SuperStar!

The sound of laughter echoed from her father's room, a familiar noise that Hailie Scott had learned to associate with moments of pure joy and creative energy. But this time, the laughter was especially loud, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of music—beats reverberating through the walls. The song that had been playing for hours had her tapping her foot without realizing it. It was one of those moments where, even as an adult, Hailie still felt like a little girl again, lost in the world of her father and his music. But today was different.

She couldn't tell who had said it, but she could hear the unmistakable excitement in the voice that rang out, "Ooooo, that's insane!" The words almost made her chuckle, but instead, she furrowed her brows in mild frustration. She couldn't help but wonder which one of them—her dad, his best friend, who was basically her uncle, 50 Cent, or her favorite artist of the moment, Ethan Jones—had made the comment. They'd been in that room for hours, laughing, playing songs, and making noises like teenagers. Hailie had long since given up trying to follow their chaotic energy. She left them to do their thing, knowing that when it came to music, the three of them were a force to be reckoned with.

The thing was, she knew how it went. Her dad, the legendary rapper Eminem, had a way of getting lost in his music. It was something she had learned to accept as part of the territory. As a child, she would sit quietly in the other room, hearing the rhythm of the beats and her father's voice as he worked tirelessly on his latest project. Sometimes, she would be forgotten in the whirlwind of his creativity. She remembered many times when he'd be too absorbed in the "zone," as he called it, and forget to pick her up from school or her recitals.

Back then, it had bothered her. She hadn't understood why music seemed to always come first. But now, as a young adult, she found herself seeing it differently. Hailie had grown to appreciate what her father had done, not just for his career, but for their family. She now understood that his passion was what had given her the life she had—a life most people could only dream of. And as frustrating as it had been at times, it was also a life full of opportunities. She smiled at the thought, though it was bittersweet

But then, as if on cue, another burst of laughter came from the room, followed by the sound of more music blaring. Her smile faded into a frown as the realization hit her—'we're going to be late'. She quickly wiped the smile off her face, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. This wasn't just any day. Hailie knocked fiercely on the door, her impatience unmistakable. Her knock interrupted the three musicians inside, breaking the almost childlike bromance that had been playing out for hours.

Inside the room few minutes before she knocked, the scene was just as chaotic as ever. The beat from Max Martin, one of the most renowned music producers in the world, played on repeat, creating a pulse that echoed through the room. But it wasn't just the beat that made the atmosphere electric—it was the personalities filling the space

Sitting casually on the bed, close to a makeshift recording booth, was none other than Eminem. The Missouri-born but Detroit made rapper, whose music had defined an entire era, was grinning ear to ear as he fiddled with a device, his focus unwavering as he made tweaks to the track. For all his gruffness, he was just as much a fan of music as he was its creator. In the presence of the two men beside him, he was like a kid in a candy store.

Standing beside him, with a look that could be described as a mix of admiration and amusement, was his best friend, 50 Cent. The gangster rapper from Queens, New York, had a long history with Em—one that had seen both of them rise from humble beginnings to global stardom. At one point, 50 Cent had entered the room in a huff, annoyed at something that had happened earlier in the day, but now here he was, grinning from ear to ear. Music, it seemed, was his therapy, just as much as it was for his longtime friend

And standing next to them, almost like the odd man out, was Ethan Jones—Hailie's current favorite artist the one who had caused 50 cents anger earlier. Unlike the other two, who had cemented their places as veterans of the industry, Ethan had made a name for himself in recent years, quickly rising to stardom with his pop and R&B hits. His style was a far cry from the hardcore rap of 50 Cent or Eminem, but what he lacked in experience, he made up for with raw talent and an infectious enthusiasm. Ethan was in his element as he stepped away from the recording devise, his face lighting up as he gestured excitedly toward the others. "That was insane! That's a mad track!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement.

Despite their differences—age, genre, and even backgrounds—the three of them shared a bond that only those in the music industry could understand. After all, this was the life they had built or trying to build for themselves—the crazy, loud, and unpredictable world of music that, in a strange way, always felt like home

Hearing what Ethan said, Eminem let out a laugh, his excitement still visible. "Yeah, and when did you learn how to rap?" he teased, the playful tone in his voice not hiding his admiration for Ethan's attempt. But before Ethan could respond, 50 Cent—still a little sour from whatever had happened earlier—interjected with his signature sarcasm. "Since when was that called rapping?" he quipped, causing Ethan's face to redden just slightly from the burn.

Eminem, always quick to defend, shot 50 a look before stepping in. "Come on, 50, he tried. You've got to admit, for a pop guy to even rap a little—yeah, even if it's more like singing—it's gotta be given props," he said, sticking up for Ethan in a way that made the younger artist smile with gratitude.

50, hearing the defense, held up his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. I'll admit the kid tried," he said with a grin, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. "And the track's hard, I might add," he continued, leaning back with that familiar swagger. "Well, considering it was a track I was personally on, it was bound to be," he added, not bothering with any pretense of modesty.

