Gangstress

June 1999 (2)

***Marshall's POV***

Recently I had been performing random shows here and there before I went on Warped Tour just to make a little extra money, as well as promote the SSLP. Tonight, I was in San Francisco for a concert and it had completely sold out at a thousand tickets. All of my shows had been selling out recently, and I was so fuckin' excited about it. 

Me, D12, and Royce were all performing together, so I knew it was gonna be a dope concert, and night. It had sort of become a ritual for us to all drop X and get super fucking drunk before we performed, so that's what we did. 

We were all sitting backstage just chilling and waiting for the concert to start when Porter turned to me. 

"Yo, I heard Angel's gonna be in Huston the same time as you." 

My heart sunk at the thought of seeing her. "Who told ya that?" 

"Zoe. That's where her tour ends, and she's goin' with her."

"Zoe's goin' with Angel to Huston?" 

He nodded. "Yeah bro. She flew out to see her a couple days ago, and she's just gonna stay with her till her tours done." 

My eyebrows knitted together. "A few days ago? As in when me and Kim got married?" 

He sighed. "Yeah. Zoe said she was pretty upset." 

I slumped down into my chair. "Fuck bro." 

"Yo, it ain't ya fault how she takes it. You just keep doin' ya thang, dawg." 

I rolled my eyes. "It is my fuckin' fault, yo! FUCK!" I slapped my palm on the chair. "I just wanna fuckin' talk to her." 

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Ya tryna go for the shortest marriage record or what?" 

"I know dude, but I can't fuckin' help it." I put my head in my hands. "Jesus, I'm never gonna fuckin' get over this chick, am I?" 

He shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe just try to stop thinkin' 'bout her. Put that energy into ya marriage." 

My head shot up. "Do ya live under a fuckin' rock?! She's everywhere, bro! Everywhere! All her essentially naked photoshoots are burned into my fuckin' memory forever!" 

"We're ready for you guys!" The stage manager came in and yelled at us. 

I got up from my chair frustrated, shoving it back a couple inches. "Aight. Let's fuckin' go." I stomped out of the room and followed the manager while everybody else trailed behind. 

Regardless of how angry, sad, and frustrated I was, the show was going really great. The crowd was hyped as fuck, and it was just a good night overall. About one third of the way through the show, we were in between songs and we were just talkin' to the crowd, tryna get them hyped for the next song. All of a sudden I heard someone yell "FUCK ANGEL!" 

"Yo, yo, yo, who said that?" I said into the mic and started to look around at the people in the front. 

"FUCK ANGEL!" I spotted the guy immediately. 

"What the fuck did ya say, bro?!" 

"I SAID FUCK THAT BITCH ANGEL!" He screamed again. 

"Nah, nah, nah, we ain't doin' that shit here, dawg. Ya better take her mothafuckin' name outcha mouth, punk." 

"SHE'S A SLUT!" 

"Bro, I'll knock ya fuckin' lights out ya don't start puttin' some mothafuckin' respect on her name!"

"FUCK THAT BITCH!" 

I immediately jumped off the stage with my fists leading the way and I didn't think twice about it. I landed on top of the loser and I just started laying into him. As soon as I jumped off the stage, the lights in the venue all turned on and I could hear Royce start yelling something into his mic, but I was so fuckin' angry I couldn't make out a single thing he was saying.