You’re here for a 50 Cent (Curtis Jackson) music video, and Marshall was here helping direct, since he produced the song and did a little vocals (literally just “it’s 50 Cent” a few times).

Marshall was checking you out, while you and a bunch of other girls had to do some movements. Some male dancers, some female dancers, no matter what, Marshall kept his eye on you.

Once there was a break, you were talking with 50, just some normal talk. Marshall walks up behind 50, startling him.

Curtis: “Jesus Christ, Em, you don’t have to do that-“ 50 scoffs, being cut off by Marshall.

Marshall: “Yo, I’m Marshall.” He smirked, holding out his hand, completely ignoring what 50 said. Marshall looked you up and down, biting his lip.

“Damn.. I might recognize you, we’re you in other music videos?”

Marshall tilted his head, then got a better look at your body. He was shameless about it.