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Bad Therapy Part 11
Chapter XI Face Offs
Vinyl Scratch got to her feet and dusted herself off. A few feet away, Octavia was doing the same.
“How could you, Vinyl?” Octavia said, once she had recovered enough, “How could you let yourself be freed from Mistress Spiral Swirl’s spell? Especially after you were such a loyal slave and helped bring all those ponies to Mistress Spiral Swirl’s office to be hypnotized.”
“Don’t remind me,” Vinyl said in disgust.
“Now then, are you going to follow me back to the barn to be re-hypnotized and put this unpleasantness behind us?” Octavia said, before pulling out her cello bow and wielding it like a club, “Or am I going to have to get physical?”
“Tavi, put that thing away,” Vinyl said, as she got into a defensive stance.
“Ha, do you think just because you know karate that I’m afraid of you?” Octavia said, before she charged at Vinyl.
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The Secret Diary of Vinyl Scratch, Part 7
March 4th, 2009
Just got back from my latest gig in Hoofington, and what a blast it's been! That kid whose cute-ceañera I was playing for really enjoyed that new track I'd been working my tail off to put together, and it was great to be singing with Lavender again, especially after all she's done for me.
It's kinda weird how I went from some pop-loving nopony to an all-star so quickly. I mean, okay, so maybe her producers were a little bit wary at first, but Lavender must have been a real persuasive sort, because they went ahead and made me an appointment for early February so I could record some of my tunes. She even sent me the date in the greetings card she sent with her Hearth's Warming present for me, which was a complete collection of Sapphire Shores. That had to be the greatest gift I'd ever got.
After that, my life just got better and better – I went in for a recording session, and in the space of a few months I was reaping quite a nice royal
The Secret Diary of Vinyl Scratch, Part 6
Not really a lot been going on lately. I've been keeping the customers happy at Sugarcube Corner, playing music and saying hello and Happy Hearth's Warming and stuff, and as soon as that's out of the way, I've been hanging out and writing new music tracks with Pinkie and Lavender. Apart from that, it's all just hanging around and waiting for Hearth's Warming to roll around the corner. You'd think I'd be rushed off my hooves with all these gigs and so on.
But no way is that ever gonna happen any time soon. It's obvious that those losers don't want some teenager playing songs for them, and even if they did, they'd probably be out of their minds or something. You won't believe how frustrating it is just sitting around, way out of the limelight, wondering if you're ever gonna rise to fame! I sure as hay hope it won't be too long. It's bad enough that Lavender went off and rubbed me up the wrong way. Mind you, it's not as if she's anywhere near as bad a
The Secret Diary of Vinyl Scratch, Part 5
Well, today's the day – first time I play my own records in public. I'm actually kinda hyped about this, but kinda nervous at the same time – must be because nopony in Ponyville has ever heard my music before. But if there's one thing that's really honking me off right now, it's Mrs Cake going on about “Aren't you getting your hopes up a bit too high” and “It's only your first day performing music in public” and all that trash! Who does she think she is, my Mom?! And what does she know about me and music anyway?! It's not like she's ever heard it before – and heck, if I was good in Canterlot, I'm still gonna rock in Ponyville!
Anyways, Pinkie's just finished setting up her gramophone, the records are all there, mine are on disc, so now all I've gotta do is sit and wait for customers to start coming in. So yeah, just you wait, Cakes – by the time this place closes, I'm gonna be the talk of the town!
The Secret Diary of Vinyl Scratch, Part 4
I've pretty much spent the whole of the rest of the day packing all my stuff, and now I'm waiting to catch my train. Even as I was walking out the house, Mom and Dad were going on about what a disgrace I was and that they hoped that finishing school would knock a bit of sense into me. As if I'm the one who needs sense! They wanna disown their little filly, then that filly's gone! End of story! That's pretty much what I told them before I left. I'm not gonna write exactly what I said, but I think they got the message – at last!
But that's not all I've done to them. You know that record player of theirs? Well, it may have gotten stuck on full volume with a copy of MC Hoover in it. No idea how the hay that happened. Even better, they must have been like really ticked off with what I said, because it was only like two minutes before I heard that thing banging out this really awesome rap track, and just like that, all the windows in their house hav