(Picked up and continued. The first two posts from some other anon)
>"And this lovely mare is my roommate, Vinyl."
Why hello there.
>"..."
>"I'm sorry, I forgot to mention she's mute."
What? Oh. But she can hear, right?
>"Oh her hearing's fine, poor girl said she lost her voice when she was little, never knew what caused though."
Hmm...
>"Well I go ahead and get us some tea while you two make yourselves, acquainted yes?"
Sure.
>"Alright."
>And there you are, right in the loving room with Vinyl. With Octavia in the kitchen, things were getting kind of awkward.
>Vinyl grinned slyly. Her cheeks were pink.
>She decided it would be best to get down from turntables and show you a couch where you could rest for a bit.
So... Octavia told me all about you.
>Vinyl tilts her head in ponder.
You're a DJ, correct? You go out and perform at nightclubs, yes?
>She gave a slight nod while she sat right next to you. Good lord, she was blushing mad.
And how did you met Octy? School?
>She nodded, crossing her arms.
 
>"Fresh from the summer gardens of Ponyville, I give you 'B.A.T' Tea!" Octy smiled, coming in with a small kettle.
'B.A.T' Tea? What does that stand for-Wait a sec...
>"Come again Anon?" Octy asks as she hoofs you a cup.
Never mind. Thanks.
>While taking a sip, Vinyl began to wave her arms at Octavia to get her attention.
>Octavia noticed this, and began asking her questions you couldn't hear.
>Vinyl takes a sip of tea.
>"Vinyl says that- your fly is undone!"
What?
>She spits out her tea.
>Vinyl face-hoofs herself and angrily taps Tavi's shoulder; Grabbing her attention again.
>You checked yourself to make sure.
>"Oh... Uh-huh... Okay then." Octy said.
What, what did she say?
>"Vinyl wants to know if you're free this Saturday." She blushes in embarrassment.
Oh, yeah. I'm free this weekend.
>You reply.
>You swear you heard a small gasp coming from the little DJ.
>Vinyl immediately hopped off the couch and headed down the hall.
Where is she going Octy?
>"I think she went to go get you a flyer."
A flyer?
>"More tea?"
 
(Wait how is she able to ask questions to Octavia when she's mute? Whatever)
"Yeah I'll take another cup.  A flyer for what... a nightclub?"
>"Well way to ruin the surprise, Anon. What else do you think it could be for?"
>And that's when Vinyl comes trotting back to the couch from the hallway, flyer in magic.
>Octavia goes over to prep another cup of tea while Vinyl lets you catch the paper.
>Once you grab it, she sits on her haunches and grins madly at you reading it.
>Glancing down at her, you can tell she's failing to hide her excitement.
"Zephyr Nights presents "Midnight Mellow". Sounds pretty laid back. You performing tonight?"
>She nods and points with her hoof at the "Vinyl Scratch" on the paper which coincides with a few more artists
>"Vinyl has been waiting for this night for a while now, Anon. It's her chance to get out there and make her mark!"
>Octavia says as she tosses you a whole thermus of that delicious tea.
"Yeah I see that, what type of music are we talking abou-"
>You couldn't even finish before Vinyl bumps into your leg rushing to her equipment and feverishly works to spin up the turntables.
>"I don't really know what to call it."
"Well what's it like?"
>"She records a bunch of sounds she hears daily. Bangs, voices, instruments, that kind of stuff."
 
>Suddenly some popping and scratching originates from the nearby speakers which then fill the room with beats that were cut from... classical music?
>You can't help but tap your toes to the melodic records.
>"One night Vinyl sat in during my cello practice and took some of the chords to create a part of this!" Octavia yells over the speakers.
>You scream back.
"It's incredibly catchy!"
>The sample dies down a half minute later with an inquisitive looking Vinyl staring at you.
"W-what?"
>She scoots on over to where you put the paper on the coffee table and points at the performance time.
>"Vinyl wants to know if you want to go the nightclub with us tonight."
"Oh! Yeah, I thought that was implied. I'll just have to head back to my place to get some things. I'll meet you there!"
>With a jump, the DJ leaps onto the couch and wraps her hooves around your waist.
>It was kinda awkward but Octavia's giggle helps with that.
>Vinyl unclasps, throws a mix board into her magic's grasp, and trots off to her room while giving you a little wave.
>"Huh. I guess she's got some final touches to work on. I guess I'll see you tonight then?"
"Yarp, seven sharp."
>You say as you walk toward the door.
>"Fantastic! Bye!"
"See ya!"
>It only hit you once you closed the door out to the hall but damn that was cute.
>Taking a gander at the thermus rewards you with the engraving of a music note, the same as Vinyl's cutie mark.
>It's gonna be an interesting night.
 
