Scratched back to Xero

Young sounding mare: "Xero, why don't you tell us about yourself. I mean, your past, with you and your sister."

Xero: "Oh, you actually want to hear about the past of a washed up DJ?" my voice sounding hoarse with age

Mare: "We're doing a segment on Manehatten's youngest celebrity."

Xero: "I guess I could tell you a little about myself, want anything to drink?"

Mare: "Some water will be fine, thank you."

My life used to be full of joy, I had a beautiful marefriend, a great job, and a lot of fun teaching my sister to DJ, and telling her all about performances and music. She would sit there and listen with all the attention she could give, I knew she would become a great musician. We lived in quite a large city, people always passing through and we would occasionally get knocks on the door, they would usually ask for our father....

He taught me everything I know, and we never really knew our mother, since I was only four when my sister was born, our mom left us, and dad raised us on his own. He did a damn good job, too.

One day near the beginning of summer, for the life of me I couldn't remember. A friend of my dad knocked on the door, I had no idea if he was really my dad's friend, but I recognized him from years ago, he always talked with my dad. He asked me if I had my dad's old record anywhere, I told him he took it with him. I didn't like to lie to people, but I could tell he wanted my father's record, and it was all we had left of him. I wouldn't give it up for anything.

I called my sister to the studio room in the basement, and set up the speakers, and started to play a few songs off our dad's record and she started to cheer and dance. She was young at the time, maybe 12, I've lost track of time. She was full of energy and happiness, but that came to an end in Autumn. I was offered a DJ'ing position across town, and sister wasn't happy that she couldn't come with me. I had to take the job, it payed really well, and we needed money.

She stayed home, and DJ'd in the basement with friends most of the time. But one day, in the middle of spring, she decided to leave. She didn't tell me anything, she left a note saying she was sleeping over at her friends house, and that was the last time I saw her for two years. I kept working, hoping that she would be in the basement when I got home, playing her favorite songs, partying like there's no tomorrow. That day never came.