It was the groups first day in the studio and if they were honest, the news was much more of a talk show than the actual news. In fact, they were playing a game to help the presenters get to know them better. All of them were laughing their heads off and it was just like at home, they forgot the cameras were there.
"Okay ," one, Kyle, said. "Who's the better rapper, Skye or Zuma?"
"Oh no." The others grumbled while Skye and Zuma held up their own coloured cards. Rocky, Rubble and Tracker went with Zuma while everyone else went with Skye. The blonde smiled triumphantly while Zuma complained.
"No way awe you bettew than me!" He gasped, mock offence in his voice.
"Yeah I am."
"Niki Minage Is not a real rap!"
"Oh hell nah!" Skye held up her hand. "Yeah it is but that's child's play. I'm talking 'proper' rap."
"Pwove it then." Zuma folded his arms and smirked.
"Oh I intended to." Skye nodded. She produced her phone from her pocket and searched for a song. She smiled and pressed play before beginning.
"Return of the Mac, get em
What it is
What it does
What it is
What it isn't
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the internet and checking out who hit me, get up
Thrift shop, pimp strut walking
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby
Sweater game nope nope y'all can't copy
Yup, Bad, moonwalking
This here, is our party
My posse's been on Broadway
And we did it our way
Grown music
I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I'm on
Let that stage light go and shine on down
Got that Bob Barker suit game and plinko in my style
Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But, I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustlin'
Chasing dreams since I was 14
With the four track bussing
Halfway cross that city with the backpack
Fat cat, crushing labels out here
Nah they can't tell me nothing
We give that to the people
Spread it across the country
Labels out here
Nah they can't tell me nothing
We give it to the people
Spread it across the country." The blonde stopped and switched off the music. She looked smugly at an astounded Zuma. "Bite me!"
Everyone else laughed as Zuma was forced to admit defeat.
"Yeah...we can get pretty competitive." Rocky shrugged.
"Especially between couples."
"Speaking of couples," the second host, Carla, said. "Obviously there are a lot of you. Four couples but poor Rubble." The group started giggling.
"Hey!" The youngest member chuckled.
"I'm sure you've got girls trailing after you though."
"Course not. He's really shy." Everest smiled. "Not that that's a bad thing."
"But we think he has a crush on someone." Sweetie ruffled his hair.
"I can speak for myself y'know. And I don't like Chelsea."
"Who's Chelsea?" Marshall raised an eyebrow.
"...whaaaat?" Rubble chuckled nervously.
"Rubble?" Tracker smirked.
"Um...I...um...bye!" Ruble ran back towards the dressing room just before the ad break.
"While the ads are on, we're gonna do some snooping!" Skye declared as the director called cut.
"Let's go!" The eight teens followed their friend.