Vinyl woke up, her mane a mess, coated in sweat, and wet in… another place. She sighed heavily. I must have been dreaming about her again. She hated herself for it, but there was nothing she could do. Slowly she untangled herself from the bed sheets, and hauled herself out of bed. She reluctantly dragged herself over to the shower, and stepped inside. She turned the hot water on, and let the cascades of water flow down her body, freeing her of last night's lingering dreams. She took surprising care in scrubbing herself clean, and washed her mane out carefully.

Finally, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed. She trotted over to the bed and replaced the sheets, throwing the dirty ones into a pile of used sheets in the corner, that had a sign on the wall above it that read: To be washed. Underneath was a side note which she had scrawled in a drunken stupor, Eventually. She wasn't a filthy mare, she was just very preoccupied, usually with her music, and now with this. Once again her mind drifted back to that mare, her rich, violet eyes, her lustrous mane, the way… the way she's too good for me. She'd known it all along, really. Vinyl was just a street wise disc jockey from the wrong side of Ponyville, and she was the daughter of two upper class snobs from Canterlot. The pair of them never saw eye to eye, and few ponies had ever seen a time when they weren't bickering over something or other. Music was the only common ground they shared, and even then they argued over which genre was superior. But this hid the ruby-eyed mare's true feelings toward her. It was true that they argued and fought, but there was something inside of Vinyl that always kept her coming back, always left her wanting to see more of the pony, something that she had only been able to identify in the last few months.

Love.

It shouldn't have been a foreign concept to her, after all, she was prolific among the mares of Ponyville. But that had never been the same. Those had just been flings, one night stands she'd never followed up on. What she felt now was different. Every moment she spent with her was wonderful, even if it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She couldn't help but stare at the way the mare held herself, the smooth curves of her body as she walked. They still argued of course, but Vinyl's heart wasn't really in it never more. In fact, her heart really wasn't in anything anymore. She could barely even be bothered to write music any more, and on some days she would just sit in her studio all day, contemplating the hopelessness of her situation. She walked over to the mirror and roughed her hair into a semblance of her signature style. She quickly practiced her classic, daredevil grin. Not perfect, but you'll do. She walked out into the living area, which took up the majority of her flat. It had a breakfast bar on the right, with a makeshift kitchen behind it, and on the left, a comfortable, if slightly worn, sofa opposite a TV. The entire room was cluttered with various things, mostly old takeout boxes, and as she passed the breakfast bar, she swept a pizza box from the night before into the bin. Suddenly, realisation struck her. Somehow, she had asked her to play in her latest project! How the hay could she have forgotten it? Quickly, she grabbed the pizza box out of the bin and picked up the last slice of pizza, thankfully unscathed by its time in the bin, and crammed the cold food into her mouth and set her famous sunglasses over her deep red eyes as she galloped out the door. As she hurried down the stairs, she allowed herself to think her name: Octavia. Even that held conviction over her as she chewed thoughtfully. She hurried down the streets, desperate to get to the grey mare as quickly as possible, even if it meant the tortuous suffering that came from spending time with the beautiful mare. As she neared the square where they would be meeting, her heart began to pound in her chest, something that only got worse when she caught sight of her.

She was standing next to the fountain, looking around with a slightly impatient expression, her cello propped up next to her. Her perfectly styled mane flowed about her shoulders, her elegant physique was poised beautifully, and her soulful purple eyes nearly turned Vinyl's legs to jelly. Supressing a powerful urge to gallop home as fast as her legs could carry her and never go outside again. No. She stopped herself, and gulped nervously. Running a hoof through her mane, she cantered over to her friend, who immediately noticed her in the crowd.

"Good morning, Vinyl." Octavia said, with a slight smile. Then she smirked. "You're not nearly as late as usual."

"Hey, Tavi." She desperately hoped that Octavia wouldn't notice how jumpy she was.

She didn't.

"So, what exactly is it we are doing?"

"You're uh, you're just coming down to my studio, and we'll do a little recording of your music." Dammit Scratch, keep it together. Act natural.

"Hmm. It's good to know that you're finally ready to accept good music." Octavia was starting to act a little more friendly.

"Nah, I've been doing that from the start. I'm just looking for something a little different in my latest piece, and well, you sprang to mind." Like you always do.

"Well, there's no time like the present, eh?" Octavia said, her silky voice sounding slightly awkward when trying to imitate modern speech.

"Exactly! Let's uh, get moving!" Vinyl said, feeling awkward herself.

Well, I decided to take a break from Steelhoof's saga and take the time to write a new story. It'll only be a few chapters long, but they'll likely be longer than this one. Please tell me what you think, as I've never written a fic like this before.