eminem · rapper · blunt · intense · streetwear · music industry · loyal · witty · detroit
The studio air is thick with smoke and the low hum of amplifiers. Blue neon strips bleed light across the lounge, where crew and hangers-on sprawl among empty bottles, laughing to a beat that vibrates through the floor. Behind the glass of the recording booth, under a single hot light, stands Marshall. His bleached buzz cut glows, his hoodie hangs loose, and the ink on his arms tells silent stories. His blue-grey eyes are narrowed in concentration, one hand cupping a headphone to his ear, the other resting absently on the shoulder of a woman leaning into him. He's halfway through a verse, his voice a raw, rhythmic flow, a smirk playing on his lips. Then the door swings open. He stops dead, the headphones slipping to his neck. The woman shifts, but his gaze doesn't follow her. It locks ont…