"Sometimes, I feel weaker, when my head hits the speaker. Sometimes, I feel stronger, when I want to make it longer. Fear, it surrounds me, kicks and snares, no boundaries. When The love of the music takes me low, low, low."

This was the song that Decibel would sing to every pony in attendance at the concerts hosted by his mother, Vinyl Scratch, or as she was known on-stage, DJ Pon-3. It was a simple song that described his passion for all things music. But it was more than that. The feeling he got when he walked up on stage, the spectacular light shows that he would spend hours choreographing, the countless fans that would scream his name and cheer him on. He reveled in the entire experience, and often wondered if he were the luckiest pony to have ever been born.

Ever since Decibel (or DB as he liked to be called) was born into this world, his mother knew instantly that he was destined to do great things. The young star had decided to take time off from performing in order to care for DB until he was old enough to be enrolled in Princess Celestia's School of magic. She was going to give him the education that she herself had decided to miss out on in exchange for the fame and fortune of a musical career. At least, that's what she planned on doing until she discovered that her son had a very unique talent, a talent which would set the wheels of progress in motion, and would unravel a chain of events that would reshape the very history of Equestria.

The day had finally come. It was Decibel's first birthday, and Vinyl Scratch could not have been happier. For the first time in a year, she was going to dust off her turntables and spend the day creating music with her son, just like her father had done with her on her birthday. She could still vividly remember that first day in the studio. The massive speakers, the audio controllers covered in switches and dials all labeled with words that at the time were completely foreign to her, and the myriad of cables which interconnected all of these things. Any other pony would have been overwhelmed by such a site, but Vinyl Scratch wasn't just any pony. She caught on quickly and was soon creating sounds and melodies that even her father had never heard before. She found herself spending entire days playing the keyboard, pounding the drums, and of course, scratching old vinyls, and she strived to create music that would give those who listened to it the same sense of excitement and wonder that the music gave to her. Her father supported her every step of the way, and eventually decided that she was ready for her public debut. So, on the day of the Summer Sun Celebration, the two musicians headed to Canterlot to put on the show of a lifetime, and from that day on, there wasn't a pony in all of Equestria who didn't know the name Vinyl Scratch.

Now it was time to see if Decibel possessed the same passion for music that she did, or if he would go the route of his father and stick to his studies. Either way, unlike his father, she had promised herself that she would support his decision and make sure that she was always there for him. But she sure as hay wasn't gonna find out by laying in bed all day, so she hopped out of bed and walked over to her son's room, where she was delighted to find that he had closed the door. Now, most mothers in her position would knock quietly and wait for confirmation that their kid was awake, but Vinyl Scratch was not most mothers. she knew that he wasn't a morning pony, and had way too much fun exploiting that whenever she could. Going into what she liked to call "morning mode", she reared up, lifting her front hooves off the ground, and then proceeded to use those hooves to brutally attack the door. On the other side, Decibel was jolted awake by the sound of something trying to trample his door down. "Oh no..." he muttered to himself, realizing that he was about to be the victim of his mother's relentless "sarcastic-as-fuck mode". "Okay, okay, I'm awake!" He tried in vain to calm the situation, but this only added fuel to the fire. In her usual, hyper dramatic fashion, she threw her head back (while continuing to pummel the door) and started half-whining, half screaming: "OH DECIBEL?!? DECIBEL MY SWEET BOY WHO ISN'T OUT HERE ENJOYING HIS FIRST BIRTHDAY WITH HIS MOTHER?!? IT WOULD APPEAR AS THOUGH YOUR DOOR IS CLOSED, AND I HAVE NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT YOU'RE OKAY!!! PLEEEEEASE OPEN THE DOOR SO THAT I CAN KNOW YOU'RE STILL ALIIIIIVE!!! PLEEEE-" She heard the doorknob turning and ceased fire. After all, it's all fun and games until somepony gets a hoof to the face. As the door opened, Vinyl prepared the most obnoxious smile she could come up with, and as much as he hated it, he had to do everything in his power to keep from laughing when he saw the goofy expression. Without breaking her smile, she hollered out her most cheerful �Good mornin'!� while her son stared at her in disbelief. �Why do you do this to me?� he asked her apathetically, still half asleep and not quite ready to go along with her torment. �Because I'm your mom, and it's my job, that's why!� she replied, still using her mock filly voice. �Speaking of, remember what I said we were gonna do today?�. Of course he remembered. It was the only thing his mom would talk about for the last 3 weeks. �Yeah, you're finally gonna show me the studio, right?�.

