Eminem x Dr. Dre: A Forbidden Love

Eminem x Dr. Dre: A Forbidden Love

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Marshall is a young rap artist from Detroit who just wants his music to be noticed. He tried many record labels, but none of them took him seriously. After trying so hard for so long, Marshall began to doubt himself and his music...until one phone call changed his life forever. GUYS I DO NOT EXPECT YOU TO TAKE THIS FANFIC SERIOUSLY, I DO REALIZE THAT BOTH EMINEM AND DR. DRE ARE STRAIGHT. IT JUST SEEMED LIKE A FUN THING TO WRITE ABOUT. I hope you guys enjoy :) Creds to whoever put that photo on Google images!
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#1 on Eminemfanfic hashtag as of 23/06/30 Tyler Hyun is instantly recognizable and addictive. She's the type of person we imagine doesn't really exist, merely only materializing in some figment of imagination. She isn't easy to understand and she makes it incredibly hard to predict her behaviour. So it's relatively understandable that everyone's hooked on her like she's your newest party drug. Marshall Mathers meets her at his friend's house party and he's falling within seconds of seeing her. It's that type of instant attachment. He needs her to be his, he becomes obsessed. But sometimes you've gotta stop for a moment and ask how obsessive do you become before it's getting concerning? *** "No- here's my frustration. We're always distracting ourselves. With TV, music, news... endlessly, endlessly, until we can't even stomach our own silence, can't fathom creating our own thought, can't handle being alone with ourselves. We always need to be preoccupied." She's letting out an aggravated groan, bringing her hands up in front of her face. I imagine what it's like to have her around all the time. I imagine what it's like waking up to her, having her talking about the darkest things in a way that's stomach-able. I need her.

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