Rookie (Eminem Fanfic)

Studio Time

I wound up having to fly home to New York for some family bullshit, but I knew I would make it back in time Friday night. I ran down the steps to the jet and jumped in my Porsche which was waiting on me to make my way to the studio. We were supposed to meet at seven 'o'clock and it was seven now. I called Macy and turned it to speaker as I sped down the freeway. 

Macy answered her phone.

"Don't let him leave! Don't let him leave!" I yelled.

"He's not leaving. We're just chillin."

"I'll be there in thirty minutes."

The traffic wasn't terrible, and I rode the gas the entire time. I started to get excited as I approached the studio. I parked my car, grabbed my book of lyrics and made my way inside. Macy and Queen were waiting for me along with Marshall, 50 Cent, and two other guys who I did not recognize.

"I'm sorry, I know I'm late, but I had something I had to take care of." I spoke in a rushed apology.

"Yo, what the fuck Ray?" Marshall yelled playfully and rose to hug me. "You get me here then keep me waiting?"

Queen came over for a hug, "It fine. We kick back, we vibin."

Macy pulled out a bag of weed and started to roll a blunt. She seemed half drunk too.

Queen sat in a corner by herself, chilling and observing the room. I gave Fifty a friendly hug, he is a fellow New Yorker, so I knew him a little. Marshall introduced me to the two other guys he brought with him, I had never seen them before.

"How'd that thing go?" Macy asked quietly.

I scribbled down the phrase 2 years and showed it to her.

"Shit!" She responded.

"Yeah." I told her.

She finished rolling and lit it up. I took two hits, so I was able to relax and went to pass it to Marshall.

"Oh, nah, I don't do that shit no more." 

"Oh shit, does this bother you?" I asked feeling a tad embarrassed.

"Nah, nah, they'll partake." He nodded toward his boys.

"You wanna hear that song I was telling you about?" 

He nodded and I played it for him and sang the first verse. We got straight to work as he already had some different rhymes prepared. I sang the chorus, and he added some vocals. DJ Queen gave us her input mixing the beat. Our creativity flowed, Marshall and I had awesome chemistry. We entered a musical realm and fed off each other's ideas. In a short time, we were ready to record it. I entered the booth first and sang my heart out as I came to the realization that Marshall was making eye contact with me the entire time. When it was his time to hit the booth, he was on fire. Every line was precisely on point. He is a lyrical genius. Everyone in the room was comfortable by now, so we all sat around for a few minutes just chillin.

Macy's phone went off. 

"Yo, I got a dude stopping by to quick drop something off." Macy announced.

"Take that shit outside, I don't want that in here!" I yelled in front of everyone and Macy sheepishly went outside to meet her "friend." The guys just sat there with me and Queen not understanding what just happened.

Queen said in her thick Trinidad accent, "Dat gyal dere," she motioned to Macy's exit, "she messy. She like trouble, yuh understand?"

"I gotchu." Fifty answered.

"We finish or wha?" Queen turned to me. "I see yuh Sunday, ya?" Queen got up and gave everyone a hug before she left.

I suppose Marshall's crew felt like they should leave too because shortly after Queen left, they were saying goodnight as well and Macy never did come back. She probably got turned on to some good coke or decided to make a night of it with that guy. Or both. I sat in a chair and Marshall came around me and sat on the table in front of me, so he was looking down at me.

"So, why'd you think of me for the song?" He asked.

"I told you. I loved your last album, the song is dark and dysfunctional, you were the perfect fit."

"Oh, I thought you just wanted an excuse to talk to me again."

I rolled my eyes as I smirked at him.

"Nah, I'm just playin. I'm glad you decided to give me another chance after how I treated you back in the day."

There it is! I jumped up and became playful yet bitchy.

"Aw shit! So, you do remember! You were trying to get me to go back to your room. You probably couldn't even find your dick! I thought you were too messed up to realize we met before!" I laughed.

He laughed back and I suddenly felt so much better. That little bit of leftover tension in the air had gotten squashed.

"Of course, I remember. I don't remember what was said exactly, but I know we had words. How can I not recall meeting the famous RayLynn Knight? Sells out stadiums, performs with Jay-Z, right?"

"Well, you didn't think so that night. You treated me like a regular thot. Calling me rookie and shit."

"I'm sorry about that Ray. I didn't realize how talented you are. I just figured you were a one hit wonder back then. You showed me up though."

Marshall moved in closer to look in my eyes and for a moment I thought he was going to kiss me.

He almost whispered, "If you ever need anything, hit me up. Without your girls, just me and you. We can definitely work together." He grabbed his notebook and sat next to me. "Ya know, I have some material too. We should keep collaborating, I have a song or two you can feature on." He told me as he rummaged around his papers.

"Yeah, that sounds great, but I'm leaving to go back on tour in a couple days. I'm going to Japan." 

Marshall looked disappointed.

"I'm having a barbeque at my house on Sunday afternoon before I leave though. You should come. My brother and my two little nieces will be there and my daughter.  Don't worry, it's not that kind of party, it will be very family friendly."

We stared at each other for a moment.

"Anyway, it's late. I gotta get home." I started getting myself together to leave.

"Maybe. Where you live?"

I gave him a farewell hug and started to the door and looked over my shoulder to answer.

"On the beach...Malibu."