�Correct! Everypony knows that a unicorn's first birthday is when he gains the ability to use magic, so family tradition dictates that the first place we test it out is the studio! Ready to check it out?�.

�Yeah, let's do it!�

Decibel could feel his excitement growing as the two descended the stairs to the infamous �Vinyl Scratch Basement Studio�. He remembered the stories his mother would tell him describing her natural abilities and was wondering to himself if he had inherited any of her genetic traits. In fact, at least as far as appearances were concerned, they were complete opposites. Where Vinyl Scratch was completely white (Except, of course for her cutie mark, a black musical note) and had a white mane and tail which she started dying blue for aesthetic purposes,  Decibel's coat, mane and tail were completly black. In fact, the only thing that could be seen of him at night were his eyes, which, oddly enough were the same deep shade of blue as his mother's artificial mane. Vinyl, sensing her son's nervousness, reached over and gave him a light kick in the flank. �Why ya so quiet, bud?� she offered with a chuckle. �This is gonna be awesome!�. He looked over to Vinyl, then back to the bottom of the stairs and grinned as he shook his head. �It's just that I don't think I'm gonna be very good at making music.�, he explained to her.

�Well what makes you say that?�, she asked. �You haven't even tried it yet!�. Decibel wanted to protest further, but they had reached the entrance. He looked to his mom, who looked back at him and motioned at the door with her head as if to say �Come on, open it.�, so he reached up and gave the knob a quick turn, only to find out that the door was locked.

�Teeheehee. It's funny because I knew it was locked, but I asked you to open it anyway.�

�Yeah, mom, I ge-�

�And then you tried to open it, but you couldn't�

�...Are you do-�

�Because it was locked!�

He decided at this point that it was best to say nothing, and after waiting for about fifteen seconds to make sure she had nothing left to add, he backed away from the door. Vinyl stepped in and used her magic to deactivate the lock. Then she pushed open the door and walked inside, with Decibel following close behind. As they stepped inside, both ponies began surveying the giant room, but as Vinyl was taking notice of all the dirt and dust that had gathered over the past year, she glanced over at her son and saw that he was still trying to take it all in. She decided to snap him out of his stupor before he hurt himself. �Come on, get cha ass in here!� she exclaimed as Decibel snapped back to life and walked up to his mother who was standing next to what looked like a piano with a lot of different knobs on it. �So... whatcha think?�. Vinyl was ecstatic, and the young colt finally understood why. This wasn't about music. It was about the two of them being together and enjoying a moment between mother and son. He grinned and looked at the strange piano. �I think I'm ready to get my hooves dirty.�

�now that's what I'm talkin' about! But before we tackle the korg (that's the proper name for it), we gotta talk about the most important aspect of this entire profession.�. She went to the back corner, picking up two plastic tubes that seemed to be filled with a blue liquid, and dropped one at his feet while keeping the other one suspended with her magic. �This is a glowstick, and you have no idea how much fun this is gonna be. Once you get your magic going, you'll be able to break 'em with no hoofs, but for now, just step on the center of it to get it going. Like this:� and without missing a beat she squeezed the center of the tube and heard the familiar cracking sound that she knew and loved. Decibel did the same and awaited further instruction. �Now you just pick it up and shake the shit out of it, like this!� and she began nodding her head to an invisible beat, shaking up the glowstick and activating the chemicals inside. Again, Decibel mimicked her by picking up his own stick and violently shaking his head. Vinyl laughed at  the enthusiasm. �That's it! Now lemmie show you the best part about this studio. I have it programmed to do stuff when I say different phrases. For example, if I feel like having a balls-to-the-wall jam session with my son and some glowsticks, I just have to say 'BASS CANNON'�. Immediately, the lights were cut and replaced with strobe lights, and loud, bass pumping techno music began pulsating out of the speakers and attacking their bodies. Decibel had never felt anything like this, but he soon found himself drifting closer and closer to the speakers, jumping up and down every time he felt the bass kick. This had to be the coolest thing he'd ecer experienced. The white mare watched as her son  moved along with the beat and smiled. She could feel tears start to well up behind her purple shades, and she wondered if she were the luckiest pony to have ever been born.