Meeting Marshall Mathers: The Slim Shady Era

Chapter 3

As myself and Karlie mingled and became more aquatinted with the room I couldn't help but feel like everyone was keeping myself and Em away from each other, i mean they most likely weren't, but any time that we'd glance at each other and I'd step that little bit closer to his direction as he did with me somebody would always get in the way and either talk to me or him.
He patted someone goodbye on their shoulder as he took the opportunity to capture Proof's attention who was stood right next to me, I'd clicked on to what he was doing, he was definitely making his was to me but doing it slyly, he saw the move and played it well! Inside I was beaming! Finally Marshall was almost rubbing shoulders with me, he was so close, painfully close, what made it painful was the tension between us, I just wanted everyone to get gone! He and Proof both talked to Karlie and her fake boobs, but just as the little green eyed monster inside me reared it's ugly head, it happened! Marshall broke away from Proof and Karlies conversation MID FLOW and opened up with a sarcastic comment of:
"So I guess yours are fake too?"

Okay so it wasn't a feeling of being watched anymore, we was definitely being watched from all angles, every now and again I'd take a sneaky glimpse around the room whenever Em was sidetracked by either one of his friends or from something happening around him, he honestly had an attention span of a fish, as proof would say.
He was very observant, and it was interesting to get to know all the personal little traits of his, i was so eager to learn more and more about him, things that weren't publicised, but the night was drawing to and end and i knew sooner rather than later that myself and Karlie were going to get escorted out of the room and thrown into the harsh reality of our normal lives.

"So how long are you in the UK for?" i asked him, I still couldn't believe i was just casually engaging in a two way conversation with Eminem, with Marshall, with Slim Shady himself...

"Uhh... we're playing London on the 9th and 10th, we fly home on the... 14th I think? Yea the 14th"

"Home being Detroit?"

"Well, yeah?" He looked at me as if i'd asked the most retarded question i could've thrown at him,

"It's definitely on my bucket list of places to go, the infamous Motown city, my mums the biggest fan of Motown music" i looked down at my half empty glass,

"Oh she is? Well I wouldn't take her... Im not about to stand here and dress it up, it's dangerous as fuck out there, there's more beautiful places to wanna go to in this world"

"I guess, it's just historic though isn't it.. and, well I can't hide the fact that I'd want to see what all the fuss is about for some road... 8 mile is it?" He smiled at me, sensing my humour,

"Speaking of... we gotta big project comin up on 8 Mile" He smiled again, "Why'd you wanna go down some road for?"

"If it's some road why do you mention it so much?" I cocked a brow, hand softly placed on my hip,

"Okay brass balls, calm it. If you must know, like you don't already, it represents my obstacle... shit was fuckin' real man, it was hard as hell for me, i mean, i grew up on the wrong side of 8 Mile, it separates Detroit from its white suburbs, i grew up on the black side, so you know, shit was tuff, real fuckin' tuff"

"Well you learn something new every day don't ya, I actually didn't know it was a divide"

"Yea.. yo so anyways, when're we gettin' our freak on?" I almost sprayed my drink all over his crisp white T-shirt, thankfully I didn't and managed to swallow it down, almost choking, classy,

"You want to get freaky?" We both laughed, good choice of words Em, certainly took the edge off,

"Man I ain't playin', I'm for real" he raised his left eyebrow and inched closer, woah right okay! This conversation just went from goofy to serious in 0.3 seconds, I froze!
"You're tight, you gotta learn how to loosen the fuck up" he then backed up from me as Purple Pills started to play, I grinned and watched on for a moment, it was like my very own private performance to the song that made them! The whole collective of D12 formed a mosh pit in the middle of the square border of the L-shaped sofas, they were pushing each other about, bouncing off each other like bumper cars, Bizarre was the only one slouched across the sofa, absolutely coma-toast, Em was kinda doing his own little airplane dance before he loosely threw an arm over Proof, then as if in-sync Swifty, Kon and Kuniva all waved their hands about, i just couldn't stop laughing, they looked ridiculous, in the funniest way possible, it was kind of tribal the way that they all danced, I only hoped they didn't bust those moves in a club,