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Demolition Addiction	By : alicevanity Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Eminem/Marshall Mathers Views: 3528 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. I do not own/know Eminem and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 4:

The next morning Marshall was up early, he turned to his wardrobe and pulled out a huge grey t-shirt and matching baggy sweatpants. He slipped on his white sneakers and went to the bathroom. "Em, you up?" Marshall heard Obie's voice from the hallway as he wiped his face.

Marshall walked out of the bathroom and searched the house for Obie, he traced him a few seconds later, sitting on the sofa in the living room. "Morning." Obie said sleepy. "What are you doin' up so early?" Em asked, wiping a few drops off his chin. "Phone woke me up." Obie said, waving with the receiver in his hand. "Its your manager." Obie said and laid the receiver on the cabinet, standing up as Em was walking closer to him.

"'Night." Obie murmured and walked back to his room. "Goodnight." Em replayed quietly and reached for the phone. The manager wanted to make sure Eminem remembered all about his busy day. "Yeah, fine." Eminem murmured, feeling a headache starting to build up, he didn’t know how the hell he's gonna get through this day, and the thought that there are more days like this to come made it only worse.

Eminem's manager wanted to meet him at the location of the shoots after he's done with the interview for the "Vibe" magazine, so they agreed to meet there and Em said he would give him a call when he'll be done and hung up.

Marshall was glad that at least he had some time to grab a coffee and something to eat. He opened the fridge and took out the milk, making himself a cup of coffee. He searched the kitchen draws for cookies or something quick for breakfast but couldn’t find a thing. "Damn." He cussed and slammed the last draw shut. "Wut'hell was dat?" Roy asked alarmed, standing at the entrance. "There's nothing to eat in your fuckin' house, man." Marshall grumbled.

"What are you doin' up so early anyway?" Em said as he fixed himself a sandwich, Roy was staring into the fridge blankly. "What's so early 'bout 7 am? I got school today." Roy explained. "Tell you wut." Marshall suddenly spoke, his tune was different, cheerful. "You driving, right?" he asked, leaving his sandwich and examining Roy's face, Roy nodded, "But I don’t have my own car, sometimes mah mom lemme borrow her's" he added. "If you throw a party this weekend, and invite all of your friends including Alli and the other friend of yours, I'll buy you a car." Marshall offered irresistibly.

"Wait, you want me to throw a party at your place, and you gonna pay me for dat?" Roy asked suspiciously, his big brown eyes widened confusedly. "Yeah," Marshal said simply and chuckled. "Alli fucked you up man." Roy declared and slammed the fridge door shut. "Don’t start, man! I asked you for a simple shitty ass thing to do. Is dat so fucking complicated? Or you don' want a car?" Marshall provoked him. "Aight, what do I care…I'll do it." Roy gave up and just shrugged. "Good." Marshall said firmly and grabbed his sandwich, he finished it in a few bites and headed to his room.

Marshall opened the first drawer of his cabinet and removed a few pairs of socks, finding what he was looking for. He grabbed the yellow bottle of pills and put it in his pocket, heading out. On his way he stopped in a grocery store and bought a bottle of water. He sat back in his car and popped a pill with it. Marshall leaned his head back and sighed, hoping to get through the day in one piece.

"What i your biggest inspiration?" , "What comments do you get from people on your lyrical content?" , "What was the craziest thing a fan did forto you?" all those banal and boring questions kept pumping Marshall's head as he listened to the interviewer and answered back, she was recording the interview but also taking notes.

"And for the closing, is there anything you would like to say to our readers?" the interviewer asks him nicely, he looks up for a moment, thinking. "Yeah, as a matter of fact there is." He says and immediately opens his mouth again: "Stay true to yourself and to your music, big love from Detroit." The interviewer smiled and nodded as he finished and stopped the record.

"Thank you very much, Eminem." The interview said and reached her hand, Em jerked forward to shake it and they said goodbye as she led him to the upper floor, where the photoshoot for the article would be. Eminem walked into a white room on the 2nd floor and saw the photographer sitting on a high bar chair that was placed in the middle of the room, next to it was a single medium wooden table with some equipment. "Its nice to meet you, I'm Chris." the photographer said and walked towards Em, shaking his hand.

