Once upon a time, in a bright city called New York, there was a young writer named ResidualJoe. He loved wearing cool hats and shiny shoes, just like his favorite rappers. ResidualJoe would write fun songs and share them with everyone.
Joe had lots of dreams. He wanted to make music that would make everyone dance and smile. But one sunny morning, when Joe skipped to the studio, he found a big locked door! 'What's this?' he thought.
He peeked through the keyhole and saw an empty room. 'Oh no! The music label said bye-bye to me,' Joe realized. But he was not sad for long. 'I will make my own music!' Joe cheered, tapping his foot.
So, ResidualJoe started to write new songs. He wrote about skyscrapers that touched the sky, about the little ants below, and about the fluffy clouds that looked like cotton candy.
But something magical happened. Every time Joe finished a song, it would leap off the page and swirl around him. The words turned into music, and the music made everyone nearby start dancing!
Soon, Joe's music filled the whole neighborhood. Kids, dogs, cats, and birds danced. Even grumpy Mr. Thompson couldn't help but tap his feet. 'Your music is special,' he said to Joe with a smile.
ResidualJoe kept writing, and his heart was full of joy. He didn't need a big music label to share his songs. He had his heart, his city, and a whole lot of fun swirling around him. And from that day on, ResidualJoe became the coolest rhyme hero of New York!
