Good Morning, Detroit || Eminem

Chapter 6: The Phone Number

"Here's your room, miss," the bell hopper said while pointing the room door to me – 408. I opened the wooden door for him with the brand-new shiny key I got and he entered to leave my baggage inside. At least it wasn't me who was carrying these heavy bags now.

"Thank you."

He nodded, smiled and left the room without getting a tip hence my financial situation... I felt terrible, to be honest. It was such a weird feeling for me to be penniless. But I had to cope somehow. 

At least I had a roof over my head. 

I was now alone by myself. The room was extremely beautiful. Baby pink tulle curtains, white faux fur carpets, parquet floor, beige wallpapers full of intricate designs. The view was amazing as well: I was able to see half of Detroit from here. Trees, buildings, sky, everything. The sun was spreading its warm rays throughout the city like thousands of golden kisses. It was unusually hot for Michigan this summer, I thought. Usually we have summers that last not more than a week, but this time the weather was generous to us.

After enjoying the beautiful view that I had the chance to have from my window, I plopped right onto the bed and sighed. It was so soft as it took all of my body weight with ease. It was so good to have the opportunity to relax after what happened.

I stared at the ceiling: why did he do all this for me? And how did this Mr. Mathers know of me? Who was he? And what did he want from me?

My head was full of thoughts, each one different and weirder from the previous one. I was feeling tired from all the thinking, but I had to find out who that guy was. Mathers, Mathers... Wasn't ringing a bell. I put hands on my eyes and closed them – all I was seeing now was darkness. I sighed once again. I still couldn't completely comprehend what was happening.

Out of the blue I remembered the envelope the nice receptionist had given me. How could I forgot it? I felt butterflies in my stomach and the fluttering of my heart; I was just like a silly high school girl who just got a letter from her crush in her locker.

"Where did I put it?" I got up from the bed and started looking around. Why did I have to be so forgetful? 

I spotted it with the corner of my eye.

It was right on the coffee table where I had thrown it after opening the door. The white letter envelope was waiting to be open. I took it carefully into my hands and started to rip the paper with the help of my dandy polish-covered nails. I impatiently tore the envelope apart as my eyes were hungry to see what was on the inside.

The sound of ripping paper made me even more impatient. I opened the envelope, revealing its contents. It was nothing but a...

"A ticket?!" I said to myself, totally surprised.

It was a ticket for an Eminem concert, to be exact. I was about to break in laughter, I hated that type of music. It was getting more and more ridiculous. First the room, now the ticket for a rapper's concert. I began to wonder what the hell was going on in the head of the guy who made everything this for me. He was either a desperate teenager or a grown man who wanted to be romantic and gangster at the same time.

"The hell?" I scratched my forehead and stared at the small cardboard thingy for quite a long time. Why did the mystery man give me this, I asked myself. Mathers, whoever you are, I have no idea how you know me or what you're trying to do but-

"MATHERS!" I yelled loudly after remembering who that man was. I jumped from surprise onto the soft white carpet. I face palmed and sighed with relief. I laughed at myself for a good five minutes and threw the ticket onto the bed.