Sick BeatDraco Malfoy was not good at singing. Whenever he tried, he ended up sounding like a shrieking pelican with a frog in its throat. He was definitely not destined for the stage.
Which is why, as Pansy shoved him onto the stage for auditions, he cursed her for existing and started to rap.
What else was he supposed to do? He didn't have anything prepared - he wasn't even supposed to be here. He came to watch Pansy audition for the show, not do anything himself! But hell if he would appear unconfident or unprepared. He was Draco Fúcking Malfoy - if there was one thing he excelled at, it was faking it till he made it.
And so he rapped. Freestyled it on the spot, because he could. He knew Romeo and Juliet inside and out - not because it was tragic, but because it was hilarious - so he had something to work with.
The judges laughed. He bowed when he decided he was finished, and was dismissed from the stage. No harm done. Yet - he was going to skewer Pansy with a tiki torch.
She grinned at him, giggling, as he approached her. "That was... Inventive!" She offered, smirking.
He shrugged at her, smiling thinly. "Indeed."
She rolled her eyes, punched him in the arm, and continued on with the day.