INFINITE (Eminem Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6: Spend Some Time

“It’s nice to mee-”

Riley was interrupted by a lady in a sharp business suit with an even sharper voice. “Are you Miss Stuart?”

She had to clamp her mouth shut and take a deep breath before she answered. “Yes, I am.”

 The woman looked her head to toe and didn’t seem satisfied. “I’m Carol, the shooting director. We’re going to need you in hair and makeup straight away. We have a brief prepared for you so you understand how this is all going to work.”

Before she could even thank Carol or say goodbye to Paul and Mark, she was guided roughly towards a hallway adjacent to the set. Just as she was pushed around the corner and into a dressing room, she saw Marshall standing in the hallway. He was wearing a black hoodie and ripped baggy jeans, looking very suspicious. But that was hardly a surprise. She could’ve only guessed the photo-shoot was a promotion for ‘criminal’. As they met eyes, only very briefly, she could see the small and sinister smile on his lips, as if he’d conjured some sort of evil plan.

But before she could examine him any more Carol had her in the dressing room with the door shut.

Marshall had to smile as he stood in the studio hall as he watched the shooting director practically drag Riley into the dressing room. Carol had always come across pushy but she was a fantastic director. He couldn’t believe his plan had actually worked, and on such short notice. It was probably why everyone was so rushed today. He’d called Paul last night and asked him if they were doing much promotion for ‘criminal’. It was more an evil seed plantation. He knew Paul’s mind would do some quick thinking, especially as Riley was in town now. The next thing he knew he’d set up the photo-shoot.

And after the messy end to last night, he wanted to patch things up with her but knew she wouldn’t want to see him. Miss ‘professional’ and all. As he wandered back onto the set, he could see Paul and Mark, talking loudly behind the cameras, catching up like a bunch of freaking school girls. There were workers running around like man-men trying to set up the shoot and all he could really do was stand around and wait.

Every few minutes he’d have somebody come up to him, ask him if he was doing okay, if he needed anything. He wasn’t used to all the attention and found it so strange. Just over a year ago, nobody cared about him. Nobody wanted to hear him rap or support him trying to get into the industry. But now he’d made it, it was as if how he felt was the be all and end all.

After a few more minutes, the door to Riley’s dressing room swung open and she pinned him down with an almighty glare. With her hair curled nicely, make up done and her civilian costume in place, she looked perfect for the role but her ferocious stare practically tore his fantasy apart as she marched right up to him.

She got so close, he actually expected her to be joking around until she let out a sharp whisper, “Did you know about all of this?”

He recoiled at her sharp tone, “It was Paul’s idea. I found out this morning.”

She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “Okay…” As she opened them, they were almost closer than they were the night before, when they kissed. Her cheeks turned red and she stepped back, keeping her eyes pinned to the floor.

“Listen, Riley,” He said, reaching out and placing a hand on her arm, “About last night-”

“Everybody ready?!” Carol’s shrill voice interrupted him.  “I want to get this done and done well, okay?”

They both snapped to professional attention and awaited Carol’s specific direction. In the brief it explained that the photo-shoot was a promotion for his song ‘criminal’. It was merely a few photos of him, posing as a criminal and Riley as a hostage. It then outlined the set poses that Carol had come up with. Although demanding, she knew what she was doing and had a perfect vision.

Against the green screen background, he knew the crew didn’t have time to pick an appropriate location and it gave them loads of room to be creative and flexible with the shoot.

“Alright everybody! We’re going into Frame 1. I need Cameras C, D and G in position 4!” Carol was barking out orders, sending the crew scrambling. A young woman with a headset on walked swiftly across the set and handed him an unloaded gun. That’s when he remembered that Frame 1 was him holing Riley hostage, with a gun to her head.

He glanced up at her, weapon in hand, feeling sheepish. She, however, showed no such emotion and stepped closer to him. He had almost forgotten… she was a model. This is what she did for a living and would be nothing but professional.

“Let’s do this.” She said, stepping in front of him. He reached out and put his forearm around her shoulder, clasping her against his chest.  The close contact made his whole body sizzle and he tried to remain calm as he placed the fake gun against her temple.

Carol looked up and saw that they were ready and nodded. “Okay, Marshall, just move your leg a little bit more to the left.” He did so and she seemed to be more satisfied. “Riley, that’s perfect! You look terrified.”

He couldn’t see her facial expression from here but he could on guess he needed to pose correctly now. Pulling a tough guy face, there was a flash of the camera. They held for a second longer as there was a second and third flash before Carol yelled out for Frame 2.

Half an hour later, they had most of the shots down and Carol, for once seemed impressed as she checked the shots. They waited patiently under the lights in silence. He didn’t know what to say to Riley. They couldn’t really address last night with so many people around. But he desperately wanted to talk to her.

Carol glanced back up at them, “Okay, great work you two. How would you feel about doing just one more photo? I have an idea.” With his time working with Carol, he knew that if she ever had an idea, it was a good one. “I read in the ‘criminal’ music video script that the teller was attracted to the criminal, right?” Marshall could only nod. “I thought, just to shake things up we should do a shot that represents that.” As he glanced over the Riley she had an unreadable expression on her face, as if it was a cross of horror and genuine excitement.

“So,” Carol said. “Marshall, would you pick up Riley?”

He was so confused by her request, he blurted out a, “What?”

“Pick her up, in your arms.”

“Ohh,” He glanced at Riley awkwardly. She looked like she was blushing again, and trying so hard to hide it. He gently reached out and scooped her up, one hand under her knees, the other on the small of her back.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” She whispered.

“Of course not,” He dismissed. For two reasons: what wimp would say yes and what asshole would say yes. But it wasn’t like she was, especially the way he was holding her.

“Okay,” Carol said, “Just tip her down slightly. So her hair falls down but keep her close to you.” He did as she requested. “Okay and just lean in really close, almost so your noses are touching.” He did so again, staring straight into Riley’s eyes.

In that moment, he found himself getting lost in them…. Those big circles of magnificent blue. It was almost as if the waves of the ocean had crashed into her eyes. She looked so beautiful, here in his arms. It was almost like it was meant to be. She fit just right against his body. He hardly even heard Carol’s voice or the cameras taking the photos, he was so lost.

 It wasn’t until Riley pulled a funny expression and whispered with a giggle, “Marshall, we’re done. You can put me down.”

“Right,” He set her gently down onto her feet and awkwardly looked at the floor. How long had he held her? Had anybody noticed? Glancing up, none of the crew looked bothered by his actions Relief washed over him.

Carol’s voice ended the photo-shoot with happiness, “Alright! That’s a wrap, everyone.”