for you! And take your stupid instrument with you!" Fredrick threw the cello, which was inside its case, at Octavia and locked the door, leaving her there weeping.


So there she was, outside in front of what used to be her home, with nothing but a few Bits, her cello, and the tears on her eyes. She was figuring out what to do now, trying to make a plan. She went to some of her classy friends of hers but they weren't any help.

Now she was just strolling around, not sure on what to do know, thinking this was all over for her.

"Octavia? Is that you?"

Octavia stop moving as soon as she heard that voice. 'That voice…it sounds so familiar.' She was trying to figure out the pony of who's that voice belong to, which was taking a little time.

"Uhhh, Octavia? Did you here me? You are Octavia right?"

Then Octavia's eyes grew wide. "Can it be? Is it really her?" She then finally turned her head to the fellow pony.

"Vinyl?"

End of Chapter 1