Post by Derpy on May 12, 2014 21:07:10 GMT -5
In which Dinky's horrifying musical career takes root.
Background: Marble has been friends with Derpy at least since his chancellor's campaign, so his wife Vinyl Scratch has taken a liking to Dinky. Vinyl gave Dinky a guitar for her tenth birthday, along with the promise of lessons, as we saw in the log where Dinky met Daring Do. So let's see what happens for her first guitar lesson.
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Ponyville Music Studios
This is the music studio where dreams are made of, where the fast-paced imaginations of fame become a sudden reality and you are whirled away to a life of stardom and-- Okay, not quite. But this *is* the very beloved studio of Vinyl Scratch, AKA DJ PON-3, and it's quite a cosy place at that. A small wooden hut, filled with instruments of every musical kind, in the Ponyville countryside so close to Vinyl's heart.
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[ Players: Vinyl_Scratch ]
[ Sleepers: Mixtape ]
Vinyl_Scratch strums, waiting patiently. She's (finally) arranged a time for Dinky's lesson, and she's all set with her own precious guitar and some sheet music for the filly's arrival.
Wow. This place really is kind of in the boondocks, huh? Well, it's about as far from the center of town as her own house, which doesn't impress her, anyway. As Dinky walks slowly over the winding road, the guitar strapped to her back wobbles occasionally. She's got a little bundle underneath it as well, but wears nothing. Finally she reaches the house and knocks, if she hasn't been seen already.
Vinyl grins as she hears the knock on the door, getting up and trotting over to open it for Dinky. "Hey, kiddo," she says with a warm smile, beckoning her in. "Welcome to the dream factory! You can take a look around before we start, if you like."
Dinky looks skeptical. She nods slowly at the cheerful greeting and slowly walks inside without a work. The exposed wood catches her eye, as do many of the instruments on display in turn. Eventually Dinky sits and reaches back to untie her burden.
Vinyl smiles at the filly, before seating herself next to her and reaching for her own guitar. She points to a music stand which she lowers with her magic to Dinky's height. "You see the chart on here? This is a hoof chart for the guitar. It shows you the different positions you put your hoof in on the fretboard to get different sounds."
Dinky sighs and doesn't smile. She finishes untying the guitar and the bundle and setting them down. And turns. There, now that she's settled, she'll talk, and she'll look over this thing she's being shown. "I'm only here 'cause school hasn't started up again yet," is her opener. She examines the chart closely. "Okay. So?"
Vinyl chuckles, "Well, it's nice to have some time off nonetheless." She is a little thrown by how... harsh the kid's tone is, but she's known Dinky for a while. It's almost understandable. "Some of the chords you can do with just your hooves, but others require a capo or, in our case, since we're awesome unicorns - magic! Try the top one, a C." The mare demonstrates, her hoof gliding across the fretboard easily before strumming the guitar clearly.
Dinky has done a little minimal studying, despite her disinterest. It doesn't translate to acuity, though. She swings the guitar around to some kind of playing position, but it swings a little too far and spins her around somewhat. Dinky frowns. "Uh... not really sure how I should sit. Is there a stool or something I could use?" The instrument is a little big for her.
"Of course," smiles Vinyl, and she uses her magic to wheel over a stool from the other end of the studio. "Sit on that... now, put the guitar on your knee, put your forehoof around it like that..." The DJ gently adjusts the filly's posture. "That's right. Now... your hoof needs to be here, and you need to press quite hard to get a clear sound - but lemme know if it hurts, 'kay?"
Dinky follows these instructions meticulously, as if they were complex and involved... something like surgery or knitting. She glares for a fraction of a second when her posture is shifted. She places her hoof on the strings and lets her other find the frets. "So, a C?" She thinks and plucks just one string, making a plaintive C sound out as if it didn't want to be a C.
