Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

22. Guy Talk

Marshall's P.O.V.

The music video for My Name Is dropped the other day on MTV's TRL, and shit was getting crazy for me ever since.

Don't know if I fell asleep and woke up on the goddamn Twilight Zone, but it's like I fucking blew up overnight.

When me and Jordyn walked out of our hotel this morning on our way to the studio, there was reporters everywhere all in our faces. Shouting questions, snapping photos and shit.

And there was also regular people too, not the paparazzi, but... fans, I guess?

I don't know man, I ain't know that I had so many to be honest.

I got so many notepads, random pieces of paper and even more fucking strange, my own pics showed in my face for me to sign that shit was frankly overwhelming. Both for myself and for Jordyn who looked like a deer caught in headlights.

Especially when that one motherfucker got all in her face, asking her if she's that Jordyn chick, the up-and-coming singer and if her and I was daring each other. I almost knocked both the camera and the mic out of his hands just cause of how he came at my girl.

But by that time he was and a whole bunch of others was already asking me when's my album dropping, what's my plans for my career, how is it working with Dr Dre, how is it being a white rapper, is my mother really on drugs, all kinds of random stuff.

Then the reality set in and it fucking dawned on me that shit would never be the same for me.

It was an intrusive thought in my head. This weird ass feeling I had, and I ain't know if I liked it or not.

It was just too surreal and I kept waiting for it all to turn out to be a prank or something, cause why would I go to bed a regular guy, a struggling damn near failed rapper and wake up not even being able to go inside of McDonald's no more without people chasing me everywhere.

I had figured it would blow over though, once the music video was on the air enough.

But it never did.

A month or so later, Dre and I did the music video for Guilty Conscience.

That one got me tons of backlash just like Dre predicted too. Motherfuckers was saying I promote violence against women.

It was all over. Eminem hates women. Eminem is a misogynist.

Jordyn kept telling me not to take it to heart, that they was just talking shit, but what she wasn't realizing was that with each day I gave less and less of a fuck about what people were saying about me. If anything, I started to want to fuel the controversy more, get them real riled up. So my song lyrics started getting more and more bizarre and messed up, Slim Shady taking over completely.

Some of the shit I started spitting in the booth, even Dre would look at me funny sometimes, still he always went with it, continuing to give me my creative freedom.

While my manager Paul was losing more and more hair, with each passing day dude's head was getting shinier.

Especially after today when he had tried but failed to talk me out of including that '97 Bonnie & Clyde song in my upcoming record. I ain't really see what the big deal with it was anyway cause it was already on the EP version, but somehow my manager doesn't approve of me rapping about killing my baby mama.

One thing he fails to realize though is that it's better I rap about it than actually do it.

And God knows, Kim's been tempting me to do just that lately. She still hardly ever let's me see Hailie, and whenever I try calling, she always claims that my little girl is either sleeping or someother bullshit is why she can't put her on the phone with me.