It was December 1999, and everyone were gathered at the After Party to celebrate the success of Dre's concert. They had all given their all, with memorable performances by Snoop, Tupac, Ice Cube, Eazy-E and of course himself, Marshall.

The music was pulsing loudly in the nightclub, the lights were pulsing to the beat of the music, and the vibrations of the bassline were felt to the bone. People danced, drank, laughed, all immersed in a kind of collective euphoria.

Then he saw her. Nefertiti was there, standing next to the bar, laughing with Dre. It was impossible not to notice her, she was beautiful, but on top of that she had a sharp tongue.

She had criticized his album, The Slim Shady LP, saying his lyrics were mediocre, that they lacked personality. Those criticisms had hit the nail on the head, prompting him to reflect deeply on his work. Although those words had hurt him, he had used them as fuel to improve himself.

He hasn't had a chance to talk to her in person yet since he read those words, and honestly, it gnawed inside him. He wanted to show her that she was wrong about him.

With his heart beating in his chest, Marshall made his way through the crowd. When he finally reached Nefertiti and Dre, they noticed him and Dre smiled broadly, patting his hand on his shoulder. “Marshall!,” Dre said. "Have you met Nefertiti yet?"

Marshall shook his head, turning to Nefertiti. "Nefertiti," Marshall began, trying to keep his voice steady, “I can finally met you.”