"What?! How could ya? You know I hate classes!" Babs Seed was very angry at her mom.
"But sweetie, it's only a DJ camp. You've been nagging us for months to be a DJ!" Her mom would point out.
"Whatever. I'll hate dat, even if I have ta go." Babs blew her hair out of her face with a small puff and stormed off to her room.
"By the way, it starts today. Gather your stuff and come to the taxi!" Her mom called.
"What?! You never told me it was today! I aint got anythin' ready!" Babs grabbed a pencil, some paper and her signature hat. She ran out the door as fast as she could. She jumped in the taxi and glared at her mom. Her mom paid the taxi driver and Babs was gone, off into the country hillsides.
Hillsides that were different from Manehatten.
Babs took off her hat to examine it better. It was gift from her cousin Apple Bloom, a farewell gift from the first time she visited. The hat itself was a baseball cap. The bill was medium length, still providing eye protection from overhead sunlight. The hat was a light yellow hue with muted orange tints across the brim. She placed the hat back on her head and set her head against a leather pillow on the cart. Her eyelids very slowly drifted down and Babs soon fell asleep. The trip was a five hour drive, so there was a chance she'd be up again before the trip was over.
Her eyes fluttered open. Babs was still in the taxi and it looked as they hadn't moved since she fell asleep. "Ah, wha' does it matta?" Babs shrugged and closed her eyes again, but not to sleep. She started humming her favorite road trip song.
Yeah, I'm chillin on a dirt road, laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones. Smoke rollin' out the window, an ice cold beer sittin' in the console. Memory lane up in the head lights, it's got me reminiscing on them good times. I'm turning off of real life drive and that's right, I'm hitting easy street on mud tires! Back in the day Pott's farm was the place to go, load the truck up, hit the dirt road. Jump the barbed wire, spread the word. King in the can and the Marlboro man, Jack and Jim were a few good men. Where ya learned how to kiss and cuss and fight too, better watch out for the boys in blue! And all this small town he said she said, aint it funny how rumor spread? Like I know something y'all don't know, man that talk is getting old. You better mind your business, man watch your mouth, before I have to knock that loud mouth out. I'm tired of talking, man y'all aint listening, dem ol' dirt roads is what y'all missin.
"Um.. miss? We've reached your destination." The stallion driving the taxi said.
"Oh, thanks!" Babs grabbed her stuff and left the taxi.
The building before her was an amazing sight. The outside walls were electric blue with darker blue stripes. The doors were a formal white. Babs Seed hitched up her hat and went in the door. A small mare peeked up from behind the counter and asked in a very quiet voice, "Seed, Babs?" Babs nodded her head and went further in the building until she reached a door marked DJ Lessons. She walked in the door and noticed a hook with her name on it. She hung her hat on the hook and sat down on the carpet. There was so many other fillies there and Babs didn't recognize any of them. There wasn't Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, or Scootaloo. Not even Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon. This was going to suck! Then she heard a voice. It was familiar but not. Who was it? Babs looked up and saw the mare that would change her experience at the camp forever.
Vinyl Scratch.
"Hey everypony! I'm your teacher, so just call me Vinyl! No Miss Scratch stuff!" Vinyl was very energetic.
"Anyways, I would like to introduce our newest mini DJ, Babs Seed!"
All the other fillies clapped for her. Vinyl pulled Babs up and greeted her herself.
"Hey kiddo! Nice to meet you! I'm excited to see if you actually wanna be a DJ. All these other fillies just sit around and do nothing all day!" Vinyl's attitude towards Babs was so kind.
"Well, thank ya. I really like music and hope dat dis class will be awesome!" Babs smiled.
Vinyl removed her sunglasses and looked Babs in the eye. "Hahaha! I can't be so serious! But really kiddo, this class will be good if you actually care to pay attention. It's not like a boring school class." Vinyl then held up her hoof for a bro-hoof and Babs did. Vinyl threw Babs an identical replica of her sunglasses and Babs put them on.
"Welcome, Babs." Vinyl smirked and then dismissed the class.
"If you'd like, we could spend lunch and recess chatting." Vinyl looked out the large glass window in the class.
"Oh my gosh! Dat would be awesome!" Babs laughed. But her face very quickly got sad when she realized she had no lunch for the entire month, as that was how long the camp was.
"Ey, don't worry kiddo! I got tons of food here for ya! C'mon, let's go!" Vinyl guided Babs out the door and down to the cafeteria. Inside, was a wonderland full of so many different meals. Babs ran up to one that stuck her fancy, various pastries all on one plate. Vinyl grabbed an energy drink and passed an orange soda to Babs. They sat down at a table and there was a brief moment of silence.
"Hey Vinyl, I have a question." Babs suddenly rang out.
"Yes kiddo?" Vinyl grinned.
"Do you see DJ in me, or do you just to that to all new mini-DJs?" Babs asked.
"Well, kiddo. Lemme tell ya, some fillies have absolutely no talent at all and I still tell em, 'Your great!' Even though they are terrible at what I do. But for you, it's different. I see potential in you! I can see you being a DJ when you grow up." Vinyl's voice got quiet.
"Woah! Are ya a fortune teller or something?!" Babs got excited.
"Hahaaha, no. I wish! But somehow, I can you someday taking my place." Vinyl smiled.
"Oh. Ahahaaha! How would I take your place? Would you die? Please don't tell me you die!" Babs sported a tear.
"Honestly, Babs, I have no clue. I hope I don't die, 'cause I'd love to jam out forever!" Vinyl Scratch put on her sunglasses and instructed for Babs to do the same. Two fillies walked by and started laughing at Babs.
"Excuse me?! This here filly has more talent in her body then the both of you plus seven other prissy little fillies! I'm sick of this rude behavior!" Vinyl just lost it. Snapped. Went berserk.
"Calm down, Vinyl! They are just stupid, what can you expect?" Babs laughed. The fillies got scared and ran out of the cafeteria.
"Sorry. I hate prissy girls who act like their better just 'cause they have their ugly little mark." Vinyl shook her head, causing her mane to sift from side to side.
Babs attempted to cover up her flank with her tail. "You n-noticed!?" Babs was sick with worry. This was her getaway from bullying for one month, but what if it continued here?
"Don't worry, kiddo. It means you're special. I didn't get mine until I was a few years older than you and oh boy was I teased for it. All it means is you can still figure yourself out. All them other fillies' are talented in.. what? Being rich and spoiled? Haha. Right..." Vinyl laughed.
Babs held up her hoof for a brohoof and Vinyl returned it.
"I'm so excited for your future, kiddo." Vinyl smirked.