First floor rec room, Wednesday afternoon
Sam could say she was in the rec room to check on things for this week's iCarly.
Actually, she was just bored.
She bopped along, humming to herself and nodding her head to a rhythm only she was aware of. Well, until an actual beat started, seemingly coming from nowhere. Sam might find this odd, except she was distracted by the sudden urge to freestyle.
"We’re rockin’ out here in the rec room, yo,
We’re dancing out high and we’re dancing out low.
Oh, there is a rug and it’s really kinda pretty,
You know it’s really good and you know it’s kinda gritty.
Now I’m walking over here: there’s a chair
Now I’m over here, now I’m over there.
I’m walking back here now, oh wow!
Look at this chest, it’s here in the now.
It’s kinda like -- kinda snazzy like a treasure,
You know it’s gonna give me lots and lots of pleasure.
Now I’m walking over this way, look it, here’s a lounge thing,
Oh yeah, you know it’s gonna zing,
Oh yeah, we’re walking over here and there’s a dog and there’s a frog.
Wait, there’s never a frog in sight,
I don’t know why I said it, but we ain’t gonna fight,
‘Cause we’re gonna be fun, we’re gonna be fun.
We’re gonna be fun, we’re gonna be number one here
Number, number, number one here
Ohhhh yeah.
There’s a brick wall, and there’s some monkeys,
I don’t really know, but, I see’s them.
And here’s a dog, he’s really really snazzy,
And he’s got some ugly eyes, they’re really ugly eyes,
They make me surprised,
They fill me with lies
This room is round. That’s not lie.
Wait if I was lying would I fall right down and die?
I don’t know! We’re going over here in a circle,
Yeah we’re going over here in a circle,
Yeah we’re going over here in a circle,
Oh, oh, and now I’m going to sit down in the corner of the room,
And now I’m going to stand up, and I’m going to spray some perfume.
And now I’m going to walk down, I’m going to walk down like this,
Now I’m going to walk down and give the camera a kiss."
Sam finished kissing her camera phone and tucked it back into her pocket.
"RANDOM DANCING!" crowed a voice from wherever the beat box rhythm had come from, followed by some generic techno.
Far be it for Sam not to oblige.
[ooc: because freestyling about nothing is way more Sam than Jennette McCurdy's country-pop tracks. Open rec room is open!]
Actually, she was just bored.
She bopped along, humming to herself and nodding her head to a rhythm only she was aware of. Well, until an actual beat started, seemingly coming from nowhere. Sam might find this odd, except she was distracted by the sudden urge to freestyle.
"We’re rockin’ out here in the rec room, yo,
We’re dancing out high and we’re dancing out low.
Oh, there is a rug and it’s really kinda pretty,
You know it’s really good and you know it’s kinda gritty.
Now I’m walking over here: there’s a chair
Now I’m over here, now I’m over there.
I’m walking back here now, oh wow!
Look at this chest, it’s here in the now.
It’s kinda like -- kinda snazzy like a treasure,
You know it’s gonna give me lots and lots of pleasure.
Now I’m walking over this way, look it, here’s a lounge thing,
Oh yeah, you know it’s gonna zing,
Oh yeah, we’re walking over here and there’s a dog and there’s a frog.
Wait, there’s never a frog in sight,
I don’t know why I said it, but we ain’t gonna fight,
‘Cause we’re gonna be fun, we’re gonna be fun.
We’re gonna be fun, we’re gonna be number one here
Number, number, number one here
Ohhhh yeah.
There’s a brick wall, and there’s some monkeys,
I don’t really know, but, I see’s them.
And here’s a dog, he’s really really snazzy,
And he’s got some ugly eyes, they’re really ugly eyes,
They make me surprised,
They fill me with lies
This room is round. That’s not lie.
Wait if I was lying would I fall right down and die?
I don’t know! We’re going over here in a circle,
Yeah we’re going over here in a circle,
Yeah we’re going over here in a circle,
Oh, oh, and now I’m going to sit down in the corner of the room,
And now I’m going to stand up, and I’m going to spray some perfume.
And now I’m going to walk down, I’m going to walk down like this,
Now I’m going to walk down and give the camera a kiss."
Sam finished kissing her camera phone and tucked it back into her pocket.
"RANDOM DANCING!" crowed a voice from wherever the beat box rhythm had come from, followed by some generic techno.
Far be it for Sam not to oblige.
[ooc: because freestyling about nothing is way more Sam than Jennette McCurdy's country-pop tracks. Open rec room is open!]