That Hurts...( Eminem Fan Fic)

Chapter 3

2009

I sighed today was a very long day at

work. Producing music can be really

hard at times. You've heard of writers

block, right? Well what I get sometimes

is Music Block. I was one of most well

known producers in the music

industry. I was one of the youngest as

well. People use to look down on me,

because I wasn't what they called

"qualified" or me being young didn't

help my cause either. But the labels

head had confidence in me and he

heard some of my tracks. After I sold 2

of my beats to Interscope I blew. after

that I had a bunch of artists come to me

after they heard I was good. And I took

my job very seriously, because I had

one thing on my agenda. He blew me

off, and he was going to pay, simple as

that. He was going to need my help.

And when that time comes I'm going to

play my cards really well. "Sage" a voice

called behind me. I looked around, I

slowly came back to reality.

"huh?" I said still coming from my

daze. I met the warm eyes of my

Manager Seth.

"oh! hey Seth!" I said to him

energetically.

"Hiya Sage, I Have some

good news!" he sang.

"what?" I said playing along.

"guess who wants some

of your tracks?!" Seth said.

"Get to the point!" I say impatiently.

He just rolls his eyes.

"You're so dramatic!" he

sighed.

"Sorry, just tell me!" I wailed.

"Fine, well you know Eminem?!" he

asked.

Eminem, did I know him.....

Haha yup, he is the reason I am where

I am, he is my motivation.... I look

at Seth and nod.

"Well he wants that track you just

made, he heard it and he wants to

negotiate." he said excitedly. My time

has come.......

"Nope can't I already have some talks

with 'Wayne and Khalifa, can't have

more additions to the waiting list." I

said turning away.

"Pleeeease, Sage! This is once and life

time opportunity, don't let it blow, just

consider, ok?" Seth begged. I rolled my

eyes

"fine i'll consider, but it's not likely." I

said.

"Alright you can consider, at his studio

tomorrow." he said smugly.

"WHAT!?" I scream.

"I already made

arrangements, you're meeting him

tomorrow, and it's nice idea to not blow

him off, you can probably assume a

song would be written about you if you

did that, you don't want what

happened to Christina to happen to

you?" he said pointedly.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" I said my vein in

my forehead pulsing.

"why are you complaining just go with

it, sometimes I just don't understand

you." he said shaking his head.

He threw a piece of paper at me. And

he turned to walk away.

And when he got to the door he

looked over his shoulder. And said

"Don't be late, 6pm sharp, and do what

you got to do, don't blow it."

And with that he walked through that

door and left me with my mouth

opening and closing like a fish without

water.

I finally I found my voice and I uttered,

and quite loudly might I add.

"SHIT!!!!!" and my head slammed with

desk with a loud "Thump!" What am I

going to do? I thought rubbing my

forehead. I'm going to lose it if I see

him, I haven't see him since I was 16

it's been 7 years and I'm 23 now, I still

haven't got over it..... I am so royally

screwed...... shit!

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Sorry this was so short :(