STROP HAS A SISTER? IS SHE PRETTIEZ?
Oh crap, I said too much again <_<
Unlike Strop, Strop's sister does not exist on internetland.
More like Strep.
Strep's already taken, by Strop's "
Dr Horrible" alter-ego.
There was a super-severe storm that literally blew through the southern half of Australia, and as a result I had next-to-no internet for that time. Since this constitutes a delay, allow me to tell you a story:
Back in the days when I attended high school, as a senior (or year 12 if you live in Australia, Form VI if you live in the UK or equivalent), the school was experimenting with a new student council whose role it was to organise student-run events. Such as a Battle of the Bands, since the popular music scene was branching off from the already burgeoning but classically-oriented music department. One of my friends from way back (primary/elementary school) appointed himself as the spokesperson for this council. This guy's a bit of a ratbag, so at a school assembly, he took the liberty of announcing that the battle of the bands would feature me performing a freestyle rap.
That was the first
I knew about it!
My friends stared at me. Then, as other people caught onto the focus, the group of people staring at me widened radially until nearly eight hundred pairs of eyes were staring at me. That is to say, the whole hall. Awkward.
I had a reputation as a
classical musician, and a nerd to boot. There was not a trace of rapper in me. But it was too late: suddenly the whole school knew I was going to rap and it didn't matter what I said about it, if I didn't represent, the shame, man, oh the shame it would bring!
So I didn't have much of a choice. I scribbled down some lines, did some research, and come that fateful day, I stepped into the circle of a hundred odd people on the playground and was handed the mic. I can tell you now, I'm used to performing but this time I was just about bricking my pants! But nothing for it, I busted a few verses about how terrible a rapper I was (and made fun of some of the staff). And beatboxed. And got one of my beatboxing friends to give a preview for a performance he was to give. Before the beatboxing phenomenon reached mainstream media, I might add. Pioneering, yo.
It worked (or, should I say, I got away with it). People were even trying to compare my style to various rappers. More embarrassingly, people were trying to imitate me, though probably more to make fun of me >_> BUT I GOT RESPECT!
I think D:
Thus lies the inspiration behind this round. If you're well-known enough, you need to be prepared to weather unexpected s*** other people will say about you, and this may involve stepping out of your comfort zone. Considerably.
