Norman and Vinyl Chapter 1

>day fine to drop the bass in canterlot high
>be Norman
>Pinkie is preparing a party for the Fall dance
>you stop by to help with the preparations
>"Thank you so much for helping me Norman!"
"No problem, I don't got anything better to do."
>playing xbox isn't really productive, and you haven't done shit the whole week
>you blow up some balloons and sweep the floor
>"Hey Pinks, where do you want me set up the speakers?"
>you look towards the door to see a pale, blue haired girl with magenta colored eyes
>you've seen her a few time in the cafeteria, but never talked to her
>"Oh you could place it right over there, near the bleachers"
>now you remember, she is the DJ at most of Pinkie's parties
>she isn't wearing those glasses
>"Alright then, Pinkie."
>Vinyl wheels in one of the speakers near the bleachers
>cleaning the floor is a bit boring, so you go over to Vinyl
"Hey, need help with anything?"
>"Oh yeah, can you get the other speaker over here?"
"Okay."
>you go to where you saw Vinyl come from, leading you to one of the storage closets for sound equipment
>you pull out the speaker that looked like the one Vinyl had
>you push it back towards the gym
"Where do you want me to put this?"
>"Just set it right by the other one."
>you push the speaker next to the other one
>"Thanks man. Norman, right?"
"Yeah"
>"Names Vinyl Scratch, thanks for being such a bro."
"No problem"
>you look around, seeing if anything needs more decoration or cleaning
>you got most of it done anyways, guess it's time to call it a day
"I'm going home now Pinkie Pie!" you shout on your way out
>"See ya!"
>time for xbox
>next day at lunch
>you're in line waiting to order lunch
>you look around, planning where to sit
>usually you sit with the fashionistas, since they don't really pay attention to you
>also you don't want to sit next to Scott after what happened when you two played xbox
>you see Vinyl Scratch on a table by herself with headphones on and a laptop opened
>its your turn to order lunch, and you get a ham sandwich
>you take your tray place it next to Vinyl's
>you sit right next to her, but she doesn't take notice at first
>you can hear the music from the headphones
>damn, how is she not deaf yet?
>she takes off her headphones and bites into an apple
>"Oh hey Norman, didn't see you there."
"What are you doing on your laptop?"
>"Oh this, I'm working on some new songs and remixes."
"That's cool"
>she seems like she would make her own music
"So what music do you like?"
>"Electronic"
>it was your first guess
"Like what kind?"
>"Well I like house, drum and bass, ambient, and electronic rock."
>"I've also been listening to a lot of dubstep recently, but it's not really good for parties in my opinion."
>you've heard dubstep before, and it really sounds rough
"Is your music you made there dubstep?"
>"Only the remixes."
"Do you mind if I listen to some of your music?"
>"No not at all. I'd actually love to hear what your thoughts are about it."
>you pick up the headphones and place it on your head
>she selects the first song while you adjust them
>at the beginning, you hear a light, but fast beat
>then you hear the bass melody
>the main melody comes in, the bass becoming faint
>it sounds kinda like a Daft Punk song
>you tap your foot along with the beat, which has been going steady throughout the whole song
>the music drowns out all the sound in the cafetria
>you get lost in the rhythm for a moment
>the song ends with a cymbal crash, while the beat slowly fades
>you take off the headphones
>"So what did you think?"
>she seems eager for your response
"I don't usually like electro music, but this was pretty good. The tempo was pretty upbeat, the bass had a nice sound, the melody wasn't too overwhelming, all in all great part music."
>"Yes!"
>she does an inwards fist bump
>"I'd knew you like it."
>you spend the rest of the lunch break listening to her music
you hear the bell ring
>"Oh that was quick."
>time sure flies by when you're listening to good music
>Vinyl grabs her headphones and places it around her neck
>she folds her laptop and places it in her backpack
>"Well thanks Norman, we should hang out again sometimes"
"Yeah."
>"See ya Norman."
>she runs off to her next class
>good lunch break, listened to some good music, hung out with a pretty cool chick