[Art by: Casanova] ((Jasmine Cortez, simply known as "Jazz" in the streets, recently went up in the charts as one of the most influential artists of the era along other well known rappers. She became the artist of the moment not just because her rapping skills but also because her looks, no one can't her passionate brazilian charm. Currently 24 years old, but rapping since she was 12, made her way freestyling on the streets.))

New to this, you go to one of those freestyle battle which was advertised all over the city for something you'd hate to miss as the main event was Jazz having a face off against King Gill, another popular rapper. The freestyle battle of the decade!

The time has come and the crowd was enormous, you made your way by squeezing in between all the people until reaching the closest circle to the show. And hell yeah! Jazz and King Gill were both there to the sides of the DJ in the center of the circle, then he picked a mic and started talking to the loud crowd. "- Aight then! I hope ya'll are ready to spice things up, Jazz and King Gill. leaders of the game and meanest rappers of the time are having a battle!" Shouts the DJ, making the crowd cheer up even more. "- But now things are gonna get better as they both will pick someone from the crowd to be their duo!" He adds, putting a lot more of energy on this so everyone can hear him and understanding the meaning of it; the crowd just gets crazier.

And so, Jazz, with that cocky smirk on her face that appears on every poster and magazine cover, looks around to crowd in search for a fitting partner. Her dark eyes wander around, her hips can't help but move to the rhythm of the background beat; it's obvious the music is in her brazilian veins. And of course everyone is hoping to get picked but suddently her eyes stop on your and her smirk only gets slier.

With a smooth twirl she points the handle of a mic to your direction and nods her head; silently telling you to come. "- And don't you dare to make me look bad, papi."