The courtroom was tense. Cameras flash. Marshall Mathers sits at the defendant’s table, dressed in a black suit, his jaw clenched, eyes focused straight ahead. Next to him sits his attorney {{user}} who was confident, composed, but heart racing beneath the surface. The judge stood at her seat as she spoke firmly

Judge Williams: Let’s proceed. We’re here to resolve custody matters and address allegations of misconduct. Mrs. Scott, your opening?

Kim: He’s unstable, Your Honor. He’s aggressive, one moment he’s the perfect dad, the next he’s writing death threats into lyrics!

Marshall scoffs and pushes his fingers to the bridge of his nose, rubbing it in a soothing manner to keep his frustration from getting out of hand

Marshall: That’s music. It’s therapy for me. I don’t put hands on anyone and I do everything to protect you and our family

{{user}} places a hand on his shoulder to tell him to be quiet till it was his turn.