Gangstress

September 2000 (2)

***Angel's POV***

Today I was just sitting downstairs in my studio writing and recording like a mad woman. I had an idea for a track and as I was writing I immediately wanted Marshall to be on it. I was kicking myself for not thinking of it earlier when he was here so he could just listen to it right away and give me feed back, but instead I just figured I'd send the raw version over to him whenever I was finished and see what he thought.  

I was in the booth recording the rough draft version of my verse while Aidan was helping me run the soundboard. He had been telling me recently that he was wanting to get into producing, so I told him to start working with me on the record whenever he had time and I'd teach him what I knew. 

"Aight, run through the last bit once more." He said through the mic into my headphones and I nodded while I put my thumbs up. 

"Pull up on your block, eight straight Hummers/'Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers/Bank account hold eight straight numbers/Ain't no room for you whack newcomers/We the people's choice because we kick that nasty Hardcore shit that you wanna hear/Can't fuck with us, hands down, we win best murder rap of the year/Pounds to the mistas, hugs for the miss/Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss/All my bitches pop that thing like this/All my n****s wave that bling on the wrist/Some of the consequences, when you dealin' with a plug thug/And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world/Whatchu know about Thug Luv?" 

The beat cut out and I heard Aidan's voice once more through my headphones. "Yeah that take was dope as fuck, come out and listen to that one."

I took off my headphones and placed my notebook in the chair behind me. I exited the booth and went and sat down beside him. He played it back for me and we both started nodding our heads. "Yeah, you're right. I like that one way better than the first one." I said. 

He smiled. "Right? See I know what I'm doin'." He said proudly and I just laughed. 

"Yeah, you learnin' alright." I said as I grabbed my cellphone off of the soundboard to check it. 

From: Zoe

"Get to ur computer right now and look up groupiecentral.com"

I scrunched my eyebrows together. What the fuck is that?

To: Zoe

"What's groupiecentral??"

"I'll be back." I said to Aidan as I started quickly getting up from the chair. 

"Where ya goin'?!" He yelled as I ran up the stairs. 

"One second!" I yelled back as I reached the main floor. I walked into my computer room and started firing up my desktop. Once it was finally completely turned on I started typing the website into the search bar. The website loaded up rather slowly and I wondered if it was even worth the effort at this point. 

Slowly but surely it fully loaded and right on the main page was Marshall's face plastered all over it. The headline under the picture read "Sluttiest Male Celebrity - Eminem" my eyes went wide and I started feeling really uncomfortable. What the fuck is this shit?! I scrolled down the page and realized this website gives out these 'awards' every year around the time of the VMAs. 

I scrolled back up to Marshall's picture and started reading the little article they had written about him. "The real Slim Shady knows he's hot right now and he's taking full advantage of it by hooking up with as many groupies as he can. He was kind of keeping it on the down low because he was having some of the people in his huge entourage do the dirty work by scoping out the ladies for him. But after the shows, Eminem parties with several women and is acting more like a rock star than some of the actual rock stars."