My Best Friend Eminem, My Love Marshall Mathers

Chapter seven

Note: During the time where I was writing the story I was listening to songs that can relate to the story. Not every chapter, I think, is going to have a song. And some of the songs I will post with the chapter are some songs I listen to on a daily bases.  Some I wanted to find to relate to the story. Have fun and enjoy chapter seven and eight!

Chapter seven

The week came where it was time to depart from my sanctuary. Will picked me up early this morning. The sun rose against the cool sky, where I’m going I bet the sun is not rising yet. I felt sad leaving, I tried not to show it in front of Will, and he would try to talk me out of going if he saw I was uncomfortable. I reach JFK where my parents were waiting there to say goodbye to them. Saying goodbye to them was always so hard even if I was just going to school. My mom told me to be careful, and that let no one look down on me. My father hugged me and told me he was proud of me and to be careful wherever I go.

I said my last goodbyes at the gate, and I was told to call them when I landed. I squeezed Will and my father tighter since I’ll miss them the most.

 My father let out a hard cough, “Dad you getting sick?” I ask.

 “No, no, sweetie you squeezed daddy too tight, you were always strong” he said.

 I gave one last smile and departed Jersey, Newark, my family, friends, and my apartment, my school…..My life. The one thing I can’t stand is when I don’t know what the future will be like and for the first time in years I felt frightened.

I slept most of the flight, listening to my IPod, dozing in and out of sleep. I was daydreaming of my wedding night and my honeymoon night. I imagined what my wedding dress will be like, my father having a hard time letting me go. Natalia Durann, it was perfect. We landed in Los Angeles and it was just as I expected, warm and the air smelt different. I felt very nausea; I didn’t know what to do from here. I was now in a new territory. I found a man holding a card up, with my last name, spelt wrong on it. I was guessing it was for me.

 I went up to him, “Um Trimmoushski” I said. The man smiled,

“You must be Natalia” he said pleasantly. The man looks so familiar.

He helped me with my suitcases into a taxi cab. I kept examining him from the back of the cab. He was a chunky Spanish man, almost black if you look at the skin color and his hair was black with gray hairs. Since I couldn’t place the name I look out the window to Los Angeles.

“Blessed day to be alive, anit it miss?” the man said.

I was shock at what he said; Wilson always says that to me at home. I smiled and said, “Yes it is” I said it clearly enough.

“Where are you coming from?” he ask. “Um, Newark, New Jersey” I said. “Ohh you a long way from home, miss” he said.

“Yeah” I answered. We talk the car ride to the motel.

I imagined it being plain and simple; bed, little kitchen, and bathroom. But it was far from that it was a fancy hotel room. Living room, bedroom, big kitchen, (Big refrigerator) anything a regular home will have. Deep down I felt a little bit at home, that day was the first day of filming and it was overwhelming because I have no idea what was going to happen.

          I traveled on the set where everyone was including Mr. Bilback. It was like the first day of school, wondering around, all alone not knowing what to do and you run into your one friend and grow attach to them. “Hello Natalia!” said Mr. Bilback, I smiled pleasantly and gave a faint hello. “Don’t be shy that can’t happen on camera” he said seriously. I sighed and smiled and nodded in agreement. I saw Eminem across the stage memorizing his lines. I felt faint butterflies in my stomach. He saw me from across the stage and gave a faint smile.

"Now Natalia, take your lines, go study them in makeup" said Mr. Bilback. He handed me what look like a book. It had everything in it, my character's description and lines to read. “I think you’ll enjoy that the most” said Mr. Bilback. I gave a small grin and walk to where I was directed. I did my best to step out of my security zone and into something new. I browsed around the costumes and shoes my character had. For a moment I wish I was her! My character was somewhat like me, ill-tempered and a smart mouth, but in a way she has a charm to her. Which only Eminem's character would look past on.

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          After getting dress in my costume which was regular clothes I walk on set as my character. Amelia. Eminem was dress in somewhat the same clothes he would wear. Mr. Bilback explained to us what the scene was about. The two got into a tragic fight about Amelia being in the tabloids and Em's character basically says there is nothing I can do. But in order for this scene to work, I got to be angry, and vicious. The work day will last to 3pm and gradually we will add more to the scene once they think a scene is good. They gave us a few to read our lines and add our personality into it. I felt very uncomfortable next to Eminem, this felt weird, and this wasn't me.

          After reading my lines over and memorizing what to say I started walking back and forth trying to think of a good way to add my anger. The only way I could think of doing it, was remembering back all the times I fought with my parents, I tried so hard to pull away from those memories. Now I'm force to remember back because it's my only reference. Eminem's seemed concentrated on his script, while I couldn't keep my glaring eye away from him. I remembered his music was the only thing that got me by as a teen, in a way I should thank him.

          "Ok, Talia, umm may I call you Talia?" ask Mr. Bilback, "Of course!" I said he smiled pleasantly. "Great, now Talia? Have you ever hit someone?" ask Mr. Bilback. I was blown away from his question, "Um, only one school fight, but it was with a girl and I pulled her hair out" I said. Em, smiled slightly at my comment, then I notice the tone of my voice; childlike and innocent. "Well, in the scene you get into some fight with Marshall and you two fight for about a minute until he slams you against the wall".

My eyes pop out of my head, "You and Marshall can rehearse it a couple of times if you like, it won’t be awkward this day is a work day to us, almost at an office" said Mr. Bilback. I smiled to the fact he was trying to make me feel comfortable.

          Eminem stood up in front of me and cleared his throat. My heart beat grew strong standing next to him. "So you got into a school fight?" ask Em. "Yeah, I won" I said strongly. "Well, I got no weave or long hair so you’re going to have to find something else to pull" he said. I chuckled and walk into his face, "That won’t be a problem". He pulled his head back slightly and faintly chuckled. After a couple of times wrestling him down, it felt too easy for me to back down even if the fight was not real.

"Talia, sweetie you got to let him win" said Mr. Bilback. By the fourth try I was sweaty and becoming vicious and I was still not letting him win. "Girl you gotta let me win" said Em. "How can I? It's a force of habit to defend myself!" I put my hands in my pockets and shrugged. "Not my fault I'm stronger than you" I add. Everyone chuckled, and eventually I let my guard down and let him win. I enjoyed every minute he touch my body.