The Record Friction Chronicles:A new beginning

Chapter 2

This is who I am

Record walked into his house not knowing what to expect. He was assuming that his parents were already informed of the incident, and were waiting to punish him as soon as he walked in. He was mentally preparing himself for being shout at, 10 year groundings, and worse of all...beatings.
But when he walked in he didn't see his parents anywhere. He went to check the kitchen. Empty. He checked the living room. Empty. He even check his parents bedroom. Empty. Not a living soul was in the house except for Record. He went back downstairs to see if they had left a note or something. Record walked into the dining room, only to find a neatly folded sheet of parchment paper weighed down by his mothers turquoise vase. He removed the letter from under the vase, unfolded it, and began to read.

Dear Record,
Your father, sister, and I are going grocery shopping. We should be back roughly about 5 o'clock. Your free to make yourself a snack while you wait, but the garage is off limit for a surprise.

With Love, Mom

Record sighed in relief knowing that his family was alright. He was also glad that they didn't know what he did. But what was in the garage? Questions were racing through is head. What is in there? Why doesn't mom and dad want me to see? Why would they even tell me? Sure enough curiosity got the best of him.
He stood in front of the door to the garage. He twisted the doorknob.

"Locked." Record said to himself. In all his life the only doors that his parents ever locked were the front and back doors. Why lock this one? He tried to use his magic to pick the lock on it, but the knob had a barrier enchantment that kept his magic from opening the door. Minutes passed and eventually he gave up trying to open the door. What was in there that his parents didn't want him to see to go as far as enchanting the doorknob?
He decided he would ask when his parents got home. He went upstairs and began thinking of what he wanted to do for the talent show. At first he put on music and started dancing, that was a fail being as how he couldn't keep his balance. Then he tried playing guitar, he eventually ended up breaking all of the strings. He then decided to use a last resort of dubstep beatboxing. This was probably the only thing he could do that was decent. He decided that this is what he would do for the talent show. He quickly got good at this skill, with the beat, the wobble effect, and even dropping the bass. Record family walked in after an hour of him practicing. Almost instantly he heard his mother yell for him.

"Record, could you come down here please!" Records heart dropped, he knew why he was being called down. He was going to be punished for what he did, he knew that it was to easy to slide from something like this. His ears dropped and and his head looked at the floor as he slowly walked downstairs.
He walked into the dining room where his mother and father were sitting, and he sat down. His mother was the first to speak

"Record...do you know why we called you?" Record simply nodded with his head still down.

"I'm sorry mom I did-" Record was stopped by his father.

"W-wait sorry? Sorry for what son?" Record looked up. By what his father said he knew they weren't told of almost killing brace.

"I-I'm sorry for...trying to open the garage when you said not too." Record said with a calm frown. He didn't like to lie but he didn't want to get in trouble, so he decided to keep this a secret.
His father looked at him with an upset expression, but turned it into a smug grin.

"Okay we'll talk to you about that later. But do you know why we called you down here?" Said his father.

"No I don't." Said Record shaking his head. His mother immediately responded.

"It's because we were told that you got into the talent show...and we were working on something for you for your birthday, but I guess we can give it to you early."

"Give me what?" Record asked in confusion. His father went upstairs into the master bedroom. Only a minute later did his father come down levitating a key. He laid the key down on the table. It was a bright gold, with a silver engraving on it, and it glowed a light blue color.
Record immediately knew what the key went to. He took the key and went to the garage door. He put the key into the lock, and twisted the key. A blue spark was emitted from the key hole as soon as the door was unlocked. Record just narrowed it down to the barrier dispelling. He was anxious to see what was behind the door. His heart raced, his breathing was heavy, his hooves trembled in excitement. He turned the knob and opened the door. He was hit by the smell of paint and wood. His jaw dropped by what he saw in from of him. Laying on his fathers workbench, was a homemade turntable set. On the side was an engraving that said the most heartwarming he had ever seen.

Record you're going to do great things in this world son. We love you. From Mom, Dad, and Vinyl.

He turned to see his family in the door way. He smiled and ran toward them hugging all of them.

"Thank you." Said Record. He was speechless. He took the turntables up to his room and hooked them up. He got his favorite record from the closet and put it on. He slowly slide the record across the needle and made a perfect music scratch sound. It just felt right to him. He went faster and faster with the record, and in minutes he noticed he was making perfect dubstep. This is what he loved. This was all he ever wanted. This is who he was. Record had a tear run down his face in happiness, and said to himself.

"This is who I am."