Anarchy in the Equestrian Nation

Union Jack walked into the schoolyard, and was greeted by Black Bell, as usual. As he approached the Outcasts' table, he saw something sitting on it: a boombox. It was blasting music, techno that seemed familiar. When he got closer, his eyes shot wide open. It was a crystal-clear recording of the set he and Turntable had played the previous night, including the basic beat he had mixed with Turntable's help. Turntable hit the stop button and said "Well if it ain't the famous Union Jack. Dude, the crowd loves you! You're a huge hit! From now on you're playing at all my shows with me! I'm not just saying that cause you're famous either. You have great potential. I think I'll ask Mom to train you. That is, if you're up for it."

"Is there money to be made?" asked Union Jack.

"Oh hell yeah. Mom and I rake in the bits like nothin. Of course, it all goes to managing Radio Havok, but you win some you lose some." replied Turntable.

"Well, I'm certainly for it." Union Jack said.

The 8:35 warning bell rang, letting students know there was five minutes left till class. Union Jack stiffened, then turned and bolted for Physics class, Vagabond and Manga close behind.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully, at least until 6:00 PM.

Union Jack placed a hoof on the door with a record again, feeling the vibrations of another set. He knocked, same as last time. The door swung open and there stood Vinyl Scratch, sunglasses perched on top of her head. "Come on in. Turntable's waiting for you!" she said cheerfully. He followed her up to the studio in the loft, and observed as Turntable, dressed in his red bomber coat and aviators, finished up the song he was working on. As Turntable stepped out, his glasses almost fell off of his face. Union Jack looked at himself in the booth's window and realized his mask was at home.

"Crap. Do you want me to go get my mask?" Union Jack asked.

"No, it's just... I've never seen you without your mask..." Turntable replied shakily.

"I've lifted it up while I was eating before. You can't tell me you never saw that."

"I never looked at the right time, I guess." Turntable said.

"Why are you so freaked out? It's just my face." Union Jack replied, a little irritated.

"Yeah, but... The scars. Man, how did you get those?"

"It was from when I tried to burn down La Cienaga. The petrol bomb I was carrying fell when I slipped in a puddle, thankfully the thing was unlit, it shattered, and I fell muzzle first into the glass." Union Jack said, regret filling his voice. "I'm ugly, aren't I?"

"No, dude, I was just a little frightened that you had scars hidden under the mask that you never told us about."

"Well, Black Bell knew. So did Vagabond, and Manga."

"Well, let's ignore that. Come on bro, we have techno to make."

The rest of the evening was spent mixing and spinning, honing Union Jack's skill on the turntables.