"Yeah, yeah, you got it," says Vinyl, before grabbing her own guitar and copying, "But you're trying a little too hard. Relax. Music is something that's gotta flow. Don't feel pressured to be perfect, just... enjoy it."
Dinky smolders. She gives Vinyl a look. A look that says that if there's any music in her, it's the kind not worth playing. But she extends her leg and strums. The guitar makes something like a C chord happen, but it's reminiscent of a dead garden in the sideyard. "There. I didn't try hard with that one at all."
Vinyl's warm smile remains, and she looks at the filly intently. "You've got it, pretty much. See, chords come in two sets - major and minor. The major ones, this one's C major, sound happy and in good tune, whereas minor chords sound less tuneful and kinda sad. Try... that one. That's an A minor." Vinyl moves her hoof up the fretboard, demonstrating.
Dinky nods. She listens to the chord and raises an eyebrow. "That supposed to be sad?" she asks. She looks at Vinyl's pastern and tries to copy her hoof position. "Like this?" Dinky isn't controlling every string.
"Almost," says Vinyl patiently. "You have to put a little more pressure on the G chord, like... so. Can you see?" She shows the filly her own hoof, before letting her try again. "It's not always sad - when you put it in the right place in the chord sequence it'll sound right, but generally, major chords are more light-hearted."
Dinky twitches. "I thought I was doing an A minor. Hold on." She repositions her hoof. "Okay. I..." She strums quietly with her other foorehoof--it's a shy A minor, except with a B thrown in where she couldn't hold the fret tight. "That's not right, is it?"
"So close. Just..." Vinyl moves the filly's hoof a little bit, adjusting the pressure, "Now. Perfect! Now see if you can switch from one to the other."
Dinky squints and tries to make it work. She nods and strums again. This time it doesn't sound too bad. She looks at the chart. "Okay... G major? Or..." She adjusts her left forehoof and tries to copy the diagram... she does decently, but there's a weird twang. "Doesn't sound too cheerful," she observes. Where's that coming from?
"The twang happens when you're not pressing hard enough with your hoof," explains Vinyl. She casts her magic over the strings, tuning them in an instant. "There, that should be a little clearer. I see you've got an F there." The DJ grins. "If you put all four of these together, you'll get the most famous 4-chord progression in pop music. C, G, A minor, F. Try it?"
Dinky looks confused. "Uhh... you want me to play all those? C and G and A and... this thing?" She tries the F out first... it lives up to the letter's reputation and fails. "Okay, wait." Screwing up her face, Dinky stares at the chart and finds the C major position again. She tries it. It's still an ugly garden. She switches to G, which is okay. Again she fails to secure the B string for her A minor. And then she just looks discouraged and can't seem to make sense out of the F she's seeing on the chart.
Vinyl giggles. "Like I said, first time is never gonna be perfect. Watch me, I'll go totally slow for you." The DJ picks up her guitar and strums a C... moving to the G... then the A minor... then the F. It's slow enough so the hoof positions can be carefully studied. "Don't give up. Have another go."
Dinky loosens her muscles, which seems to be a relief. The guitar rests on the floor. She watches the experienced musician take it slow for her. "Fine," she says. She goes to the C chord, which is still wrong somehow and sounds like it. Then the twangy G. Suddenly growing angry, Dinky pushes really hard and strums hard too. It's now not so much twangy as blunt. She furrows her brow and tries for the A-minor, but gets an A-suspended. She carefully tries again, skipping the B-string deliberately. Nodding, she tries the F out again. Yeah, no. "How am I--are -any- of these strings supposed to play an F?!"
"F's a killer. Took me ages, myself, but you'll get it. If you can't bar the E and the B strings properly, you could always use your magic, you know. I have the sheet spell here." Vinyl puts the paper on the music stand, before demonstrating by barring the E and the B with her magic and using her hoof for the other strings. It certainly sounds clearer, and easier.
