[center][img]https://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjU0LmZmNDI1MC5WR2hsSUV4cGRtbHVaeUJNWldkbGJtUSwuMAAA/shrikhand.regular.png[/img] [img]https://media.giphy.com/media/l3vR8KLmpYPgst6hO/giphy.gif[/img] [sub][i]A Collaboration Between: [@Bee] and [@Silent Observer] Featuring: [color=ed1c24]Yung Steve[/color] and [color=3f3fb8]Valerie Owen[/color][/i][/sub][/center] [hr] Yung Steve was as nervous as ever. But why was he nervous? It wasn’t like he was new to this sort of thing. But yet, his nerves were being demolished as he stood backstage. Tonight was a rap night, which was right up Yung Steve’s alley. The only problem was, every single beat was predefined and he didn’t know which one he would get. He could have one beat in mind that he was planning his freestyle to, but then they could switch the beat up on him at any time and completely ruin his focus. It helped to have something in mind, but they weren’t allowing him that today. They weren’t allowing anyone that today. These people didn’t know how these rap fests worked! It was pissing Yung Steve off, but at the same time he couldn’t just pull out. There was surprisingly a large crowd out tonight. This was the biggest opportunity he had so far. He held his head down low, getting in the zone to make his debut for the night. The beat had stopped, and the rapper ahead of him had finished his freestyle. Based on how the crowd was reacting, the prospective rapper had a lot to live up to. [b][i]”Aaaand up next, we have Yuuunnnnnnnnnng Steve!!!!”[/i][/b] That was his cue. He stood up off of the cart he was using as a chair and made his way outside to the stage. The crowd had a lot of energy in it tonight, which was great. It was something he could definitely feed off of. Raising his arms, he tried to get the crowd to cheer louder for him, and it was working alright. He put the mic up to his mouth, wanting to give himself a little more hype before he’d go freestyle. [color=ed1c24][b]”How’s everyone doing tonight?”[/b][/color] The crowd responded uproariously, but none were as passionate in their cheers as Yung Steve’s super-secret-super-fan, Valerie Owens. There were a number of students in the audience at The Underground tonight, and many of them were here to support BHHS’ national rapping treasure. For some, the treasure was that Yung Steve was a meme, but that wasn’t true for all. [color=3f3fb8][b]“WOO!!!”[/b][/color] As Val’s cheer fell silent along with the rest of the room, she bashfully pulled her hand down from it’s position up in the air and tucked a straightened lock of hair behind her ear. Sitting front and center, she anxiously awaited his performance. Yung Steve took a deep breath, as the crowd quiet down and silence had fallen onto the crowd like a blanket. The [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AIne0kQCNZo]beat[/url] came on and started to rumble the entire stage, and Yung Steve took a couple of hops to get his energy ready. Taking a deep breath, he put the microphone up to his mouth [center][color=ed1c24][b]”Uh yeah, yeah I’m Yung Steve. Can you really believe? It doesn’t feel like a relief Yuh… call that Red Cross I am such a fed boss (0:18) Yeah I’m swimming in the hot sauce Miss me with that caught loss I’m like the Pope I’m spitting all this dope Put me underneath a microscope Not like an athlete, nope. (0:25) Execution so sick, I don’t really have a huge dick Perfection is like arithmetic, I don’t get to pick Election, flow so electric I got the crowd standing and feeling absolutely ecstatic (0:31) Objection, your honor. Rejection, you a goner! Absolutely tedious I feel absolutely delirious. Rap so furious, it is not very mysterious. Yuh, I got a old feeling that got me reeling I feel so bold dealing, rotting me and it’s peeling. (0:40) Sanitize me Crunchatize me, Captain! Captain Crunch, yuh. There’s a big ol’ bunch Not a pig for lunch I feast, you dig on a hunch? (0:50) Mission Impossible like Tom Cruise, dodging all these lasers I can hear it like audible, sailing around in all this booze, edge so sharp you can call it a razor It isn’t terrible but it ain’t a ruse, but don’t go calling your neighbors (1:00)[/b][/color][/center] Valerie bobbed her and clapped softly