Ole Foolish Pride Girl (Eminem Fanfic)

20. You Got It

Marshall's P.O.V.

Back to brown hair and it looks weird. Feels weird too.

I mean shit, granted, it's my nature color, but I've been bleaching my shit with peroxide for so long by this point that I ain't seen myself with brown hair in a long ass time.

"You cool, Marshall?" Paul asks me as I run my hands through my short hair, stating at myself in the mirror. At least the barber faded my shit just right.

"I'm aight dawg," I shrug.

"Okay, great, so let me run you through your new schedule then," Paul looks through some notes. "You are to start filming in the next couple of months, by that time, the movie studio should have picked our the rest of the cast. You will do a few TV appeared and interviews, of course, promoting the upcoming movie, saying how it's very loosely based on your life and all. And you will also be working on a soundtrack for it also."

"Yeah sure man, I get that," I nod. On the inside, I kind of freak out, I ain't even gonna front about it, cause my everyday life has already been crazy as fuck, but now it looks like it's all about to get even crazier.

"You got any ideas for what you want to he like the theme song for the movie, because it really is all on you?" Paul raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I've got a lil something, yo," I smirk, tying a green durag over my head real quick. "I was playing around with something. Now, when am I starting filming again?" I scratch the back of my head.

"Like I just told you, Marshall, in a few months," Paul looks slightly irritated at me, like he's judging me or some shit. To be fair to him, I do be asking him the same questions over and over again cause my short term memory is literally shut to shit, I reckon I need to stop popping pills and take drugs but oh well.

"Aight cool," I smirk and go through my phone as we both walk out of the barbershop, fucking paps camping outside and immediately starting to take our pictures. Big ass headline, Eminem just got a haircut woooooo!!

Paul and I both ignore the reporters and get inside the limo.

"Oh, here by the way," Paul hands me an envelope that was just laying at the backseat of the car. "The studio sent you this, it's the script for the movie, newly edited and all, this seems to be the last version of it, no more rewrites."

"Cool," I shrug, looking though the papers.

"They did some last minutes changes for your uh... love interst in the movie, apparently, as well," Paul grumbles, checking his notes. "As far as how the girl looks is concerned. Previously, they had an open casting call for blondes to resemble Kim, but now they apparently want a black girl that kind of looks like..."

"Nikki," I roll my eyes. Of course, always gotta be that damn bitch and me being reminded of her. I ain't even talk to her in months cause she wanna hold a grudge against me. Stubborn ass girl!!

"Yeah, apparently so," Paul continues to grumble. "Look Marshall, of you want, we could put a stop to this. After all, we control the damn process, and..."

"Paul, I could give a fuck less what a bitch looks like that's gonna be my cheating ass girlfriend in the movie," I wave my hand dismissively at him. And I really don't. The girl could look like Nikki, as long as she ain't actually... you know, Nikki, and she won't be so...

"Okay, Marshall, just don't write anymore crazy ass songs then, okay?" Paul says sarcastically and I just give him the look of death. Like, why would he even...

"...because I know all about that other song you wrote back when you and Nikki broke up when you two were teenagers," he suddenly adds all knowingly and my head snaps towards him.

"You... know about that shit?!" I exclaim angrily. I mean, that shit is way more embarrassing than Foolish Pride was.
Now granted, it wasn't racist or anything, which is exactly why it ain't circulating everywhere like that. But it for sure was... well, embarrassing.

"Yeah, I do know, Marshall, and let's hope nobody else ever does," Paul concludes.

Let's hope that indeed...

***

Nikki's P.O.V.

I have been staying in Detroit now for a couple of months. The acting agency have been covering all of mine and Kianna's expenses staying at a local hotel here, ever since we both flew out here.

Ki is a true best friend, the moment she's heard about what I was up for, shw took time off work right along with me and flew out to the D with me for moral support.

And I'm gambling big with this, I really am, because Jennifer wasn't happy with me taking off work once again, and I really am risking my job here, but I just had to take this chance, you know?

Becoming an actual working actress has been my dream my whole life and I truly wouldn't miss it for the world, even if I was nervous as hell initially.

Not nearly as I am nervous right now though, what with the fact that today I'm supposed to receive the callback that would either make me or break me. After auditioning nonstop for the last couple of months, reading lines that were completely out of context for me because I STILL don't know what the movie I'm trying for is even about, and progressing continuously to the next levels, today I'm supposed to finally learn of I'll get it or not, and I'm honestly so fucking nervous, I'm straight freaking out!!

Finally, my phone rings and I bite my nails as I answer it after seeing Ms Jenkins name on the caller ID.

"Um... Hi?" I answer the phone.

"Nikki? You got it girl, you got it, they chose you!!" Ms Jenkins, Monica, says excitedly into the phone...

Sorry it took me like a minute to update, guys, and when I finally do update, it's only a short filler chapter, ugh!!

Anyways, I think it's pretty obvious which movie Nikki is going to appear in and which role she would be playing, and I know that the fates are technically all off, because the movie on question had technically came out in the year 2001, while this story takes place in 2003, but this is why it's a work of fiction and not real life lol...

Anyways, how do you think Marshall would react once he realizes Nikki is actually about to costar in a movie based on his life with him??