"Sheet spell. Great." Dinky watches masochisticaally as the paper is covered by a spell she doesn't comprehend. The beautiful tone vanishes gradually into the fine acoustics of the cottage, while Dinky remains stock still. Then her lip trembles and she puts down the guitar. "I think I'm about done," she says.
"Hey, no. Wait." Vinyl says with a sigh of her own, moving the sheet spell away. She thinks for a moment or two, before, "Hey, I have an idea." She stands up and trots away from the filly, settling a few paces away and watching. "You have your guitar. Try everything you want to, go crazy with it. A lot of music stems from just... messing around, you know?" The older unicorn smiles. "I'll let you into a secret. I can't read music. At all. All my music is either through memory or just... experimenting. I don't understand notes on paper at all, it's like reading another language. Everypony has their own way of learning, and it just takes a little time to find it, that's all."
Dinky is puzzled by this confession, looking between the charts and the DJ. "So... let me get this straight. If I showed you these charts, but like... with dots instead of the hoof position, like on this part..." She taps the pattern below. "...you wouldn't know how to play it? And yet, this is how you decide to teach me?"
"I decided to teach you in lots of ways. First we look at the notes on the paper, then I demonstrate, now I'm letting you have a go on your own." says Vinyl gently. "I'm not telling you that you have to learn one way or another. I'm giving you suggestions. How you learn is up to you, and it's something I can't define until you tell me. Once you know how you wanna learn, we take it from there."
Dinky sighs long and slow. She lifts the guitar again, adjusts the strap fittishly. Now she finds the C position again and strums loud. It. Is. Bad. She takes the strings one by one. Any sequence of individual note seems merciful by comparison, so, well done, Dinky. Now she finds the pattern C-E-G-C-E-G over and over. Now C-E-G-E, alternating the top and bottom strings. She tries that for a while...
Vinyl watches peacefully from a distance, pleased that she's convinced the filly to keep on trying. She nods in time with the pace Dinky sets, smiling warmly at the kid with an encouraging glimmer in her eyes.
Dinky eventually pauses and tries adding a second G. It sounds off from the first one. She squints and tries adjusting her position... and it sounds kind of okay when she goes back to a pattern. Her C clips, though, and when she tries to fix it, she loses the position. A sigh follows. "All right." She tries out A minor again, omitting the second string. Again she finds a pattern of five, and it gets hypnotic. Occasionally she hesitates and the rhythm falters briefly.
Vinyl smiles. "Carry on... good. That's great, Dinky. Honestly, you're picking this up really fast." She watches, and notes that this filly learns through breaking things down into more manageable parts and repeating them carefully.
Dinky keeps going, and then she adds the B. It's actually okay as a broken chord, moving from A to C. It sounds kind of nice. E-A-B-C-A-E, over and over. Then, after a minute, she plucks the B again. She shifts her hoof. Now it's sharp. She adjusts again and another fret slips. She gets a C out of it now, but her chord is lost. Still, Dinky obstinately plucks that C over and over, harder and harder, then softer. Then she strums the chord and gets a mess. She stills the vibration and looks at Vinyl. "So you gonna do some teaching, or what?"
Vinyl shrugs with a smirk. "You seem to be doing pretty good on your own." she teases, but nonetheless trots over and sits, picking up her guitar and copying Dinky's string by string rhythm. "Work through what you have to do with each string at each point. Adjust the pressure as you go."
Dinky bangs the thing lightly, making it sound off. "You call this perfectly good?" She holds the thing again, tries to get an A minor together, and doesn't quite. "Adjust the pressure? Okay, so I'll just take ten seconds playing every chord, then. Sounds good to me." She switches to the G chord and tries string by string. At first, most of the strings are twanging. Eventually she gets what the teacher wants her to do, and now her broken G is actually nice. "Like that?"
Vinyl giggles. "Yes. That's nice. Now, listen, learning anything takes time, so don't be upset if you have to work on something for a few minutes. It's better than rushing. Rome wasn't built in a day and all that."
