Gangstress

February 2000 (1)

***Marshall's POV***

It was the night of the Grammys and I actually chose not to go, I was way too busy in the studio with Dre to be able to make it and I only had a limited amount of time in LA to get my shit done before I went back home. I also just didn't really wanna go. I always thought the Grammys were bullshit, even before I was signed, so if I was busy then I certainly wasn't gonna try and clear my schedule for them.  

Even though I wasn't gonna be there, I was nominated for three groups. Best Rap Performance by a Duo or a Group, Best Rap Solo Performance, and Best Rap Album. Angel was also nominated for Best Rap Album, so I was anxious about that. I hoped to god she would win, or that we would both lose, because I really didn't wanna win out to her. I thought she deserved it way more than me and I wanted her to have that win. 

A little past nine, I got a call from Dre telling me I had won for Best Rap Solo Performance for My Name Is, and Best Rap Album with the SSLP. I instantly felt guilty for winning out to Angel. That girl put so much blood, sweat, and tears into Hardcore, and she definitely deserved it way more. 

I was still proud though, because winning a Grammy is one of the biggest deals in the music industry. I thought it was crazy that I had won two, let alone at all! I was so grateful for Dre, and all he had done for me, because I truly would not have been here without him. 

I kept working and going about my business, trying to finish up some things when I got a call at around one am. I was busy fuckin' around with the soundboard, so I wasn't really paying attention and just flipped my phone open. 

"Yo." 

"WHITE BOY!" I heard screamed into the phone and I immediately knew who it was. "Congrats on the Grammys. Ya deserve it." Angel slurred her words. Fuck, she sounds so fuckin' drunk. 

I chuckled. "Thanks, but you shoulda won."

"Meh. There's always next year. What are ya doin'? Let's hang out!" 

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "How ya know I'm in LA?" 

"I talked to Dre, he told me. Come onnnn, let's hang out. I miss you! I also need a ride back to my hotel. I lost my purse somewhere, and I don't know where my driver is." She ranted drunkenly and I immediately was reminded of all the drunken nights we spent together. She was always so cute when she was drunk.

"Aight, where ya at? Stay put." She says jump and I say how high apparently. 

"I don't know. I'm walking down some random road. Oooooh Dennys. Wanna go get some fuckin' Dennys?" 

"Fuck Angel, ya can't be doin' that! Which Denny's are ya near?" I quickly switched everything off and grabbed my keys. 

"Doin' what? I'm just hungry." She replied nonchalantly. 

"Walking around LA alone! Especially bein' you, you're gonna get fuckin' jumped!" 

"Nahhhh, I'm fine. No one's recognized me yet. I'm hiding my face." She started giggling. 

"Angel, which Denny's? Find a street sign." I said to her seriously. 

"Uhhh..." She trailed off. "Figueroa St!" She said excitedly.  

"Aight, south? West?" 

"South!"

"K, don't go anywhere. I'ma be there in fifteen minutes." I hopped in my car and shoved the keys in the ignition. 

"Okay! Bye!" 

"No no no! Don't hang up! Talk to me till I get there!" 

She groaned. "My arms getting tired from holding the phone to my ear."