I was in this program called Blastbeat, a program where different schools create a record label, get bands together, have battle of the bands and shows, and the best band from each label compete for a trip to Dublin to perform and a record deal with an Irish label. The best record label wins money, and they're judged on their efforts and successes. I was a member of one of these labels, and last night was the night we presented our labels to a panel of judges. The woman who runs the Southern California division, Tori, was the one giving out the prizes to the successful record labels. We knew going into this judging thing that we were the worst ones. But we also found out as the prizes were given out that Tori had decided which label would win coming into the ceremony, which brought about this question...
What were the judges for?
WTF
They still insisted on approaching us and telling us how much they liked our label after the ceremony.
Our band Private Wasabi rocked the show for sure, which is when Tori realized that even though she gave every other label a prize except ours, our band would probably win. That was when she started going on and on about the label that one on stage as the next band suited up.
She also picked which band one.
Private Wasabi won second place.....
Hmmm..... Sound fishy?
WTF
Everybody knew they earned first, Tori, so THERE!
There's two WTFs for that ass....
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