Dinky glares at the giggling. "What's so funny?" She frowns and keeps practicing her G major. "I'm not trying to build Rome or whatever. I mean, a few minutes is easy. Sure, whatever. I'm young, right? I've got time." She mumbles something about 'next year' until her breath. And then, on a whim, she switches the neck to her right forehoof. And struggles to find the position.
"It's a saying, it means that everything takes time. You think I became a popstar overnight? Hah, no. And you've got as much time as you're willing to spend on it." Vinyl says. "And I wasn't laughing at you. I just think you're doing a great job, okay?"
The DJ then helps the filly find the position with the other hoof.
Dinky nods, looking suspicious. "Sure, sure. You were laughing at something funny you thought of." She grips the guitar and strums with her left hoof. It sounds... about the same. Somehow different, even if all the notes are in order. "Uhm. Does it matter which hoof I play with?"
"Yes, because the strings are in the wrong order. If you wanna use that hoof I'll have to restring the guitar for you. But here..." Vinyl trots over to where the instruments are kept, rummaging for a few moments before pulling out another guitar. "Try this one. It's stringed for ponies who use that hoof."
Dinky nods, smiling a little. Someone actually thought of that! And they made a guitar for it. She takes the new one in hoof, positions her left hoof in the mirror image of how it was a moment ago, and sighs--happily for once. "Yeah. Yeah, that's easier. At least, easier than playing from the bottom up." She looks at Vinyl Scratch appraisingly... as if she missed something there before.
Vinyl grins. "Perfect. Now, if you try the chords... they might be easier." The DJ smiles warmly. "Everypony has one hoof they use slightly more than the other." Vinyl picks up Dinky's guitar. "Shall I restring yours?"
<OOC> You say, "Let's pause on that suspenseful note!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch XD
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Yes."
<OOC> Dinky doesn't know whether she's left-hooved or not or even whether that's a thing.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "I guess we'll see!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch sleeps. XD Thank you!
<OOC> Dinky hugs you byebye!
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch hugs!
Background: Marble has been friends with Derpy at least since his chancellor's campaign, so his wife Vinyl Scratch has taken a liking to Dinky. Vinyl gave Dinky a guitar for her tenth birthday, along with the promise of lessons, as we saw in the log where Dinky met Daring Do. So let's see what happens for her first guitar lesson.
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Ponyville Music Studios
This is the music studio where dreams are made of, where the fast-paced imaginations of fame become a sudden reality and you are whirled away to a life of stardom and-- Okay, not quite. But this *is* the very beloved studio of Vinyl Scratch, AKA DJ PON-3, and it's quite a cosy place at that. A small wooden hut, filled with instruments of every musical kind, in the Ponyville countryside so close to Vinyl's heart.
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[ Players: Vinyl_Scratch ]
[ Sleepers: Mixtape ]
Vinyl_Scratch strums, waiting patiently. She's (finally) arranged a time for Dinky's lesson, and she's all set with her own precious guitar and some sheet music for the filly's arrival.
Wow. This place really is kind of in the boondocks, huh? Well, it's about as far from the center of town as her own house, which doesn't impress her, anyway. As Dinky walks slowly over the winding road, the guitar strapped to her back wobbles occasionally. She's got a little bundle underneath it as well, but wears nothing. Finally she reaches the house and knocks, if she hasn't been seen already.
Vinyl grins as she hears the knock on the door, getting up and trotting over to open it for Dinky. "Hey, kiddo," she says with a warm smile, beckoning her in. "Welcome to the dream factory! You can take a look around before we start, if you like."
Dinky looks skeptical. She nods slowly at the cheerful greeting and slowly walks inside without a work. The exposed wood catches her eye, as do many of the instruments on display in turn. Eventually Dinky sits and reaches back to untie her burden.
Vinyl smiles at the filly, before seating herself next to her and reaching for her own guitar. She points to a music stand which she lowers with her magic to Dinky's height. "You see the chart on here? This is a hoof chart for the guitar. It shows you the different positions you put your hoof in on the fretboard to get different sounds."