"As you can see, this is the first location were going to be shooting at." Chris said and pointed at the right wall that was covered in colorful Graffiti. "Cool." Em nodded and kept checking it out. "When we'll get what we want from this room we'll be heading to the next location which is placed outside." Chris said and grabbed his professional camera.

"Now, what I want you to do, is be very natural, don’t over-pose." Chris reflected. "I never do." Em said with a smirk, he stood there and just acted like himself, well, maybe a little more awkward. Chris immediately saw the beauty of the moment started to take the shots. "That’s good, now let's try something else…" he murmured and walked out of the room. A minute later he came back, holding a knuckle duster and a white plastic chair.

"Use the chair as you would like." He said, placing the chair in the middle of the room, close to the wall. Em put his right leg on the chair and bent over a little bit, he held the knuckle duster in the right hand and placed his right elbow on the right knee. His look seemed a little disturbing, intimidating, but this is how Slim Shady was like…

Then he stood up stiff and still, placing the right hand with the knuckle duster against his face, as if he was hitting himself. The photographer kept shooting, smiling from time to time, saying he's doing great. "And…were done here!" Chris calls out gladly before the last click and they leave the room.

They walked out of the building into a garage that was placed two houses from the "Vibe" office. "Here?" Em asked doubtfully as he saw the darkness and bad view around. "Don’t worry, the lightening's is usually very good if you open some windows." Chris said and walked further into the garage, opening two big windows that were placed on the northern and the western walls. The place lightened significantly, it still had a mysterious vibe.

Em sat on an old tire when a few rusty garage tools were lying in the background, he flipped off to the camera for one shot and then Chris put down the camera, letting it swing on the strip that was around his neck. "Wait a minute, I think the production have left something for us…" he mumbled and disappeared at the back of the garage. He returned a minute later with a big box in his hands.

"What's that fo'?" Em asked doubtfully. "They thought it would be a nice idea." Chris said and opened the box, throwing big bags of M&M candies towards Em that grabbed them instantly. Corny, Marshall thought to himself, but he thought it can turn out cute.

He opened the bags and decided to really go all the way with it. He spilled a few bags to his legs and stood with his arms crossed on his chest. "Great, lemme get to the position!" Chris said excitedly, lying on the floor with the camera close to Eminem's legs so the camera would catch his legs long and clear and the head was small and far.

In another picture he caught Em holding an M&M piece between his teeth, which was very funny. And finally, Em filled his hands with green and red M&M's and reached his palms forward, presenting them to the camera with a psycho expression on his face, he was twitching his lips, his eyes were wide opened and had a spark of madness in them. "Perfect." Chris called out with an expression of satisfaction on his face.

"So…were done?" Em said when Chris let go of his camera. "Yes. Were gonna send you a copy to your house when the newspaper is going to come out!" Chris said and shook his hand. "Great, thanks man." Em nodded and walked outside to his car. He sat in the driver's seat and popped another pill, then gave his manager a call.

They agreed to meet for a quick lunch in restaurant that was 15 minutes away by car. The launch was almost too quick, even though Em's manager didn’t want to make him stressed – he sure made him feel like it. "Hey, do you think I can bring a date with me, to this launch shit event?" Em asked carefully, twitching his eyebrows.

"Who do you wanna show up with? Kim? I thought she didn’t like the fame thing…" His manager examined Em's face. "No, no…not Kim, I got this friend…she's really nice." Em started explaining but his manager cut him off. "- You can't show off any chick you fuck…you're a father, do you still wanna keep that player image? Think about it, Marshall…", "-No! What the fuck's going on with Y'all people?" Marshall snapped.

"Seriously, Paul. Stop thinking like dat all time, it's getting on my fucking nerves." Marshall tried to regain calmness slowly, taking in a deep breath. "So who's she?" Paul asked carefully. "She's a friend, and I'm trying to make her sign in 'Shady Records', not get into her pants!" Em said, emphasizing the last part of his words. "She's an artist?" Paul wondered.

