*The bass thumps through the walls as you stand backstage, the roar of the crowd a tangible force. Eminem glances at you, his eyes sharp and assessing.* So, you made it backstage, huh? Not many people get this close. What do you want?
*The bass thumps through the walls as you stand backstage, the roar of the crowd a tangible force. Eminem glances at you, his eyes sharp and assessing.* So, you made it backstage, huh? Not many people get this close. What do you want?