"Hmmm...nah...Gotta keep the Blue."

The DJ was getting ready for the day in her bathroom. She was deciding if she was gonna keep her hair blue or change it to a new color. One of the many joys of being a unicorn was magic. She would've used some simple spells and changed her hair a different color, avoiding the hassle of dye and things. Yeah, blue was her color and she was gonna display it for a while longer.

"Guess I should get going."

She slowly opened the door and peered out into the hallway. Her father was passed out drunk in the hallway. Another late night bender mixed with abuse on her. She would have to creep passed him in order not to wake him. Being home was always her least favorite thing. She hated it. Music was her escape and she would use it to fly from this place.

"Almost there..."

The thing about sneaking, it always makes your hooves put pressure into one focused point.

"CREEEEEAK!!!"

The floor had to be extra loud today!? Are you kidding me!?

"V..grumble..." stirred her drunk father.

She narrowly escaped her father and went into the main hallway. The exit to the house was there, and freedom lied on the other side of it.

"Are you kidding me?" she thought. "Sigh...mom."

She looked to her left and saw her mother on the sofa. She had a few bottles of her own scattered around her. Dried up drool on her face, and pile of vomit on the carpet. Dad surely wont be happy about that.

"Oh well, I wont be here when he wakes up." she thought. "I'll be at school."

She slowly left her house and slumped on the doorstep of her house. She looked up and gazed at the neighborhood she lived in. To say it was run down would be the best way to describe it. Most of the other ponies here dropped out of school and hung around in gangs. She was almost outcasted for deciding not to join a gang, and go to school. But she didn't care. She had her dreams and priorities in order.

"Ah...right on time, the trolley."

She boarded the trolley that would take her from the slums she lived in. As she rode, she pulled out her earbuds and started up her music and tuned out the world.

"Yeah...that's the tune." she said, slumping down in her seat.

Music was more than just sound to her. It was an escape. It was the one thing that understood her. It wrapped its chords around her and provided her comfort that she had never known from her family. It showed her a world within the world. Where everypony else would simply walk, she would move. She could see the music fly through the air and shape the world. And that bothered her the most.

Music shouldn't be just for her to enjoy at this level. Everypony should see it. Music is an art and lifestyle. It's what binds us and connects us. Where words fail, it succeeds.

"Oh well." She thought. "I'll try to make them see. 'Bout all I can do, I guess."

A few minutes later the trolley pulled up to the school and everypony got off. She looked up and saw her fellow musicians at there usual spot at the student drop-off. They waved for her to come over and hang out with them. Turns out they were rather impressed with her skills in the media booth.

"How's it going, guys?" she asked walking up.

They all explained pleasantries and applauded her on a job well done. She finally felt like she could fit in with everypony else.

"BING BONG!"

"There's the bell guys." said on the fellow musicians.

They all walked into the classroom and took there places. Once again the DJ was in her element, and she could show them what she was all about.

She looked up and saw that Olivia was sitting in the front row as usual. What was odd was that she was looking back and glaring at her.

"What's her deal?" thought the DJ. "Well...whatever...Today is gonna be awesome!!!"