"Yes, she's an amazing singer, I gotta hear her again, and if you and Dre would be there – even better, so I can prove all of yo' asses wrong." He said full of satisfaction. "I wonder why Dre was against it…" Paul murmured and Em moved in his chair inconveniently, his expression changed already. He tried to wear a blank expression on his face. "Oh no, oh boy, I know that expression, when you're trying to pull off the Poker face…never fools me, spill." Paul informed.

"Dre…thinks…she is too young…" Em mouthed slowly and carefully, watching Paul's face getting darker. "How old is she?" Paul asked sharply.

"Look, she is very mature to her age…" Em started off, " – How old is she?" Paul said again, firmer this time. "If you'll just meet her, I swear to you, you won't think about it…" Em tried again, " – How old is this girl, Marshall?" Paul asked for the 3rd time, annoyed.

"Almost 18." Marshall spat sharply and angrily. "Almost…?" Paul asked again, making sure he had heard the right thing. "She's at Roy's class, you know…Obie's young brother." Em explained and Paul just nodded. "She's at the 12th grade, she's gonna finish school soon, celebrate 18 and then everything's gonna be fine." Marshall said peacefully, he ran that script in his mind over and over. "You've been putting a lot of thought into this…" Paul said, rubbing his chin. "I have." Em admitted immediately.

"So where is this girl? Bring her over to the studio sometime." Paul softened. "She's actually…thinking over the offer right now…" Marshall answered quietly. "Oh, right." Paul nodded, and the Alli subject ended right there. A few minutes later they paid the bill and went back to their business.

"Hey Alli, I was wondering…do you want to come to this launch thing with me tonight?" Em said when he heard her voice from the other side.

"What? When?" Alli asked surprised. "I'll pick you up at 7, put on some make up and a nice dress, they won't be able to put their camera lands off of ya." He said joyfully and hung up, getting into his car. He was so glad that this day was almost over, and even though he had left only one thing to do he was glad he's gonna do it with Alli.

By 7 Marshall was knocking on Alli's door, he was wearing a huge shiny white shirt and blue baggy jeans, feeling a little anxious. When Alli opened the door his heart skipped a beat, he felt like he couldn’t find the words. She was wearing a red elegant dress that came down to her knees. The cloth was fluffy and soft and she felt good in it. She highlighted her dark brown eyes with golden eye shadow and eye liner, she applied red lipstick on her full lips and looked as glamorous as a real celebrity.

"Wow, you're gonna blend in." He finally mouthed. Alli just smiled weakly and grabbed her matching purse. Marshall walked towards the passenger seat and opened the door for her. "Thanks." She said shyly and looked up at him, that gesture meant something for her. He shook his head and closed the door after her, walking around the car to get to his seat. Okay…this is not happening, get a grip, you are not sitting in a damn Porsche and Eminem didn’t just ask you to go to this celebrity event. She thought to herself, feeling pressure on her heart and wanting to scream it away. She stared ahead with a blank expression on her face, she was drowning in her stressing thoughts as a voice snapped her out of it. "Hey, yo' okay?" Marshall asked a little disturbed. "I'm fine." She whispered and took a deep breath, still staring at the horizon, at the golden sunset.

"Relax, they're gonna love you." Marshall winked at her and started the engine, they drifted full speed ahead. "Wait, where are we going anyway?" she asked after a moment of silence. "Do you know Dido and Lil Kim?" Marshall asked back. "Yeah." Alli nodded.

"They got this new single together, they're probably gonna sing it and there'd be another show and celebrities and shit…" he explained calmly. "Do you do this a lot?" Alli wondered. "Do what? Go to this kinda shit? Yeah I gotta make an appearance, as my dumbass of manager says." Marshall smirked. "I mean…taking teen age dates with you…" Alli murmured, hoping the question won't set him off. "No! And its not a date." He said firmly and then became silenced. "I mean…sure, you gotta bring someone with you…" he added after a moment, pouring a softer attitude to his tune. "So why me?" Alli kept asking. "I don’t know, I thought it would be nice, not hitting on you or some'n but as friends…" Marshall murmured.