>So there you were, in your studio apartment not far away from Vinyl and Octavia's.
>You kill some time brushing up on your own music.
>The polished viola rests in its lavish case near the small stack of music paper that resembles a duet with a cello.
>It's actually how you met Octavia and indirectly now her odd DJ roommate.
>After getting lost in practice for a couple of hours, it was just about that time to grab something to eat and head out to the venue.
>Reheated pizza does the job.
>Right when your foot is out the door you remember you forgot something.
>Stumbling into your bedroom, you grab the familiar square plastic package that houses a circular groove.
>Probably won't ever need it, as usual, but it was always a habit back home to stuff in your wallet.
>You make your way to the most popular strip of taverns, clubs, and other hot spots to find your destination.
>Your small journey takes you most of the way down the extensive sidewalk.
>The night is strikingly beautiful.
>Seems like the weather control pegasi did a fine job.
>The gorgeous clouds have a nice dark blue tint to them from the mixture of the neon lights around you and the moon's.
>Speaking of which, there's a fair amount of bumps and noise coming from all the buildings around you.
>Every one of the equine figures surrounding you have a gleeful sway in their hips
>Nothing ever bad seems to happen out here in the streets of Los Pegasus.
 
"Zephyr Nights..."
>Reads the brightly lit sign on the entrance what seems like a duplex apartment.
>You walk inside and here some muffled beats.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N-sGiPp58cY
>No bouncer, no welcome committee, nothing until you open a windowed door into a large sized, dimly lit two story room.
>When you heard DJ you thought there would be a ton of noise, drugs, and wubs.
>This is not what you expected, in fact it's more your style.
>Most of the ponies around you are soaking in the chill atmosphere with some drinks and chatter.
>You can't help but bob your head a bit with the others while you search for your friends.
>Which weren't all that hard to find in the blacklight.
>You spotted Vinyl's fur illuminated by the nearby blacklight on the second floor balcony overlooking the back of the building.
>It only hits you after walking up there that there is a giant window carved into the whole floor giving a beautiful vista of the city and lights.
>That's when you spot Octavia laying back, taking the sight in on the corner of the rounded couch that her roommate also sits upon.
>You notice that said roommate now dons some opalescent glasses which turns toward your direction.
>Her smirk turns into a beaming smile upon seeing that you've reached upstairs.
>She scoots on over to Octavia in a relatively calm fashion right before your attention is diverted to the current DJ who just switched up the track.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lx6y_nOyib0
>Upon looking back at the cute musicians, Vinyl is frantically slapping Octavia around then pointing her your way.
>"Oh hey Anon! Come on, sit down!"
 
>You plop down across the two.
"What's up!?"
>Octavia shifts a bit, getting away from the bouncing pale mare.
>"Well I was lost thought before Vinyl here had to freak me out."
>Which cues the unicorn to float up a pillow and drop it on her friend's head who just blankly stares at you.
>"You see what I have to deal with on a daily basis?"
"Hehe, I can imagine. Hey Vinyl, what's up with the glas-"
>The speakers cut you off with a noise from some mare announcing the end of the earlier artist's set.
>You mutter under your breath, 'always getting cut off...'
>"... Now let's get a round of stomps for Vinyl Scratch!"
>The moderately sized crowd lets out quite a bit of cheer as Vinyl leaps up off the couch and nearly trips over you getting over to trot down the stairs to the setup.
>"Looks like you got here just in time, anon. Would you like a drink?"
"Yeah sure, what do they have here?"
>"All sorts of stuff. Drink as much as you want, or not..."
"Huh?"
 
>"You might want to be awake for after the show..."
>She blushes a bit.
>But notices confusion in your face at the same time.
>"Vinyl and I have a little something planned for you after the show. You'll be able to stick around, right?"
>Oh.
>OOOHHHhhhh.
"Yeah! Totally! "
>And that's when Vinyl's set kicks off with her shades giving off the occasional glimmer to compliment the magic emanating from her horn.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X0044Z_hJP0
>Her music really brings a whole new meaning to the Midnight Mellow event.
>As the performance goes on, you and Octavia talk about your upcoming orchestral duet and when you'll be able to practice with each other.
>With a flip of some switches, nobs, and a couple bashes on her laptop, Vinyl transitions to another sample.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mcl5B4ek-Q
>It's vibe gets you talking about the DJ in the spotlight.
>As it turns out, Vinyl's favorite drink is blue raspberry rockstar.
>Makes you giggle a bit seeing as how it's also yours.
>The set continues with another phenominal transition over to yet another rhythmic beat.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZv36PSJrOo
>It gets a few ponies floating around, switching between different groups and meeting new friends.
>You walk over with Octavia to a small food bar and grab yourself some finger/hoof food and get a spot around the balcony to get a closer look to the swaying unicorn.
>Her speed, deftness, and pure passion when it comes to the turntables, keyboards, and mixers is truly a sight for sore eyes.