Chapter 17Don't Wanna Try
Vanessa closed her eyes and quickly counted to ten before putting her hand in Marshall’s proffered one; a fully feminine smile graced her lips and brightened her eyes as the cameras flashed and the whispers began. Unlike the event they went to the previous night, the MTV awards were heavily covered by the media, and paid close attention to celebrity romance—especially between the biggest names of the moment.
She couldn’t deny that Eminem was famous. And that made her nervous.
Immediately sensing her hesitation, Marshall brought her close to him, and whispered, “Smile, baby, you’re beautiful. Everyone’s jealous of you and me.”
Smiling gratefully at him, the two made their way on the rolled-out red carpet, posing several times for better photography shots, and twenty minutes later, made it inside the building. Her ease in the public eye astounded him once again, and he berated himself for not asking about it earlier.
They were seated a few rows away from the main stage, but still a target spot for the camera that would pan the audience every couple of minutes.
“When are you performing?” she whispered.
“After intermission.”
“You already did soundcheck?”
“Yeah, I did it earlier—while you went out to buy that dress.”
She blushed. “You were paying. You thought I’d get anything less than the best?”
“Remind me how good you looked in it when I get the bill.”
“I don’t think you’ll forget anytime soon,” she teased. “What song are you doing?”
“The latest one.”
She looked at him blankly. “I’m sorry—”
“I forget, you don’t like my music.”
“It’s not that…”
“It’s okay, baby. I just need you to like me.”
“I do!”
“Good,” he laughed and brought her hand to his lips for a quick kiss.
“So, what song?”
“‘Lose Yourself’.”
She thought for a moment. “That’s the theme song to your movie, right?”
“Got it in one!”
“I saw it, you know.”
“Oh, did you like it?”
“It was interesting,” she murmured.
“That’s a cop-out for ‘It sucked’,” he assessed.
“I liked Rabbit. I hated Alex. She ruined it for me.”
“Jealous?”
“Hardly!”
“I’m just kiddin’. Yeah, some of the scenes with Alex didn’t turn out how I envisioned them originally.”
“Especially the sex scene.”
He suppressed his laugh.
“What?” she looked pointedly at him.
“Are you saying you could do better?”
“You know I can. If we had done that scene, we would have set the movie theatres on fire.”
“Well, if I ever do another sex scene, I’ll be sure to give you a call.”
She looked indignant. “Who says I want to share you with the rest of the world? Let alone, parade our sex life all over MTV, literally.”
“I don’t think they’d be allowed to show what we do, baby.”
Vanessa laughed. “True enough. I like the song.”
“The song? Oh, ‘Lose Yourself’?”
“Yes, that one.”
“Uh, thank you.”
“I’m sure you knew that.”
“It doesn’t hurt to hear it again.”
“Ass.”
“I like hearing it from you. You’re so hard to please.”
“I think you’re the one who’s hard.”
“Ouch,” he replied. “Got me there.”
“Quiet, Marshall, the awards are starting,” she admonished as the lights dimmed.
“Yes, ma’am,” Marshall replied and slid into his seat.
Author: zines@aol.com
These stories are for entertainment purposes only. They are completely fictitious, and the authors mean no harm to EMINEM, his family, friends, or anyone else that may have been depicted as a 'real life' character. No money was made on the fiction here, either directly or indirectly, i.e. paid advertising. In other words - it's just a bunch of shit we wrote for fun. Please don't take it seriously.