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Vinyl blinked as the music ended. The white furred foal looked around the room slowly her brain trying to understand what her eyes saw. The stereo clocked on by itself, but the music it played was softer lighter. It almost sounded like a lullaby, something meant to sooth younger ponies. That also seemed to knock Vinyl out of her trance. Her eyes winded, her pupils shrunk, and her head whipped around the room. What in Cewestia's name happened! She squeaked and covered her mouth. Me voice. Me no sound wike tat!
She finally looked at herself, specifically her blank flank covered by a diaper. No! No! Tis no wight! With a shaking hoof she prodded the diaper as if to confirm her suspicion. When it didn't disappear in a puff of smoke Vinyl panicked. No! Tis no wight! Me no foaw! Tis must be a twick! Abuh ga! Her quickly deteriorating speech only added to her mounting panic. All Vinyl could really focus on was an overwhelming desire to get away and she hopped off the sofa. Unfortunately the small step for an adult was a bit further for a foal. The fall didn't hurt, the carpet was really soft, but the sock finally pushed Vinyl over the edge.
Octavia had long ago tuned out Vinyl's racket and lost herself in her music. The grey mare had a smile on her face as she moved her bow across her beloved instrument loosing herself in its notes. The grey earth mare had entered a state of Zen and didn't know that Vinyl's music had stopped. She did hear when a foals loud wail cut through the house shattering the peace like a hammer through glass. Octavia screeched her bow sliding across her cello creating a sound that would be compared to a sick cat screeching. Vinyl! Octavia yelled dropping her gear and running to her friends room.
Vinyl! The white foal stopped crying when she heard her friends voice. Octavia stood in the door way her face slowly morphing from panic to a flat blank look. The grey mare looked around the room slowly her face unreadable before her eyes fell onto her teary eyes regressed friend. The music continued to play.
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