Dinky sighs and doesn't smile. She finishes untying the guitar and the bundle and setting them down. And turns. There, now that she's settled, she'll talk, and she'll look over this thing she's being shown. "I'm only here 'cause school hasn't started up again yet," is her opener. She examines the chart closely. "Okay. So?"
Vinyl chuckles, "Well, it's nice to have some time off nonetheless." She is a little thrown by how... harsh the kid's tone is, but she's known Dinky for a while. It's almost understandable. "Some of the chords you can do with just your hooves, but others require a capo or, in our case, since we're awesome unicorns - magic! Try the top one, a C." The mare demonstrates, her hoof gliding across the fretboard easily before strumming the guitar clearly.
Dinky has done a little minimal studying, despite her disinterest. It doesn't translate to acuity, though. She swings the guitar around to some kind of playing position, but it swings a little too far and spins her around somewhat. Dinky frowns. "Uh... not really sure how I should sit. Is there a stool or something I could use?" The instrument is a little big for her.
"Of course," smiles Vinyl, and she uses her magic to wheel over a stool from the other end of the studio. "Sit on that... now, put the guitar on your knee, put your forehoof around it like that..." The DJ gently adjusts the filly's posture. "That's right. Now... your hoof needs to be here, and you need to press quite hard to get a clear sound - but lemme know if it hurts, 'kay?"
Dinky follows these instructions meticulously, as if they were complex and involved... something like surgery or knitting. She glares for a fraction of a second when her posture is shifted. She places her hoof on the strings and lets her other find the frets. "So, a C?" She thinks and plucks just one string, making a plaintive C sound out as if it didn't want to be a C.
"Yeah, yeah, you got it," says Vinyl, before grabbing her own guitar and copying, "But you're trying a little too hard. Relax. Music is something that's gotta flow. Don't feel pressured to be perfect, just... enjoy it."
Dinky smolders. She gives Vinyl a look. A look that says that if there's any music in her, it's the kind not worth playing. But she extends her leg and strums. The guitar makes something like a C chord happen, but it's reminiscent of a dead garden in the sideyard. "There. I didn't try hard with that one at all."
Vinyl's warm smile remains, and she looks at the filly intently. "You've got it, pretty much. See, chords come in two sets - major and minor. The major ones, this one's C major, sound happy and in good tune, whereas minor chords sound less tuneful and kinda sad. Try... that one. That's an A minor." Vinyl moves her hoof up the fretboard, demonstrating.
Dinky nods. She listens to the chord and raises an eyebrow. "That supposed to be sad?" she asks. She looks at Vinyl's pastern and tries to copy her hoof position. "Like this?" Dinky isn't controlling every string.
"Almost," says Vinyl patiently. "You have to put a little more pressure on the G chord, like... so. Can you see?" She shows the filly her own hoof, before letting her try again. "It's not always sad - when you put it in the right place in the chord sequence it'll sound right, but generally, major chords are more light-hearted."
Dinky twitches. "I thought I was doing an A minor. Hold on." She repositions her hoof. "Okay. I..." She strums quietly with her other foorehoof--it's a shy A minor, except with a B thrown in where she couldn't hold the fret tight. "That's not right, is it?"
"So close. Just..." Vinyl moves the filly's hoof a little bit, adjusting the pressure, "Now. Perfect! Now see if you can switch from one to the other."
Dinky squints and tries to make it work. She nods and strums again. This time it doesn't sound too bad. She looks at the chart. "Okay... G major? Or..." She adjusts her left forehoof and tries to copy the diagram... she does decently, but there's a weird twang. "Doesn't sound too cheerful," she observes. Where's that coming from?
