A day before the jam ends, I checked. There was no Shrimp Rap to be found.
An hour before the jam ends, I checked again, yet no Shrimp Rap is to be seen or heard.
Half an hour in I checked, starting to lose hope. Maybe the Shrimp has forgotten about this year's jam. Perhaps, maybe I was too late to host another jam. No... it couldn't be. It was all my fault. Now that Shrimp Rap is gone, what will we do? The future of OST Composing Jam looks dark and bleak without any more Shrimp Rap. "What's the point of all of this?" I murmured to myself. "If it weren't for Shrimp Rap. Then it's all for nothing." I closed my laptop, trying to come to my senses, and stared out the window. It began to rain.
The jam ended, my Discord filled to the brim with pings and dms, and that's when I saw... no... it can't be. Shrimp Rap has submitted. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears. As I listen to it, I begin to cry. Such beauty. Absolute cinema. Every beat and every bar, it was all so... undescripable. A single tear drop rolled down my cheeks. OST Composing Jam is now in good hands. The rain stopped. The future looks bright and shining again, thank you king.

































