Daddy's Words Still Apply Today (Eminem)

Chapter One

    Félicité finally cut her fifth album, and was currently world famous, just like her father had been before. She had changed ever since her father died, and everyone could see it. The once sweet and lovable girl, had become cold and mad at the world. She didn't make many friends, and she didn't smile as much as she had once before. As soon as she was of age, she bleached her hair and a year later released her debut single.

      Once everyone caught wind of her releasing a single, the media was all over the place. Everyone either loved her for her father, or loved her for her talent. She liked the publicity, feeling she would make her father proud. She walked in her father's shoes, so to speak, filling the void he had left in music when he died.

       She was like her father in so many ways. She spoke her mind, and didn't care what anyone had to say. She didn't take shit from anyone. If someone wanted to talk shit, she'd be ready to pop their ass real quick. When someone wanted to diss her on their track, well, she'd respond, and most of the time they didn't do it again. She did get a lot of criticism for being Tupac's daughter and not being black, but she didn't care. He loved her all the same, even if she wasn't the same skin color as him. Sometimes people featured her in their songs, doing collabs together, other times they just wanted her in their video to get more views, though she'd be credited for her simple spot in a video, even if she didn't sing.

     She did have one best friend though, she had met him when she was eighteen and he was twenty two. They met after her debut album was released. He had come to her first show, wanting to see what Tupac left behind. He was very pleased with what he seen and heard, so he went backstage and met Félicité. He praised her, and they became instant friends. They weren't able to hang out much, but they did when they could, even if it was only for an hour or so. This friend's name was DeShaun Holton, better known by his name, Proof or Big Proof.

     Everyone in the world heard about her, knew about her, and wanted to learn everything about her. DeShaun went to many of her shows, though she wasn't able to go to any of his, except for today. He and his band, D12, were having a show in Vegas, and she was more than willing to go. DeShaun called her a week early to make sure she cleaned her schedule enough to finally see him perform.

"You'll meet our white boy tonight." DeShaun joked, and Félicité shook her head.

"How white is white boy?" Félicité asked, and DeShaun laughed.

"He's not bad, if you heard him without seeing him you'd think he was black." DeShaun replied, and Félicité nodded.

"Good, otherwise I wouldn't want to meet this white boy." She commented, and DeShaun laughed again.

"You're white, too, I hope you know that." DeShaun said, and Félicité rolled her eyes.

"I know this, Uncle Tom." She retorted, and he scoffed.

"Bitch." He spat jokingly, and she giggled.

"Jerk." She sneered, and he smirked.

        Félicité knew she needed to get ready for the show, so she had to get dressed. While DeShaun sat in her living room, waiting for her to get ready, she went to her bedroom to get all fixed up. She took a quick shower, before sliding on a pair of black high rise shorts and a black Tupac t shirt. She slipped on her Chucks, before putting two French braids in her bleached blonde hair, and then applied some makeup. Once she was done, she walked to her living room, where DeShaun stood and smiled at her.

"Let's go ahead and head out. I've got to get ready for sound check, Smiley." DeShaun said, and Félicité nodded.

       Smiley, it was a name DeShaun had named her after a few weeks of them being friends. He had realized she wasn't smiling much, and she always seemed to be straight faced. So, for the fact that she was always straight faced, DeShaun started calling her Smiley, whilst she called him Happy, since he had always seemed to be in a good mood. She had never really seen him in a bad mood, unless something happened, in which he'd call her house phone and they'd talk for hours about whatever was bothering him, even if he had already talked to his other friend, he'd still want to talk to her.

        DeShaun drove himself and Félicité to the venue, where he and his band would be performing. She was honestly excited, and he was happy that she was finally able to come to one of his shows. It took every bit of control for him not to have brought his friend, Marshall, to meet Félicité early. He wanted them to meet, hoping it would pull each of them out of their slump, or at least make them become friends. He couldn't lie though, he kind of wanted them to collab together, even if it's a big maybe.

"C'mon. Do you want to go backstage or watch from the crowd and then come back?" DeShaun asked, and Félicité shrugged.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked, and he grinned.

"I'd really like you to come backstage and meet the band, especially our white boy." DeShaun answered, and she smiled.

"A'ight, I'll come backstage for you." She replied, and he nodded.

       He grasped her hand and walked her backstage, passed their security and everyone without any questions. She could see some stage hands smiling at her, and she could tell by their smiles that they had been fans of her. She smirked herself, knowing she had fans everywhere. She didn't want to be bombarded by fans, but she loved having them. She just hoped the white boy she was fixing to meet would like her, maybe even be a fan...

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter. The next chapter I'll be describing her looks more probably, only because I want you all to know how she looks. Especially after her father died, you'll find out how she looked back than as well later on.

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