Just a small time writer from the humble Wasteland State of Arizona. I spend most of my time writing stories or playing video games. That's all that really describes me.
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Union Jack placed his hoof on the record on the door. Vibrations shot up his foreleg into his shoulder, and after a few seconds, he found the common sense to knock. The door swung open on its own, and he heard a song start up, faint, but definitely cool-sounding. Turntable greeted him with a bro-hug and a pat on the withers, then said "You like the music? It's the last song on Mom's set, then I take over. It's called Save The World." Union Jack nodded wholeheartedly.
"Where can I get this song for my MP3 player? It's awesome!" he said as his head bobbed.
Turntable chuckled. "We'll worry about that later, Jack. I gotta start prepping for the gig, so see you in a while. Remember, gas mask, and password is your name." With that, Turntable disappeared into his room.
Union Jack knocked on the door to Radio Havok.
"Password?" said the bouncer.
"Union Jack." said Union Jack.
"Come on in sir. Enjoy the show."
Union Jack slipped on his mask and walked towards the stage, where the other Outcasts were already waiting. Black Bell rushed up to Union Jack, pushed his mask up, and gave him a passionate kiss. As he pushed his mask back down, startled, Black Bell took her place by Union Jack's side. The crowd was hushed. Turntable, or rather DJ Vox, leaned forward to get closer to the microphone.
"Hello once again audience, today I have some very special guests. My good friends the Outcasts are here to enjoy the party. Now let's drop some bass!" he said as he threw two records on and started up the first song on the setlist.
Union Jack's jaw felt like it hit the floor as the music washed over him. The bass pulsed, everything felt powerful. The entire crowd was hoof-pumping, and he followed suit.
Union Jack had discovered a new kind of music, and he liked it.
As the song drew to a close a few minutes later, the energy washed out of the crowd like a grass stain from a T-shirt.
DJ Vox leaned back towards the mic and said "Now that our opening number's over, change of plans. I'm going to teach my good friend Union Jack how to work these turntables right in front of all y'all. Union Jack, step up to the plate. It's time to spin some mixes, pal."
Union Jack reluctantly walked over to where DJ Vox was standing. "Place your hooves on the discs." said the DJ, who Union Jack could only faintly recognize as Turntable. Union Jack did as he was told. "Now do what feels natural." He moved his hooves slightly out of sync, creating a basic beat that the crowd seemed to like. He kept doing that for a few seconds, then used his magic to move a few sliders, keeping the beat he had started going. As his head bobbed, Vox moved two more sliders to change the pitch of the discs, and as Union Jack spun a tune, the crowd started to move in response to the music. He smirked under his mask and let DJ Vox take over. Vox kept the song going until he started a whole different song. Union Jack let himself be encapsulated by the music, and the song was over before he knew it, the crowd's energy settling once more.
"Hey Vox. Can I try another song?" Union Jack asked. DJ Vox/Turntable smiled and beckoned for him to walk up. Vox pressed a button and a second set of turntables slid out from the side of the first.
"Use these. They're normally for me whenever DJ-Pon-3 is playing, and you seem to be a natural at making beats, so improv time is at hoof. Let's get crackin. You run the beat, I run the melody."
Union Jack nodded and waited for his moment as DJ Vox started to scratch the melody into existence. Union Jack started to mix in bass and rumble, and the two were in perfect harmony.
The club's audience were pumping their hooves and bobbing their heads to the awesome music the two were making, and Union Jack smirked under his mask.
Black Bell hugged Union Jack and said "You did great up there! I didn't know you could mix!"
"I can't. It was only thanks to Turntable's help that I could. He did most of the work."
Turntable removed his sunglasses and said "You were a natural, Jack. That bass you spun during the fourth song? Damn. I was impressed, and my mom's a DJ!"
"Thanks man. But without your help, I would have failed miserably."
Turntable gave Union Jack a bro-hug and invited them all to go meet Vinyl Scratch in the flesh.
Union Jack was as happy as could be. A new kind of music, one he could actually play to some degree, a new friend, and some recognition. He kissed Black Bell and went to go meet Vinyl.