Amari Jenkins is deaf, but that doesn't stop her from living her life and doing things normal "able-bodied" people do. Sometimes she even enjoyes going to concerts and parties, because even though she can't hear the music, she can still feel the bea...
About 20 minutes later, I'm standing in front of the music video set, security keeping me back behind the tale right along with a bunch of other "Eminem fans" that apparently somehow found out about Fifty's videoshoot and now camping outside.
"I am telling you, you better let me in cause I'm Marshall's girlfriend," I say to the unfamiliar looking security guard, this one must be new, having managed to make my way to the front of the crowd.
The big man appears to burst into laughter.
"Yeah, I bet every chick in here is Slim's girlfriend, ain't that right, ladies?" He asks the crowd.
I don't bother to look around but I bet literally everybody here is laughing at me right now. Granted, it wasn't my proudest moment. I must seem just like a regular ass groupie girl trying to get in right now, but I feel so much so on edge that it's not at all the time for me to try and think smart. My anxiety overriding my brain.
"Look, just go and tell him that Amari is here. Believe me, you'll be sorry if you don't," I state stubbornly, furrowikg my eyebrows and trying to look tough.
The security guy almost laughs at me again then, but suddenly one of Marshall's bodyguards is at his side, waving at me.
"Amari, wassup girl, Slim told us you were flying back to Boston today."
"Yes, I was, but there's been a slight change of plans. Can't you let me in, Murphy?"
"Sure thing," The bodyguard responds, lifting the tape.
When I spot Marshall, he is just walking out of his dressing room wearing one of those long white coats doctors wear and with a clipboard in his hands as a prop.
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I remember him telling me about this video's concept before now, something about 50 Cent laying on an operating table and either being made into a Shady Aftermath product or having bullets removed from him, referencing the fact that he's apparently been shot 9 times. And Marshall and Dr. Dre observing it all through a glass or something, which I guess explains this costume that Marsball is wearing.
Dr Dre is somewhere nearby wearing the same type of a long white coat, and the set is set up to look like the operating room in a hospital or maybe in a lab or something.
Next, comes out Fifty himself and takes off his shirt, taking a seat at the edge of the operating table.
A bunch of crew and technicians then rushes his way, all talking to him at once, I'm assuming discissing and giving Fifty pointers on how the scene is supposed to play out.
While Marshall rushes towards me.
I guess somebody must have pointed to him that I was here.
"Amari, holy fuck baby, you came back!!" Is all I can make out him say before he's like a freaking blur.