"The twang happens when you're not pressing hard enough with your hoof," explains Vinyl. She casts her magic over the strings, tuning them in an instant. "There, that should be a little clearer. I see you've got an F there." The DJ grins. "If you put all four of these together, you'll get the most famous 4-chord progression in pop music. C, G, A minor, F. Try it?"
Dinky looks confused. "Uhh... you want me to play all those? C and G and A and... this thing?" She tries the F out first... it lives up to the letter's reputation and fails. "Okay, wait." Screwing up her face, Dinky stares at the chart and finds the C major position again. She tries it. It's still an ugly garden. She switches to G, which is okay. Again she fails to secure the B string for her A minor. And then she just looks discouraged and can't seem to make sense out of the F she's seeing on the chart.
Vinyl giggles. "Like I said, first time is never gonna be perfect. Watch me, I'll go totally slow for you." The DJ picks up her guitar and strums a C... moving to the G... then the A minor... then the F. It's slow enough so the hoof positions can be carefully studied. "Don't give up. Have another go."
Dinky loosens her muscles, which seems to be a relief. The guitar rests on the floor. She watches the experienced musician take it slow for her. "Fine," she says. She goes to the C chord, which is still wrong somehow and sounds like it. Then the twangy G. Suddenly growing angry, Dinky pushes really hard and strums hard too. It's now not so much twangy as blunt. She furrows her brow and tries for the A-minor, but gets an A-suspended. She carefully tries again, skipping the B-string deliberately. Nodding, she tries the F out again. Yeah, no. "How am I--are -any- of these strings supposed to play an F?!"
"F's a killer. Took me ages, myself, but you'll get it. If you can't bar the E and the B strings properly, you could always use your magic, you know. I have the sheet spell here." Vinyl puts the paper on the music stand, before demonstrating by barring the E and the B with her magic and using her hoof for the other strings. It certainly sounds clearer, and easier.
"Sheet spell. Great." Dinky watches masochisticaally as the paper is covered by a spell she doesn't comprehend. The beautiful tone vanishes gradually into the fine acoustics of the cottage, while Dinky remains stock still. Then her lip trembles and she puts down the guitar. "I think I'm about done," she says.
"Hey, no. Wait." Vinyl says with a sigh of her own, moving the sheet spell away. She thinks for a moment or two, before, "Hey, I have an idea." She stands up and trots away from the filly, settling a few paces away and watching. "You have your guitar. Try everything you want to, go crazy with it. A lot of music stems from just... messing around, you know?" The older unicorn smiles. "I'll let you into a secret. I can't read music. At all. All my music is either through memory or just... experimenting. I don't understand notes on paper at all, it's like reading another language. Everypony has their own way of learning, and it just takes a little time to find it, that's all."
Dinky is puzzled by this confession, looking between the charts and the DJ. "So... let me get this straight. If I showed you these charts, but like... with dots instead of the hoof position, like on this part..." She taps the pattern below. "...you wouldn't know how to play it? And yet, this is how you decide to teach me?"
"I decided to teach you in lots of ways. First we look at the notes on the paper, then I demonstrate, now I'm letting you have a go on your own." says Vinyl gently. "I'm not telling you that you have to learn one way or another. I'm giving you suggestions. How you learn is up to you, and it's something I can't define until you tell me. Once you know how you wanna learn, we take it from there."
Dinky sighs long and slow. She lifts the guitar again, adjusts the strap fittishly. Now she finds the C position again and strums loud. It. Is. Bad. She takes the strings one by one. Any sequence of individual note seems merciful by comparison, so, well done, Dinky. Now she finds the pattern C-E-G-C-E-G over and over. Now C-E-G-E, alternating the top and bottom strings. She tries that for a while...
Vinyl watches peacefully from a distance, pleased that she's convinced the filly to keep on trying. She nods in time with the pace Dinky sets, smiling warmly at the kid with an encouraging glimmer in her eyes.
