Say Goodbye to Hollywood (Inspired by the song by Eminem)

Chapter 1

My mind drifts off into my memories. My mother beating me, my father leaving me when I was only 11. My past girlfriend killing herself because of me.
Tears stream down my cheeks. I can't deal with it. I once again pick the gun up off of my nightstand, and put the barrel to my temple.
"Goodbye Anderson," I whisper but because I've been crying it came out as a croak, but like I care. I put my finger on the trigger, close my eyes, and squeeze.
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*click*
"Dammit" I croak. It wasn't loaded. I just sit there, on the bed in my apartment building, and cry myself to sleep.
(The Next Morning)
I woke up to the light shining out of my window. I got out of bed, and put on a plain white baggy T shirt. I ate some cereal, and just drown in my thoughts. I've been unemployed for five months, I think if I'm not going to kill myself, the first thing I should be trying to do is make income.
I left the house that morning with a heavy jacket on, and a scarf. I walked through the snow, and shivered, for the melted snow was leaking through my shoes. I got in my BMW and started driving to wherever the road would take me. A song called Mockingbird by some artist came on. I don't remember the name of said artist, but I think his name had to do with candy....skittle? No...M&M....Eminem. In the song he was talking about his daughters. It really inspired me, so I decided to take the road home, and tried to write my own song like this. I grabbed a sheet of paper, and my laptop. I looked up Eminem on the internet and clicked on Wikipedia
He's a rapper. I usually wasn't drawn to rap that much... I usually actually avoided that type of music. I decided to just start jotting down my ideas, none were actually rhyming. I found this to be a problem. Eventually I fixed this, and made part of my first verse. My first song was about my depression.
Yo, Depression/ is stepping/ it's way right back into the section/ of my brain/ at this rate/ I don't even my damn fate/ there is no clean slate/ my girl left me the other day, that's great/

I decided that some of it really didnt make sense. I fixed it up a little bit and read it over. I thought it seemed good for my first draft of my first song ever. For the rest of the day I just researched rap on my laptop. That night I decided I would go out to dinner with what little money I have.
I went to a club and I saw a few of my highschool friends there. They just waved, said hi, and went back to there conversation. I walked around for a bit. I sat at a table with three men. There was a white man who looked about 34. There were two black men. One looked the same age as the white man, and the other seemed far older. They didn't pay attention to me for almost the whole time, so I just pulled out my rhyme sheet and I begin writing. I got some pretty good ideas. The men got up, and I glanced up for about three seconds then looked back down.
"Yo Em, Proof, thanks for comin'," said the older one. I rack my brain....I read the name Proof before....or maybe heard it...I don't know.
"Yeah Dre, maybe you can sign me soon," said the younger black man.
"See ya Dre," said the white man. Both of the black men went, and the white man looked back and reached out to grab his stuff. When he looked at me, a grin appeared on his face.
"What you got there man?" He asked
He looked down at it, and saw rhyming words and his grin dissappeared.
"Yo, can I read that?" He asked. I was a little hesitant. This is literally the most important thing in my life. But I handed it to him and he looked it over slowly, occasionally nodding his head as if it were a good line. When he finished he handed it back to me. He paused, as if waiting for me.
"Why don't you do a freestyle? You can direct it at me I don't care," he said. Of course I knew what a freestyle was. I spent all day researching this stuff. I thought about the things around me.
   "Yo, yo, I needed to get off my back/ and get back into the life that I had/
I spent so much time washing dishes with a dirty ass rag/ I felt like covering my head with a bag/ But then this guy named Eminem rapped/ and it made a click with me-" the man cut me off
     "Don't mean to brag/ But I'm the rapper that you inspired by lad/
Your back stories sad/, and I feel for you dawg/ I lived that life to, lived like a rock/ I was blocked/ from the outside world cut off/ for so long I was lost/ in the fog/ But then Dre came to me and the pressure was lifted off/ and the same gonna happen to you/"
He paused.
"I can't think of anything else to say, but welcome to Shady Records man. We are right up the road in the large building. I'm glad I inspired you...oh yeah, 7th floor room 2004," and with that he walked off. Damn.....I just met my role model. I walked out of the club, still in shock, and walked home.