Chapter 2
The backstage of Bass Faction is calm and quiet after closing. There are no more masses of fans like before, so gaining access to the backstage after hours would not be as much of a gift as it used to be. There is one wardrobe, and it is dusty because the only apparel Vinyl ever wears is her goggles. It's not anything fancy, just a dresser with a mirror with bright incandescent lights outlining it. There are a few photos taped to the bottom. They depict a young Vinyl Scratch embracing her parents.
"Those were the good times,... *sigh*," I said hoping that if that mare was near she didn't hear. I touched one of the pictures with my hoof carefully not to make it fall off. I turn around to hear hoofsteps on the hardwood floor. I turn around to see her. She's a grey earth pony. Her eyes glistening a mesmerizing lovely purple in the old lights backstage. Her coat was smooth like my records,I was almost tempted to reach out to to see just what it felt like. As black as midnight her mane was worn down unlike my wild style, hers was smooth obviously she had taken her time to look good. She had a bow tie around her neck, I always thought accessories like that were ugly but it looked astounding on her. I've never really gone out with many stallions and I awkwardly never found many of them very attractive. I'm not saying I'm a fillyfooler, not like that's out of the question, but this mare made my heart beat faster than my wubs.