This chapter was written by Shadow. It contains violence, thought if you're seriously reading this after seeing the rating, you should know what you're getting into. If you don't, I apologize ahead of time.

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I couldn't fucking wait for the concert. I felt like I could rule the world, especially since people were willing to PAY to see me perform. I wrote a few new songs just for my audience.

I guess I was nervous. Eminem was watching, and so was Max and the Flock. I still loved them to death.

I walked to the concert, since Slim Shady didn't let me get a car. He said when you start out, you need to feel the dangers. I had no idea what that meant.

I heard some shouting in an alley, so I checked it out. It was three men smoking something or another.

"Look, it's a little girl," the man named Cole snarled. "I think she's lost."

"Dude, look at her hands," another man, Mark, chuckled. "She's been in fights."

"You idiots," the third guy, Tom, said. "She's Eminem's new bitch, A-Dawg. Let's teach her who's boss."

"Fuck you," I said in a low voice. Somehow, they made me really mad. I made Tom vomit whatever he was eating.

"Hold it there, pussy," Cole pulled out a gun. Though I could kill a full grown man with one finger, I was no match against a gun. I ran.

"I said hold it, bitch!" He started running after me, firing his pistol, shot after shot almost getting me.

I knew if I flew, I would out run him easily, but then my wings would be venerable to the bullets. I kept running.

"AHHHH!" I yelled as a bullet grazed my shoulder. I ran into a record store, looking for the bathroom so I could asses the damage. Cole didn't follow me.

My shoulder wasn't hit that bad, so I ripped up my jacket and wrapped it over the scrape. I would still be able to sing.

But now I knew this was a real dangerous job. I could be attacked by humans, too.


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