The club was as busy as it ever was. With world renowned DJ Vinyl Scratch manning the turntables, there was no reason it wouldn't be. Today was a day for the new era of music, modern dubstep and rave. As the wubs exploded through the speakers, all seemed to be in total enjoyment of her mixing abilities.

Until a new face in Ponyville walked to the front of the crowd. Her fur had a pale orange tint to it, while her cutie mark appeared to be a set of headphones. Her mane wasn't very aboriginal or ornate, just a simple straight down look. Her mane had two outer red stripes with a yellow one right down the middle. She appeared disappointed as Vinyl caught a glimpse of her frowning face.

"That should've been a triplet figure back there. I can do way better!" explained the showy newcomer.

"Is it a mix off you are trying to provoke?" questioned Vinyl, a bit overconfident.

"That wasn't exactly my intention but very well!"

"Let's get started then!"

And as the set up an equivalent turntable next to Vinyl, the mix off had officially begun!

It started off with Vinyl using a catchy new dubstep song that had a sixteenth note feel to it. In other words, it felt like the music was going at an incredible rate. As the crowd finished raving on to Vinyl's new tune, the bar was set, and expectations were high.

The newcomer didn't want to keep anyone waiting, so she started as soon as she could. First came the bass, kind of slow at first. Next came a higher pitch playing slightly faster. Then she added more. And more. And more. And just as it felt like the speakers would overload with sound, the bass dropped, and the crowd was overjoyed with the end product!

"Wubs, wubs everywhere!" proclaims a listener in the club.

As it went back in forth between the calm and dropped portions of the song, the entire crowd expressed a feeling of goosebumps. As the song ended, it was almost too close to call. As a matter of fact it was, the competition was considered a tie!

This was the first time in her young life that Vinyl had ever been matched, or even close to it!

"It's impossible! I laid down everything I had out there," said Vinyl softly to herself.

"Trust me, I did too haha!" expressed the newcomer.

"Oh hello there. Honestly, I haven't had a competition as close as that, well, ever! Did I catch your name?"

"The name's Record Rip. I do this kind of stuff all the time!"

"Have we met before? The name sounds familiar..."

"I don't think so, I'm from over in Coltsburg. I kind of miss my original home..."

"Interesting, I was born there but moved away when I was too young to remember. My dad said my mom and him split up a little while after I was born."

"So you were raised by your dad?"

"Yup!"

"Weird, I was raised by my mom... she said her and dad were split up before I came along... she said my dad is dead now though."

"That's weird, my dad just died... well maybe we're..."

"Is there a chance we're..."

"Related?" they said in unison.

At that point, Vinyl had a hunch that it could be true, at which she pointed out, "I have a friend who can really test to see if we are, her name is Twilight Sparkle. She'll be happy to help us, I'm sure..."

So they fumbled over to Twilight's house, as they had a tad to drink to celebrate their possible sisterhood, and as they had her house in sight, they saw twilight outside the door looking quite happy. They told her their story and she was astounded!

"So what do you need me to do girls?" asked twilight.

"To basically see if we're sisters." explained Vinyl.

"Yes please!" Record chimed in.

"Well you're out of luck today girls! I have hornthrax, and I'll be out of magic for a week or two. Sorry!"

"No that's ok twilight, we'll find out somehow!" replied Vinyl.

"Alrighty then, best of luck to you two!" Twilight said as they were walking away.

"Thanks!" beckoned Vinyl in return.

As they were walking, they wanted to learn more about the other's heritage and likes/dislikes. What was the other parent's name, favorite color, food, pet, song (of course), game, and many more! The only information from that conversation they needed on their quest was the parents' names. It turns out, Vinyl's mother's name was Operia, and her dad's name was Rockio.

"I wonder..." said Vinyl

"Wonder what?" returned Record.

"If maybe mom can tell us if we're sisters..."

"I doubt it, she has Ponyheimer's Syndrome."

"Oh, that's a shame..."

"Wait, isn't the entire family in the Musical Hall of Fame?"

"I guess they are! We have to check!"

"But the Hall of Fame is all the way in the Ponico Mountains..."

"Why would they put it in the mountains? Why not somewhere more logical, like in the heart of a volcano? Oh! Or maybe at the bottom of the ocean!"

"Hey, suck it up cupcake, we have ground to cover if we're ever going to know!"

"But I just had that microwave firebomb burrito..."

"Too bad Vinyl! I'm sure they have toilets on the way up the mountain!"

"Oooh sure... hey guys, what's that on the side of the trail? Oh, that's some hiker taking a dump on his way up! That's not stupid or anything!"

"Whatever! My point is, we need to get all the way up to the top, and right now we're 50 miles away and 20,000 feet below where we need to be!"

"Ugh Record, why do you enjoy making me do manual labor?"

"I don't it's just... whatever, you can stay here if you want, go eat some ice cream and play some xbox fat-so!"

"Even I didn't call you names..."

"You're right, I'm sorry, but let's do this!"

"That's what she said, Record!"

"Oh shut up..."

And so the long, and verbally annoying trip to the mountain began, as the two possible relatives embark on their journey to find out if they had a long lost sister...

Author's Note

This is only the first chapter. The remaining few will be a lot funnier, which I tried to display during the dialogue at the end. I'll publish chapters daily if you want me to.