Drop the Beat

Evening hit, and digging for homework was getting nowhere fast. I needed to reset the rhythm. Spotted an empty metal soda can resting right beside a stack of hardcovers under the warm lamp glow. Perfect percussion. I hopped onto the polished wooden tabletop, cracked my knuckles, and threw a fast two-step combo straight into the tin side. Clang-tap-clang. The echo rang out sharp and loud, vibrating straight through the floorboards. Spat a quick four-bar rhyme right at the empty room to test my flow. Beats land clean. My head is dialed in, and nothing's slowing my pace tonight.