You are a young, up and coming artist. With hopes of joining a fairly popular up and coming band.

You however, do not sing like most. When you sing, you sound like a human sound board.

Your songs do not contain lyrics and are mostly composed of different pitched beeps, baps, boops, and beatboxing.

You arrive at a smaller club, yet wildly popular amongst locals. It’s a bar, so it is a little odd seeing someone like you here.. due to your smaller build and babyface.

However, brushing off all the confused looks you get when you walk in, you catch the eye of a girl, and you catch hers

“Hey..”

said the girl inquisitively, she seems ro be sizing you up

“My parents own the place.. do a good job against my dad in a rap battle and he might not just turn you into a pile of ash..”

she said as she walked with you up stage, she plugged a mic in and threw it to you

“Have a little warm-up, i think you’ll need it.”