"Awwww yeeeah!" exclaimed Vinyl, walking out into the hallway. "Its time for music club."
The day was over and students were either going home or heading to clubs. Vinyl was obviously going to head to music club. It's where she thrived. Her stomping grounds, as it were. She went to the club for two reasons: The first being that she would be further engulfed in the world of music. The other, is that she didn't have to be at home with her drunken parents. So she was lucky that every other day was music club.
For Octavia, she hated music club. She felt it was beneath her. The only reason she went was because her mother was such good friends with the teacher, and she said her daughter would help him "grow" a better generation of musicians.
The other reason she hated going was because of that annoying DJ. That wasn't music. Scratching a disc, or digitally creating atrocious sounds that others would call music, is not true music. It was an affront to everything that Octavia stood for. It was an abomination. Too noisy and unrefined. Too chaotic and un-orderly. Too...not classical really.
Some of the students were standing outside of the music room, while others were entering. Most were sitting up front so that the teacher would notice them or give them one-on-one time. Octavia had a permanent spot dead center up front. Perks of coming from a well known family.
Vinyl chose to sit in the production booth. It was where she felt the most at home. Just her and the tech. Back here there was no teacher. No class. She was the maestro and the electricity was her orchestra.
"Gather round everyone." commanded the teacher starting up the club. "Lets start with a basic warmup."
The teacher was a unicorn, so naturally he wielded his wand with his magic. As he wielded it the group of students got in tune. Some sang, others plucked on the strings of their finely tuned instruments. Octavia's cello dominated the room with its melodic tone. That was...until Vinyl lightly pressed on the keyboards.
From it, came a soft sound that immediately entranced everyone in the room. Chills were sent down the spines of all that heard it, and when the sound sub-sided there was a silence that fell over the room. The teacher stood there with A soft smile on his face, while Octavia looked back and glared at Vinyl yet again.
"How uncouth." said Octavia in a snobbish tone. "It lacks any sophistication!"
"Sophistication?" asked a Pegasus. "It ruffled my feathers in all the right ways! Way to go Vinyl!"
Vinyl started blushing in her booth. She wasn't used to getting praise from anyone. It was always: "Turn that racket down!" or "Turn that crap off!" So the feeling was a warming sensation that her soul loved.
Octavia rolled her eyes and turned back to the front. She wanted to be done with this rabble and go home to where true music could be appreciated.
After the club meeting ended, the students said their goodbyes and went their ways. They were all reminiscing about the lesson and the musical games they had all played togther. Some were laughing and others were a tad salty about losing, but even they would end up laughing at the silliness of it all. Octavia packed up here cello and walked outside. A very elaborate carriage was waiting for her, with a rather well dressed colt standing next tpo the door.
She sighed and headed towards her ride home.
"Hey Bassy!" called a voice from behind her.
Several feelings washed over her, the biggest being anger. How could she call her that? Her name was Octavia. Not "Bassy". How rude could one pony be to her?
"You forgot your..."
As Vinyl approched, Octavia slapped Vinyl across the face. The bow that Vinyl was carrying to return to Octavia, had hit the ground and broke. Vinyl stood there stunned and embarrased at what has just transpired.
"Did she just hit me?" thought Vinyl, thinking about what she did wrong.
"How dare you insult me again!?" screamed Octavia. "My name is Octavia Melody! You will address me as such and show me the respect that I deserve and demand! You are not a musician! You are a waste of musical talent and a waste of space here at this school! Go crawl back into whatever filth you came from!"
Vinayl stayed on the ground and didnt lift her head. The truth is, she did come from filth. Her neighborhood, her home, her family. All of it...filth. She just didn't like to hear it aloud.
Octavia had gotten inside of her carriage and rode off. She was rather proud of putting the unicorn in her place. Made her feel like she was on top again, like she was in charge. Though she was upset about the loss of her bow, she was glad to be rid of it if the unicorn had tarnished it.
Vinyl slowly picked herself up with the aid of a few other classmates. They asked if she was ok, and if she needed a ride home.
"I'm fine." responded Vinyl, slowly walking down the street by herself.