9) Hi! My Name Is

*Marshall's POV*

Today marked day two of working with Dr. Dre in the studio. I was less star struck this time and more in tune to what was going on.

I mean yesterday was too much of a shock for me to fully grasp what was happening. Thinking back on it just makes me wanna slap myself in the face. I was so fucking awkward and completely not myself. I made sure today would be different.

"Aight Em, I got some news." Dre stated as we both took a seat across from each other.

"Shoot." I nodded my head.

"I really like the progress of yesterday, you're a real talented cat,"

My heart was beginning to race intensely. Oh my god, is this going where I think it's going? I felt small tingles spread throughout my skin just thinking about the possibilities of what could happen.

Dre continued, "Your work ethic was insane. I mean you just went for it,"

Of course I went for it! I'm a maniac. God Marshall, could you be anymore anxious?

"And when we recorded, I felt like your unique flow and sound was very compatible with my beats,"

Fuck here it comes...

"And, well dawg," he released a sigh while smiling. "I'd like to sign you into Aftermath Records." He announced all at once.

Oh my god! Fuck yeah!

I didn't know what to say. I felt as though a giant weight has been lifted off my shoulders. This was happening. My dream was finally becoming a reality.

This made me much more confident about yesterday. I may not have won over Dre with my 'social graces', but my music showed him potential, and that's all that mattered.

"Thank you so much, man. You don't know how much this means to me. I-I can't believe this. I won't let you down, man." Wow Marshall, you're coming on strong. Why don't you suck his cock while you're at it? I gave myself a mental slap to the face.

Dre just laughed and gave me a fist pump.

"I know you won't. And that's why I wanna work with you." He laughed. "Now I just need you to sign a few things, you know, talk a little more about the industry. And after that, I'll get'chu right into the studio, and we'll start makin' records. Sound good?" I nodded my head intensely and followed him to his office.

Man, was this amazing. I got a baby mama at home and I've got a contract. In no time I'll have a family, and actual money to support. I couldn't ask for more.

***After Dre went through all the contracts with me, we started heading towards the studio.

The room was filled with all of Dre's other associates talking about work and music.

"Aight let's get into this." Dre said while cracking his knuckles and taking a seat by the mixing board.

When I stepped into the live room, I just stood there, staring into the mic. I had to take in the fact that I officially signed into Aftermath. I slowly placed the headphones over my ears. When I looked back up, Dre was still talking with some of the associates. I could still hear through the glass.

"I can't believe you actually hired this white guy." One of the associates laughed.

Already, my blood started boiling.

"Yeah forreal." One of them added. "You sure you wanna do this, dawg?"

"Man, fuck you mean 'you sure you wanna do this?' Of course I do. What's the big deal?" Dre asked with a huff. "You never even heard him yet, he's sick."

"I don't need to hear him, he's white. He's probably on dat Vanilla Ice shit."

At this point I was feeling the urge to just punch these jerks in the face and dip.

"Forreal he's prolly Vanilla Ice's cousin." Both guys started laughing but Dre cut them off.

"No." He held a hand up, directing them to stop. "Vanilla Ice is corny. This guy," he says pointing at me through the glass "is over the top."

Wow, Dre was actually sticking up for me? Am I dreaming? This is crazy. The side of my mouth curved up into a smirk.

Dre turned his chair back around to face the mixing board. "Man, I don't give a fuck if you're purple. If you can kick it, I'm workin' wit'chu." He said while scanning all the buttons on the board. "Aight Em, sorry bout that." He sighed.

"It's all good." I replied through the mic. Dre nodded his head.

"Aight I made this beat last night after getting a feel of your style. Check it out."

He began playing the beat, I couldn't help but nod my head up and down, smiling. There was this really goofy quality to the bass line. It was almost, sarcastic sounding. It was perfect.

I let the beat consume me for a few moments then cleared my throat. I had to prepare for a goofy voice to match this sound. When I was ready, I finally broke into the mic.

"Hi! My name is...

My name is...

my name is...

chicka-chicka" I imitated the sound of a record scratch into the mic. "Slim Shady!"

I kept on fucking around and repeating the same thing in a high-pitched, goofy voice.

What better way to announce myself? I laughed to myself.

When I was done I looked back up at everyone through the glass. I grinned immensely while watching Dre and everyone else burst into a fit of laughter.

"What the fuck was that??" Dre asked practically in tears. "You know what? Don't even answer that! Just do it again!" He demanded while replaying the beat and hitting the record button. ***After recording for a little, we finished the whole song. It was like, immediately we knew we had something. Dre was so impressed and in shock with the things I said. He called it my first single.

"This is gonna be a hit." Dre said while shaking his head and laughing. "You know how I know?"

"No," I shook my head "How?"

"Because it's the most annoying song I've ever heard." We both began laughing again as he started playing it over.

I grabbed a water bottle that was in the mini fridge in the corner. I twisted open the cap and chugged down some water.

"You know, at this rate we're going, people are gonna fuckin' hate me." I joked while twisting the cap back up.

"They sure will. You're nuts kid." He chuckled. "Completely out of your mind."

"Maybe so." I laughed. "But that's me. I want my lyrics to get that kinda attention from people, you know?" I tried thinking of the phrase. "I want my music to bring, err--"

"Shock value." Dre finished.

I took in what he said and thought for a moment while rubbing my chin.

"Yeah...shock value." I repeated. "You know what? I think I want that to be the theme to my album. Shock value. I want to shock the world. I wanna offend as many people as I possible."

Dre just stared at me, blinking. I gave a nervous laugh while rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly.

"Listen man, you're crazy. But I love it. Let's do it. Let's piss people off." He clapped his hands together and scooted his chair back to the mixing board.

We both continued to record the most offensive music for the world to hear.