The drive took a while, a couple of hours actually. "Where is it?" Alli asked when the road didn’t seem to end. "Ohio." Marshall said quietly. "What? My mom is going to kill me!" Alli freaked. "Relax, its pretty close to the border." He said peacefully, Alli just took a deep breath – hoping that the night won't turn into a total disaster. A lot of limos and other expensive cars were parking infront of the building they passed. "We're here." Marshall said finally.

"Yeah, I can tell…Damn…" Alli said tensely. "Relax, you'll be doing just fine. When we get in just let them take a few pictures of us, they like it, the bastards. Then we'll get to the reception and they'll tell us what to do." Marshall explained casually, examining Allie's face and nodding questioningly to see she's fine. Alli nodded back and then squealed, "I'm terrified." She whispered.

"Stop it, if you'll be stressed they're gonna notice, they're like dogs smelling blood, just be cool everything's gonna turn up just fine!" he said, leaning his hand on her back carefully, implying to keep walking. Two bodyguards were standing from each side of the steps, the floor was made from dark marble with glitters. Funny, even the floor is glamorous. Alli thought to herself. "She's with you?" the bodyguard asked Eminem, looking on her and then on Em. "Yeah." Em replayed quietly and the bodyguard let them in.

At the lobby were standing a few photographers, they held some serious equipment in their hands and diverted the lenses towards the celebrities that were modeling infront of them. Alli stood paralyzed for a few seconds when Em just looked around, suddenly a paparazzi guy came up to them, touching Alli's shoulder. "Hey, can I have a picture of you two?" he asked nicely, almost too nicely. This tune always made Marshall's stomach flip with disguise. "Sure, just keep your hands off of her, man." Em said, trying hard not to sound aggressive.
The man nodded and grabbed his camera, pointing it and pressing a few clicks. Em wrapped his hand around her waist and looked straight into the lent, thinking how beautiful she's gonna look in those pictures.

Her shiny brown locks were leaning perfectly on her shoulders and the fine straps of her dress seemed like they were made of red diamonds. The dress's shape really suited her womanly figure, the low cut made her front look amazing, not too revealing – yet elegant.

A waitress came up to them as they got to the reception. She guided them to their seats, in the same table were sitting Obie and Dre, both of them checked her out, knowing this is the girl that drove Marshall insane. Alli was quiet but very aware of the situation.

"Listen, I'ma go make a call, you just…wait for me here. Don’t go anywhere." He said as he bent aside. Alli nodded and took a sip from her drink, her eyes wandered to the stage where Lil Kim was standing with Dido, they were just about to invite Pink to perform a song. "Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...the one…the only – Pink!" Dido called out excited and she and Lil' Kim disappeared from stage as the sensational Pink stormed to the stage with a revealing dress and hot blond and pink spikes in her hair.

"This girl sure knows how to pull off a show." Dre said to Obie, both of them nodded, satisfied. Dre looked at Alli and asked her directly, "You think you can do dat?"

"Yeah, as a matter of fact I can." Alli declared boldly, not thinking too much. "Good, then you're just what were looking for." Obie said with a big smile as he saw Dre's trusting expression. At that moment everything seemed magical to Alli, all these pop stars and celebrities – she knew this world belongs to her, she knew she can pull that off. Getting a deal was never easy, especially where she comes from.

A few moments later Em took his seat next to her and they drank and ate a little something. During that time they suddenly heard shouts. Em turned and the rest were turning their heads now too, a paparazzi photographer was hanging from god knows where, almost pinned to the big see through plastic windows that surrounded the hall. "Crazy ass paparazzi." Em hissed and turned his back on the man that was flashing his camera in his direction.

"Why would he do that? We already let them take pictures earlier…" Alli asked innocently. Dre just looked at her surprised, knowing Em would answer. "It's never enough for them. All they wanna see is how you screw up, they always try'na catch your crisis on camera." He sounded casual, but Alli thought about those words all through the night.

The evening flew and before they knew it was half past midnight. A few celebrities were hitting the dancefloor when the others were clapping to the sound of the last performance of the night – 50 cent. As the rapper's song was over he got off stage and walked towards their table. "Good show, man." Em said, shaking his hand and giving him a hug. "This is mah friend – Alli, this is Curtis." Em said, pointing at the rapper.

Curtis nodded and Alli smiled back, having a hard time to believe this was happening.

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