Dinky eventually pauses and tries adding a second G. It sounds off from the first one. She squints and tries adjusting her position... and it sounds kind of okay when she goes back to a pattern. Her C clips, though, and when she tries to fix it, she loses the position. A sigh follows. "All right." She tries out A minor again, omitting the second string. Again she finds a pattern of five, and it gets hypnotic. Occasionally she hesitates and the rhythm falters briefly.
Vinyl smiles. "Carry on... good. That's great, Dinky. Honestly, you're picking this up really fast." She watches, and notes that this filly learns through breaking things down into more manageable parts and repeating them carefully.
Dinky keeps going, and then she adds the B. It's actually okay as a broken chord, moving from A to C. It sounds kind of nice. E-A-B-C-A-E, over and over. Then, after a minute, she plucks the B again. She shifts her hoof. Now it's sharp. She adjusts again and another fret slips. She gets a C out of it now, but her chord is lost. Still, Dinky obstinately plucks that C over and over, harder and harder, then softer. Then she strums the chord and gets a mess. She stills the vibration and looks at Vinyl. "So you gonna do some teaching, or what?"
Vinyl shrugs with a smirk. "You seem to be doing pretty good on your own." she teases, but nonetheless trots over and sits, picking up her guitar and copying Dinky's string by string rhythm. "Work through what you have to do with each string at each point. Adjust the pressure as you go."
Dinky bangs the thing lightly, making it sound off. "You call this perfectly good?" She holds the thing again, tries to get an A minor together, and doesn't quite. "Adjust the pressure? Okay, so I'll just take ten seconds playing every chord, then. Sounds good to me." She switches to the G chord and tries string by string. At first, most of the strings are twanging. Eventually she gets what the teacher wants her to do, and now her broken G is actually nice. "Like that?"
Vinyl giggles. "Yes. That's nice. Now, listen, learning anything takes time, so don't be upset if you have to work on something for a few minutes. It's better than rushing. Rome wasn't built in a day and all that."
Dinky glares at the giggling. "What's so funny?" She frowns and keeps practicing her G major. "I'm not trying to build Rome or whatever. I mean, a few minutes is easy. Sure, whatever. I'm young, right? I've got time." She mumbles something about 'next year' until her breath. And then, on a whim, she switches the neck to her right forehoof. And struggles to find the position.
"It's a saying, it means that everything takes time. You think I became a popstar overnight? Hah, no. And you've got as much time as you're willing to spend on it." Vinyl says. "And I wasn't laughing at you. I just think you're doing a great job, okay?"
The DJ then helps the filly find the position with the other hoof.
Dinky nods, looking suspicious. "Sure, sure. You were laughing at something funny you thought of." She grips the guitar and strums with her left hoof. It sounds... about the same. Somehow different, even if all the notes are in order. "Uhm. Does it matter which hoof I play with?"
"Yes, because the strings are in the wrong order. If you wanna use that hoof I'll have to restring the guitar for you. But here..." Vinyl trots over to where the instruments are kept, rummaging for a few moments before pulling out another guitar. "Try this one. It's stringed for ponies who use that hoof."
Dinky nods, smiling a little. Someone actually thought of that! And they made a guitar for it. She takes the new one in hoof, positions her left hoof in the mirror image of how it was a moment ago, and sighs--happily for once. "Yeah. Yeah, that's easier. At least, easier than playing from the bottom up." She looks at Vinyl Scratch appraisingly... as if she missed something there before.
Vinyl grins. "Perfect. Now, if you try the chords... they might be easier." The DJ smiles warmly. "Everypony has one hoof they use slightly more than the other." Vinyl picks up Dinky's guitar. "Shall I restring yours?"
<OOC> You say, "Let's pause on that suspenseful note!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch XD
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "Yes."
<OOC> Dinky doesn't know whether she's left-hooved or not or even whether that's a thing.
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch says, "I guess we'll see!"
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch sleeps. XD Thank you!
<OOC> Dinky hugs you byebye!
<OOC> Vinyl_Scratch hugs!