Week 1 - Part 9

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We sing again. It's a little trickier this time, but nothing I cant handle. It's more up beat with a better rap feel. At the beginning, we go full on beatbox! I'm the echo. That what I do- try handle remembering the tune and rhythm whilst keeping up and keeping Girlfriend entertained. It's totally worth it, because my girlfriend loves me for it. The night has felt like an hour so far, although we've only been here for ten minutes. When the song ends with another turn of beatboxing, Daddy Dearest gets mad. I've bet him again!

"Gah!" he shouts. Girlfriend is covering her face with her soft hands and I can see her smiling and blushing behind them. I bet her dad- and ex-rockstar! "You think you're hot stuff??" he comments. Girlfriend uncovers her face and prepares to say something. "Well, you're not..." he interrupts. "And if you can beat me here, maybe then I'll even consider letting you date my poor daughter. I'm offended by this, and Girlfriend looks hurt for me, having her hand on her chest near her heart. He isn't done with his Dad's rapping. I'm pretty sure my dad could have done it, but he's miles away in a different country on holiday and he barely EVER sings.

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