My dream/first brief at W+K Delhi. We were struggling to find interesting stories of Indian women’s athlete’s because there were none that didn’t come under the category of poverty porn. I wanted to showcase what sport might look like if women actually kept playing. Da Da Ding started with me sitting in one of the tiny meeting rooms across from Susan Hoffman and Kim Papworth, this was my first solo presentation with them. I went through a few more conservative scripts and Susan seemed bored while Kim was being very helpful with the feedback. My hands began to shake and sweat simultaneously as I pulled up the first draft of the lyrics. I begin to rap. Horribly. I finish and there’s complete silence. I look up horrified and say “Uh… so should I just fling myself off the balcony for that?” and both of them begin laughing.