Since Day 1 (Eminem & Dre)

Since Day 1

Marshall sat on the bed of his hotel room, and looked around. He had flown into Los Angeles from Detroit the day before and was too tired to really look around the room. This was the nicest hotel he had ever stayed in. He couldn't believe that Dr.Dre had been generous enough to get him first class seats on the plane as well as a suite like this. He didn't even know the guy but he already felt like he owed him. He anxiously watched the news as he waited for the sheaffer to come knocking at his door. He had never had a sheaffer before so he was having trouble convincing himself not be worried about being late because even if he was late to their meeting, it wouldn't be his fault. Eventually the man arrived, introduced himself, and escorted him down through the lobby. He made conversation with the guy as he drove, not sure of whether or not he was supposed to. Was he supposed to tip the guy after he dropped him off? He was so confused. Amidst his wondering he realized just how bright his yellow sweat suit was. He looked stupid. He didn't really know what to wear. He wanted to look like a legit rapper which is why he had picked the neon sweatsuit. But now he wondered whether he should have worn something nice. When they reached his destination he offered to tip the sheaffer but the man declined and said that his fee had already been well taken care of by Dre. He stepped out of the car and was relatively shocked to see that he had been brought to a large mansion. He had been expecting a label office. An assistant came out to greet him and explained that the mansion in which he had been brought to was Dre's. The man led him into the house and he was immediately greeted by a little boy, no older than 6, showing him an action figure. He talked to the little boy for a second before the assistant told the boy that they were there for work and that they needed to go. Dre's house was huge which is why he was surprised to see that it actually seemed pretty cozy inside. He had always imagined that someone like Dre would have pool tables, stripper poles, and other crazy shit like that throughout his house. He felt a bit more comfortable when he saw the living room scattered with toys and spongebob playing on the big screen. He reminded himself that Dre was just a normal person. He was a dad, just like he was. The assistant explained that Dre had been recently married in the last few years and had been doing more recording at his home studio so that he can be near his family. Made sense.