Infinite (Eminem Fanfic)

49. The Real Slim Shady Part 2

Marshall's P.O.V.

Walking off the stage, I'm pumped as fuck on all that adrenaline coursing through my veins. Proof fist bumps me and I then grab a towel hanging from the back of my pants and wipe my face with it. All of the other dudes that look just like me rush past me, and I ain't even gonna lie, it is kinda messed-up app to see so many motherfuckers with blonde heads running amok, but it's funny as fuck too. It's just like that music video we filmed for the same song.

And the crowds out there are still hyped, I can tell, and backstage, everybody is congratulating me about how this shit apparently made history, I think they overexagerating the shit now, but whatever.

"Wait, which one is the real Eminem?" Somebody in the crowd asks and all of my look-alikes all turn around and stare at whoever said that at the same time, and one of them goes:

"Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?" And then all of them begin chanting that shit, and Proof and myself just start busting up laughing cause we still hyped up as shit, but whatever stage hand said that won't stop asking for me, searching through the crowd frantically, and the kid looks real nervous so I decide to cut him some slack and I'm raising my hand and stepping out from all of the look-alikes, some of which are a few inches taller than by the way, the production company done hired some basketball player height types of motherfuckers, I should give Paul an earful for that shit later.

"Yo, I'm right here, what you need man?"

The stage hand then rushed to me.

"Mr Mathers, sir," he starts and I frown, I hate when people get all official with me like that and tryna sir me, I'm a humble guy, I been told all of them backstage to not fucking sir me, I ain't no damn businessman or politician.

I don't say shit though because the stagehand looks real fucking nervous, he must be new to this job and he looks real intimidated.

Then the kid is blurting out, "I'm sorry to interrupt all of the celebration going on, but I was sent here to inform you that your girlfriend, she's went into labor suddenly and is currently being rushed to the hospital."

I think all of the color legit drained from my face then and I ain't even finished listening to the rest of the stuff the stage hand was saying to me, I just pushed my way past him as I rush further backstage and towards the exit.

Don't even remember how I got in one of the limos with my security at the wheel about to start the car.

"Yo Slim, wait up!" Somebody taps at the door, I glance outside the window impatiently and see Proof.

I open the car door for him and he climbs inside real quick and the car takes off.

"Fuck you just took off like that for, dawg?" Proof asks me looking at me at bewilderment.

"It's Jordyn, doody. She fucking went in labor," I'm lettimg out ans then banging on the partition with my fist.

"Yo man, can you step on it or what?!" I bark at my security guard.

"Sir, we already going past the speed limit."

"Yo, I don't give a fuck!! Step on it!! I'm trying to get to that damn hospital they took my girl to."

"Do you even know where they took her?" Proof asks me in bewilderment, looking around. "Also, ain't it kinda early for her to be, you know..."

"Motherfucker, you think I don't know that it's too damn early?" I snap, dragging my hands down my face. "FUCK!!" Picking up one of the champagne bottles that sit in the bucket in the limo, I throw that shit across the limo, feeling myself coming down hard from the high I got from both the uppers in my system and being up on stage earlier. I also hate that I don't even know what the fuck is even going on with Jordyn right now, I tried calling her, but she ain't pick up her phone, which I'm guessing is understandable but still, fuck, I hate being in the dark on this shit, I don't even know if she and the baby is alright or what.