It was late, very late. In fact, it was actually three in the morning. Silver Tune was nyumbani alone, still watching Tv on the couch, which was in the living room. Although she was tired, she had promised her sister, Roxy Tune, that she´d wait for her to come nyumbani from her job. Silver Tune yawned, then heard a knock at the door. She heard keys jiggling. Her ears perked up. She rapidly turned off the Tv. She covered herself with a blanket, and snored, pretending to sleep.

Her sister, Roxy Tune entered the room. She was carrying a bag, and smelled like liquor. She rolled her eyes, knowing Silver Tune was faking to sleep. She raised an eyebrow and laughed.

Roxy Tune: Tunes. Get up. wewe ain't foolin' me. *sets bag on table* *turns around*. Silver Tune.
Silver Tune: *ignoring*
Roxy Tune: Fine. wewe leave me no choice. * trots to kitchen*

Roxy Tune filled a cup of water with cubes of ice. She smirked and walked to Silver Tune, still holding the glass. She uncovered her little sister and splashed ice cold water on her face. Silver Tune let out a scream and jumped. She wiped water off her face.

Silver Tune: What is wrong with you?!
Roxy Tune: Hey, I alisema wewe left me no choice.
Silver Tune: Ugh... Do wewe know what time is it?!
Roxy Tune: Yeah. Like, four in the morning au so.
Silver Tune: Uh-huh. And where were wewe the past eight hours?
Roxy Tune: In a club. Working.
Silver Tune: For eight hours?!?!
Roxy Tune: Yes. If wewe have forgotten, I work as a Dj. 24/7.
Silver Tune: And why the heck do wewe smell l-
Roxy Tune: Tunes, please. It's a club.
Silver Tune: Did wewe drink?!
Roxy Tune: Yeah. But just some. Like, five shots.
Silver Tune: Ugh. wewe make such a big deal out of your work.

It was true what Silver Tune had said. Her sister, Roxy Tune was a bit below Vinyl Scratch as best Dj of Ponyville and Canterlot. Roxy Tune changed her appearance very often. Such as to dye her mane, dye her coat, cut her mane, au getting new piercings on her ear. She would usually cut her mane as a stallion and dye it purple with black. Many songs that Roxy Tune would play in klabu actually belonged to her, the creator of those songs.

Silver Tune: This is like, the eighth time wewe arrive late from work.
Roxy Tune: Well, it's not easy being a Dj, ya know?
Silver Tune: -.- Uh, yeah it is. All wewe have to do is press bila mpangilio buttons on that keyboard. In fact, I can make a dubstep song right now.

Silver Tune galloped to her room. She returned holding a sweater that had a zipper. She pulled the zipper up and down, creating sounds that actually did sound like a dubstep song.
Roxy Tune glared at her little sister.

Roxy Tune: And what do wewe do, Silver Tune? Sing?
Silver Tune: Yeah, so? It's hard.
Roxy Tune: Yeah, I don't think so. Being a singer is the easier than being a Dj.
Silver Tune: wewe also need to create lyrics, to make a song.
Roxy Tune: So? All wewe do is sit and write.
Silver Tune: Being a singer is harder!
Roxy Tune: No, being a Dj is harder!
Silver Tune: Yeah, like if wewe could ever make a song.
Roxy Tune: Oh really?
Silver Tune: Yup. *smirks*

Roxy Tune: Tomorrow, I have to work at a club. Maybe wewe can be my substitute.
Silver Tune: Well, what a coincidence. I have a song due tomorrow night at a club too.
Roxy Tune: What's it called?
Silver Tune: The Blues.
Roxy Tune: How ironic. I guess I'm after wewe tomorrow, at the same club after presenting. *smirks*
Silver Tune: Can't wait.