in time with the beat. She was practically dancing in her seat and, despite what some might call poor taste rappers, the girl had rhythm. Her daddy taught her how to match a beat with her body, and hip-hop classes at [i]INITIATE[/i] built upon her natural talents. It might be a spectacle to be going all out to a amateur freestyle rap, but Val was living her best life, no shame. [center][color=ed1c24][b]”Back to back I got this rack It ain’t like the crack, I’m just saying the facts. I got it right here don’t need a fax machine Thinking otherwise like you drinking a bottle of chlorine (1:10) And I’m feeling so good unlike some other people from the hood- EversincewegotuphereIbeenfeelinglikeamilliondollarsclimbingupalloverthemountain RollinginabenzflexingoneveryoneallmilleniumstrivingandI’malwayscountin’ GotmyphonepulleduplikeImtheshits Ifyouaintwititdon’tfuckwithmebecauseIain’tfeelingnohaters SnappingatyoulikeImfromFloridacallthattheGators ImnotfromOaklandImfromLAFucktTheRaiders (1:25) Everyoneunderestimatingmelikeimshortchanged WhostosayImtheonethatsblamed EverydayandnightIbeonmygrindsippinonitallthistime Call it a crime? Nah. It’s just a day in the life of the prime. (1:35) I ain’t gonna call you mine I don’t give a damn about you Or your fam End of the day, Yung Steve is all that matters Uh yeah, Family Matters, Steve Urkel (1:45) We comin around full circle It’s hot in here, feeling thermal Shoutout to my fans For keeping me cool. (2:00)[/b][/color][/center] With that, Yung Steve dropped the mic and walked off, as the track ended and faded out. Damn… he hadn’t put out fire like that in a long time. The crowd popped after Yung Steve started ramping up his speed. The applause continued following the mic drop, some people even stood up and fist pumped. Among those excited people was, of course, Val. [color=3f3fb8][b]“Wow, he really killed it!”[/b][/color] Valerie said excitedly to the stranger on her right as she sat back down. They nodded and said it was the best they’d ever heard from Yung Steve. Val couldn’t agree more as she patiently waited for the other performers to take the stage. After all was said and done, maybe tonight would finally be the night that she got the courage to introduce herself! Yung Steve was out of breath. He was reeling from the adrenaline that he had accumulated from the performance. Never had he rapped like that in his life, and based on how wild the crowd was, it was definitely something the crowd liked. He was given celebratory high fives and daps as he made his way backstage. He needed time to wind down and let his heart rate settle. He hadn’t felt this energetic in such a long time. Eventually the show winded down, and certain people were able to mingle with the rappers if they wanted to. Yung Steve was laying back on the couch, nursing a water bottle as he was still trying to regain his composure. God, he had never felt this good before. After smoothing down her hair for what seemed like the hundredth time, Valerie stood up out of her seat. She straightened out her clothes, adjusted her purse strap, rolled back her shoulders, and held her head high and confident. Once she had properly composed herself, she strided over to the mingling area. She smiled warmly and a few of the rappers she passed by, complimenting their performance, all the while making her way to one specific performer. Yung Steve was lounging on a couch, his cheeks flushed a cute shade of red, probably from the rush of the stage. [color=3f3fb8][b]“Hey,”[/b][/color] she greeted, and perhaps overly formally, she extended a hand for him to shake. [color=3f3fb8][b]“I’m Valerie. You killed it tonight.”[/b][/color] Yung Steve was spaced out up until someone had come up to him. He was caught by surprise and nearly choked on his water before he got a sight of the girl who had come up to him. Looking up at her… he was stunned. Wow, she was beautiful. Yung Steve was flustered. He didn’t have anything to say to her other than the most awkward smile known to man. [color=ed1c24][b]”T-Thank you... it’s nice to meet you, Valerie. I’m Yung Steve.”[/b][/color] He smiled, before shifting his weight forward so that he could get off the seat. [color=ed1c24][b]”I’m glad you liked it though… I haven’t ever rapped like that, honestly.”