Chapter 5: Octavia's harsh reality
"His name was Noteworthy," Octavia's voice shook with unbridled sadness.
"Blues Noteworthy, my would-be husband" "but my mother disapproved, that's a Different story" she growled.
I looked at her for a moment then sighed. "You want to know what happened."
I nodded. "you won't like it"
This is a flashback, told through the eyes of Octavia.
today, except it was raining. I was living in manehatten, Blues capital of Equestria, at the time.
You know how it is, you meet some-pony who is attractive, and you end up talking to them over a drink.
The next thing you know your spending almost every waking moment with them.
We ended up living together.
Noteworthy had gone to work, like he usually does, but something was amiss.
He had left most of the tools required at home. I went for a wander around the city, looking for some inspiration.
Usually I don't find anything, that day was in the norm. The raindrops hit my umbrella at a steady pace.
As I walked through the city, I began to pick up on certain things, like the disappearance of one Vinyl Scratch.
I picked up the news papers to read the article.
Vinyl Scratch disappears, Drugs may be linked.
The headline read, my old friend was gone, no doubt about that.
The EBM scene had gone quiet without her antics.
I had always warned her about those dangerous things, but she never listened.
That's when I saw him.
Noteworthy was speaking to my mother.
No, not speaking…
Shouting, not once had I ever heard him raise his voice until that day.
"I don't BUCKING CARE! THE BITCH IS SUFFOCATING ME!" I heard him shout.
I had finally realized that she had arranged the whole thing.
I ran up and slapped him. "So, all this was just a game? Just a meaningless endeavour for your own personal gain and gratification?" I couldn't look him in the eyes.
"You asked me to marry you, and I said yes, but now?" I took off the hoof-ring and threw it at him.
."You can just Buck off, and as for you, mother" I stressed the now foreign word. "I never want to see you again" I turned around and ran.
After running for an hour I slowed down. I found myself in the park, in the dark.
I trotted through the city with my shattered heart resting itself in a death-like slumber.
No-pony stood in my way after watching the spectacle.
There was nothing I could do except go to a random bar and drink my cares away.
I did just that.
It was one drink at first.
But one drink turned into one drink too many. After a while, I had just enough bits left to get me as far away from there as possible.
I walked back to my home in a drunken stupor. I packed my bags that day, grabbing my cello I walked out the door.
I left a small note for the landlord.
I walked to the bus station. Hoping on the bus attendant asked me where I wanted to go. I simply asked for a one way ticket to somewhere else.
We now return to the mind of Robbie.
"I get it now," I pulled the now sobbing mare into a hug. "Your mother's a life controlling bitch and your ex is a money grabbing bastard"
She sniffled; her tears were slowly running down onto my t-shirt. I let go of her for a moment.
"I just don't see how Blues could do such a thing," she began to choke on her own words. "I, I loved him" her voice cracked with emotion.
I grabbed a tissue and dried her eyes. "I know," I sighed. "I know how you feel, it feels as though the pain won't go away," she looked at me with those violet, tear filled eyes of hers.
"Like your heart has been ripped out, thrown to the ground and repeatedly smashed with a hammer" I closed my eyes, failing to block out the more painful memories.
The grey mare could only watch as I succumbed to my own bottled up emotions. "I thought I was over this, ya know? I thought I glued all the pieces back together,"
I pinched the bridge of my nose in a weak attempt to stop the tears. "Looks like we're both damaged goods huh" I chuckled slightly. Octavia walked out, I heard the click of the kettle.
"I didn't know it would bring up" I interrupted her.
"Its no-ones fault but my own," I sighed. "I shouldn't have continued my philosophical monologue on having a broken heart"
"How long?" the grey mare asked.
"6 years, 6 long cold years, the woman toyed with my heart like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn" I answered.
We sat there in silence for a few minutes, until the click of the kettle was heard once more.
"I'll go make some tea" Octavia stated, seemingly calmed down.
"Don't bother; I need a strong drink, maybe a Concrete Jungle"
The now relaxed mare raised an eyebrow, but watched as I gathered bottles of various different alcohol and juices.
I walked in with two rocks glasses full of a dark liquid. "Thought I'd make you one"
She took one of the drinks, and gingerly took a sip. I watched as she registered the different flavours of the strange liquid.
"This is… wonderful, it's like music in motion" I beamed at her comment.
"It's actually inspired by a song I like, but it's got highly dark themes to it" I placed a CD into the Hi-fi.
I pressed play. The wail of the guitar was the first thing to be heard. I watched as she raised the other eyebrow.
She didn't point out that I was singing along, matching the vocals of the vocalist Zakk Wilde.
"Another day to bleed
Another day to die
Another day to blackout and then go blind
Maniacal Blitzkrieg
Where the maggots play God
Where the souls of the lost come to die
The Concrete Jungle
It's the well of the damned
Once You Step inside and Then you'll understand
Misfits, psychos and the twisted slaves
The house of the sane
No one can be saved"
She looked flabbergasted, As though she had never heard lyrical content like this.
I took a sip as the music carried on. "Um, Rob? Could you put something else on now please?"
I smiled and did so. But what I put on next surprised her, because I was doing everything I could to cheer her up.
"You hungry?" she nodded. I grabbed a bunch of bananas, and ran into the kitchen. She heard the mixing as the newly selected album played.
I walked in just as one of the best songs on the album started. I placed her plate on the table, and then reached for the volume control on the sound system.
"What are these?"
I chuckled, "look on the CD case, and track 3"
As I took a mouthful, I heard a happy giggle. "Banana pancakes"
She took her plate out, as I followed suit she turned around. "You know, you've got a really bizarre taste in music"
I burst out laughing, as she looked incredibly confused. "What?"
"Back in high school the headmaster said that too" I continued laughing. The grey mare caught on as to why it was funny.
So many people I had met in my life had said the same thing when they got to know me better.
Different people or ponies if you prefer, same phrase, why should Equestria be any different.
This chapter was a tad awkward to write, hence why it's a little bit short.
I had writers block earlier in the day, so this may get revised into a more depressive chapter… I don't know yet.
But thanks for the reviews so far, and as you can tell… I like my musician ponies as much as I like my music.
also, if you want the recipe for Concrete jungle, just ask