Wake Up Call (English) #Wattys2016

Dr. Dre

------ Marshall's pov ----

"I'm so fucking nervous ..." I said softly and admitted it to myself while the airplane's wheels hit the runway in California.

I quickly walked off the plane and my eye caught the silver chain around my wrist.

'I'll always stand by your side, aight? Remember that.'

I smiled and envisioned me her beautiful smile and blue eyes that back at me looked at me.

I grabbed the bag and walked off the plane quickly, I jogged almost all the way to the welcome party and were stopped by a large dark man. He looked at me surprised.

"What do you want, man? I need to--" I started, but he interrupted me quickly.

"What's your name, boy?" He asked, I held the bitchyness on a low and breathed out while I answered.

"Marshall." I said, he looked at me and gave me sign to continue. "Marshall Mathers? Yo, have I done somethin, cause you got the wrong guy." He laughed a short deep laugh.

"I think I have the right man, you a rapper?" He asked again, I looked up and met his gaze this time. I nodded slowly.

"You gotta be the man then, I'm Riley. I'm Supposed to pick up Marshall Mathers, or Eminem as Dre said. Is that you?"

"Y-- Yeah. Yeah! Erhm. Yeah... "I said and tried to play it cool, he laughed briefly and patted me on the shoulder before he led me out of the airport. I almost got a shock when I saw that it was a great limousine  we should be driven in. I stopped and looked at the car, a man came and opened the door for us.

"You've ever been in a limo, man?" He asked as he let out a short laugh while we sat in.

"No ... I cannot even be sure if my car will start every day, man." I said, I heard the driver laughed briefly ahead as the car started and we drove from the airport in style ...

I could get used to this ... I thought and laughed briefly at my wittiness.

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We came in the door and I immediately saw Dr. Dre come against us, he looked at me quizzically before he looked towards Riley.

"What the fuck, who's That ??" He asked, staring hard at Riley, Riley smiled and pointed at me.

"That's him, man."  He said smiling and walked blithely away, Dre looked at me surprised before he started to lightly chuckle.. I looked at him puzzled and felt my anger flaring up.

"You're Eminem." He said and laughed even more, I looked at him hard back.

"Yeah, is there a problem?" I asked, Dre looked up at me surprised before he coughed away the laughing.

"Nah, I just didn't expect you to be white. Listen, I heard your mixtape and I liked it. Aigh't? You got some dope skills, I'll tell you that."

The glass poured slowly and I calmed myself down again.

"The only thing is ... I haven't seen Eminem, or 'you' in real life. So anyone can basically come in here and say they're Eminem. You know what I'm saying?" I nodded. "Y'know, I need proof that you are who you say you are, so do a rap or something. Freestyle, y'know." I nodded to him again and began to rap the first thing I could think of.

"What Up? Ha, ha, I'm coming just ha, ha I'm ill like nah, nah And y'all do not wanna see me Because I'm ill with the skill And I can grill and I always keep it real. When I built my garage back after it just got burnt down Sorry That my parents were not always around But it was really hectic growing up But now I'm blowing up so it do not matter Every show I do I'm always showing Up To the club drunk as hell, drunk as fuck, drunk as what? Can not say That on MTV But remember it ?, little, old, wimpy me Who exceptionally too always dream pray on MTV Now you can not see me I know you remember That rhyme." I looked up again, Dre smiled at me.

"You're Good..." he said amused and lifted my hand to give me a handshake. I took it smiling. "Eminem, Indeed."

"Thanks, man." I said and laughed briefly.