Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

15. My Girl

Marshall's P.O.V.

The crowd is small as usual. But chill.

I'm doing the songs from Infinite at The Hip-hop Shop, and I ain't gonna front, I ain't feel confident about it before at all.

I feel like that phase, the Infinite has passes me, and I have now moved on to other things. The Slim Shady EP represents me and how I want my music to sound like so much more accurately, but the EP is not finished yet. And Jordyn told me I need to keep doing the shows in front of my fans to keep relevant.

And yo, obviously I was gonna listen to this girl, cause she obviously knows better than me, I mean, look at her, going to LA to record with a major fucking label in a few weeks, and I'm proud as fuck of her for it.

Jordyn, she's my girl, even if she herself don't realize that.

Now, I smirk to myself and rap the lyrics to Backstabber. I originally wrote this song when I thought Kim was screwing one of our mutual male friends. Hell, I still think she's screwed him that time, even if she's denying it.

But the thing is, while I was writing it, I was getting in mind of this crazy alter ego thing I rap as now.

Slim Shady.

Now, as I continue to rap on stage, some chick in the front row is lifting up her shirt, flashing her titts at me.

Been happening a lot and a lot more lately. Even if I'm technically ain't even famous like that, something about seeing a motherfucker perform on stage just does something to the bitches, I guess. And while I genuinely feel like most of those girls are just groupie sluts that would screw me for no other reason other than the fact that I rap, it's still flattering in a way, let's be real about it now.

After all, I'm only a man.

So I smirk and lick my lips, barely acknowledging the girl even if she do got some nice titts. This has been happening a lot lately, like i said. Girls lifting up their shirts and stuff. Don't nobody know who I am outside of the D, but I guess here, in my hometown, they do start to recognize me now, and it feels weird but good.

The attention feels nice and starting to finally be acknowledged feels nice.

Cause I'm sick and tired of banging my head against walls with no impact at this point.

Now, I'm starting to see more and more dudes hanging on every word I say and more and more chicks act like I'm all of a sudden the God's gift to them.

A few songs later, I'm done with my set and walk off the stage.

I turn my head and look into the crowd as I do so, and Jordyn is there. As usual. She comes to all of my shows to support. Sometimes, Savannah tugs along with her, but not this time. Either way, don't matter to me cause as cool of a chick as Savannah is, Jordyn's support is the one that matters the most.

She smiles at me, and I smirk back.

I look at Jordyn again and she seems to be having a good time. I smile and mouth to her, I'll see you after the show, baby.

She blushes. Always so damn cute.

Once I walk off the small stage, this blonde chick literally jumps at me, throwing her arms around my neck. I feel sort of thrown off cause she looks just like Kim.

"Hi, Em," she coos. "I just wanted to tell you that I've really enjoyed your performance and all. You are like a genius or something. And you are hot too."

"Thanks, baby," I reply back, thinking to myself that came off so smooth.

And the way this girl is staring at me right now, I realize that I could do literally whatever to her if I so desired.