[/b][/color] [color=3f3fb8][b]“Yeah, I know!”[/b][/color] Val replied excitedly, but promptly realized that her words could be misinterpreted as rude. Growing equally as flustered as Steve was, she giggled. [color=3f3fb8][b]“I mean, I’ve followed your work. We go to the same school, you know? But tonight has your best stuff, hands down. Shit was fire, and during a freestyle, no less!”[/b][/color] She shamelessly gushed like some fangirl. Yung Steve was caught off guard by this girl’s rather fanatic nature. She… followed his work? Well that was something he wasn’t expecting to see. That was a surprise, but a welcome one for sure. [color=ed1c24][b]”O-Oh thank you. I didn’t know you followed my work. That’s pretty cool. I’m glad to meet an actual fan, y’know? Not too many of you out there yet.”[/b][/color] Yung Steve smiled, before taking another sip of his water bottle. [color=ed1c24][b]”Do you want to sit down? I’m sure you must be a little tired.”[/b][/color] [color=3f3fb8][b]“Oh, sure, thank you!”[/b][/color] Valerie smiled and gracefully took a seat on the couch, leaving more than enough room for the Lord between them. Truly, she almost sat an uncomfortable distance from him, sheerly out of nerves. [color=3f3fb8][b]“I think you have more fans than you realize, though, you heard them out there tonight. You’re one of the most well-known rappers BHHS has. The crowd was full of students.”[/b][/color] Valerie sipped at the Sprite she had gotten from the bar towards the end of the night’s performances. [color=3f3fb8][b]“I’m not really that tired, I’m sure you are, though! I don’t know how you guys keep it all straight on stage like that. With the speed, and the lights, and the whole crowd watching you… I’d be a total mess!”[/b][/color] She giggled again and then cleared her throat. [color=3f3fb8][b]“What’s it like?”[/b][/color] Watching her sit down, Yung Steve couldn’t but to smile. God this girl was so cute. She had an energy about her that couldn’t be matched. Her voice was also very nice to listen to, which made him even more eager to see what she had to say. He was happier than ever after his performance, but this Valerie girl sure was making things a lot better than they were, and that was hard to do considering the night Yung Steve was having. Just listening to her talk made him smile and filled him up with warmth and happiness that was comparable to drinking some tea. [color=ed1c24][b]”What is it like? Well.. it’s really nerve wracking… but it’s a lot of fun, y’know? Usually I have these pre-planned but today it was just off the top of my head. I’m glad you liked it though. It means a lot to me, really.”[/b][/color] Yung Steve shrugged, before gesturing to her Sprite can. [color=ed1c24][b]”Do you want me to sign that? Maybe give ya a little memoir for the night?”[/b][/color] At that, Valerie giggled again. Going along with it for fun, she handed him the can. [color=3f3fb8][b]“Sure, that’ll make for a fun story to tell at parties when you make it big, right? ‘Yung Steve and I went to high school together, I totally got him to sign my Sprite can!’”[/b][/color] She laughed lightly before getting distracted by a buzzing in her purse. Val pulled out her phone to check the notification while Steve gave his autograph. Yung Steve took a sharpie nearby, before finding an empty spot to sign so that the graphic on the can wouldn’t interrupt the autograph. Locating the spot, he scribbled his obviously very practiced signature and handed it back to the girl. [color=ed1c24][b]”Don’t sell it on eBay.”[/b][/color] He joked, chuckling a bit. It was a lame joke, but he had a feeling she’d laugh anyway. She did. Looking up from her phone, she smiled and took the can back, nodding approvingly at the signature. [color=3f3fb8][b]“Only if doesn’t hit six figures in value, deal?”[/b][/color] Val gestured with her phone. [color=3f3fb8][b]“Thanks for chatting, it was really nice to meet you, but my ride is here to pick me up. I’ll see you around?”[/b][/color] She asked hopefully. Perhaps a little [i]too[/i] hopefully. Yung Steve held up a hand to salute the girl who had taken the time to talk to him. [color=ed1c24][b]”I’ll see ya around.”[/b][/color]