Spitfire: She wanted to get her Cutie Mark so bad so she took every instrument in town, regardless of whether she had actually asked for them or not, and tried all of them. And guess what? She found one instrument she just loved. Spitfire: I mean, she LOVED playing it and she wanted everyone to see. So she invited everyone in town to have a concert. She even built a little stage out of sticks and everything, made a little sign with her name on it, and everything. She was certain that if she held a big concert, she’d definitely get her cutie mark. She was so proud of that instrument …

Spitfire: No really. I know how Vinyl can seem sometimes. [Pause.] Would you like to hear a story? Spitfire:

Well, Vinyl and I were friends growing up, that’s true. But ... I

wasn’t so much her best friend as I was her only friend. Spitfire: Pretty much everypony thought she was obnoxious. Or loud. Or annoying. Spitfire:

So pretty much everypony ignored her. Vinyl hated that. Probably why

she talks so loud all the time, so everyone has to pay attention. And

even though we were friends, sometimes even I really hated her. Spitfire:

She loved to pick on me. Called me Spitshine, Spittoon, Spit-swapper

... mostly spit puns. She wasn’t that original. I actually thought she

didn’t like me for a long time, even though I hung out with her and

everything. Spitfire: Well, eventually I had to

leave for Flight School. We were both still pretty young at the time.

Neither one of us had our Cutie Marks. When I told Vinyl I was moving,

she didn’t say anything. She acted like it didn’t bother her at all.

Tried to play it cool, I guess. So I ended up going to Cloudsdale to

learn to fly. After I was there for a couple months, I got a letter from

my parents saying Vinyl was in the hospital. I immediately freaked out

and flew home. Spitfire:

That’s exactly what I wanted to know. When I got there, I found out

she’d broken her leg. I went right to her room and asked her what had

happened. Apparently, she’d fallen out of a tree. She had climbed it,

built some little “wings” for her hooves out of cardboard, and jumped

out of it. She was trying to fly. Spitfire: So I

said, “Vinyl, that is without a doubt the stupidest thing I have ever

heard. Why would you do something like that?” She said, “I wanted to go

to Flight School. You have to fly to go to Flight School.” As if it was

just common sense or something. When I asked her why she wanted to go

there, she was quiet for a minute. That was a first, by the way; seeing

her quiet about anything. And she just looked up and said, “I wanted to

see you again.”