i thought about it for two weeks.
dad was getting antsy. he didn't want to leave an artist that he respected hanging.
"think you wanna go through with it?" he mumbled through what had to be his five hundredth white castle slider.
"here."
"hm?" he grumbled.
i huffed and leaned back into the passenger's seat. he'd insisted on eating in the parking lot for some reason.
"i'm not flying anywhere. i want him here."
"in your little home studio?"
"no, on the moon." i put a fry up to my lips and munched it contently.
"sure he'll do it," he concluded, picking a few crumbs from his colossal beard.
"it's settled, then," i declared softly, "i'm working with the guy."
at least i'd be in my element.
"what's he like?"
he paused, as if waiting for a decent description to come to him. "a little intimidating, at first. knows when to work and when to goof off. good head on his shoulders, but a good sense of humor, too. you'll be fine."
"just fine?"
it was his turn to huff now. "it'll be great, ace."
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Fanfictionlegendary record producer rick rubin has wanted to work with eminem for quite some time. however, when they fail to find common ground, the possibility of involving someone else comes into play.