Ethan couldn't help but chuckle at 50's lack of humility. But the truth was, he knew the song was a hit. He might've tweaked his part a little, but it was clear to him that Eminem and 50 had laid down their verses with perfection. Watching them do it so effortlessly in the studio had been surreal. Ethan knew they were rap geniuses and freestyle masters, but seeing it firsthand had been a mind-blowing experience. He'd never quite imagined how they could just form something so fire on the spot. It was the type of moment he would never forget, and he was lucky to witness it.

Feeling the rush of the music still pumping through his veins, Ethan opened his mouth, eager to share his excitement. "I can't wait to upload it," he said, grinning wide. "This is gonna be insane! The whole world's gonna be blown away."

But neither 50 Cent nor Eminem was thinking that way.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, kid—hold up. What do you mean, release it?" 50's voice cut through the excitement, his expression turning serious. Ethan blinked, confused, as he looked between the two. "Ehn?" he asked, not fully understanding why they were stopping him.

Eminem let out a laugh, but it was different this time. There was a touch of disbelief and yet, it came with a hint of genuine amusement. "Oooh, that's insane, dude," he said, his grin widening as he continued, "Do you really want to release this? It's basically a freestyle. We just spent a few hours on it, and it's still sloppy. We can't release that."

Ethan was taken aback for a moment, his excitement deflating slightly. He hadn't thought about it that way. They had just created the track, and in his mind, it was a masterpiece. There was no way he could let it sit on the shelf to gather dust. He wasn't about to back down so easily.

As he was about to speak, a sharp knock on the door interrupted him, making all three men turn their heads toward the entrance. Eminem's voice rang out, "Enter."

The door swung open, revealing Hailie Scott standing in the doorway, exuding effortless elegance in an expensive designer gown. The dress was a breathtaking shade of deep midnight blue, shimmering under the hotel lights as though woven with stardust. It hugged her figure perfectly, the bodice structured with delicate embroidery and subtle beadwork that caught the light with every slight movement. The gown's high slit revealed a hint of her toned legs, while the flowing fabric cascaded to the floor like liquid silk, pooling gracefully around her designer heels. Her perfectly styled hair and understated but refined jewelry completed the look, making her presence commanding yet graceful.

The three men, momentarily stunned by her sudden entrance, barely had time to react before she spoke with urgency. "Dad, we're late. We need to start going," she said, her tone firm.

Eminem's eyes widened as realization hit him like a freight train. "Shit, I totally forgot," he muttered, scrambling to get up.

50 Cent, who had been standing nearby, grabbed his phone and checked the time. "Dude, same here. Totally forgot."

"Fuck, man, it's already 1 o'clock?!" Eminem groaned, scrolling through his phone. "Dre's been blowing up my phone."

"Me too," 50 added. "We gotta move fast. Let me call the driver."

They had been so engrossed in the music that everything else had completely slipped their minds.

Before 50 could dial, Hailie cut in. "I already called the driver. He's downstairs."

Eminem looked at her appreciatively. "Thanks, honey. But we need another ride—call for one more car to take Ethan to the airport." He turned to Ethan. "Ethan, my man, thanks for coming. I'll call my pilot to fly you wherever you need to go. I really appreciate you dropping by, but we've got somewhere to be right now. I'll hit you up after."

Ethan blinked, slightly taken aback by how quickly everything had turned chaotic. But he quickly recovered and nodded. "No problem, man. It was an honor to be in the studio with you."

As they spoke, 50 Cent, who had been about to make his call, suddenly paused and frowned. "Wait—why isn't he coming with us?"

Eminem glanced at Ethan before answering. "He's got a tour right now. He's got a show in…" He trailed off, trying to remember the date.

"Oklahoma. Two days from now," Ethan supplied.

50 scoffed. "That's still days away. He could come with us and fly back after we're done." He turned to Ethan. "What do you say, kid? You wanna tag along?"

Before anyone else could speak, Ethan grinned. "Sure, I'd love to." Then, realizing how eager he sounded, he quickly added, "That is… if I'm not imposing."

Eminem waved off his concern. "Nah, you're good, man. But if you're coming, we gotta go now. We're already late."

Ethan nodded, unable to hide his excitement. Of course, he wanted to keep hanging out with them—who wouldn't? But more than that, he wasn't about to let go of the song they had just made. He was determined to get their permission to release it before they parted ways.

As they hurried out of the hotel room, Ethan suddenly stopped in his tracks, realization dawning on him. "Shit—I haven't had a shower yet." He muttered to himself, remembering how he had originally planned to bathe before getting caught up in the whole situation with 50 taking over the bathroom.

Eminem, already halfway down the hall, turned back and rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, kid. You look fine. We're already late. Just spray something on yourself and keep it moving."

Before Ethan could respond, Eminem looked at Hailie. "Hailie, give him your spray."

Ethan barely had time to react before she stepped forward and handed him a sleek, expensive-looking bottle of perfume. He didn't even bother checking what it was—whether it was men's or women's didn't matter at this point. He quickly sprayed himself and handed it back. "Thanks."

Hailie took it back, slipping it into her purse. "No problem."

As they resumed walking, Ethan suddenly realized something. "Wait… where are we going?"

Hailie glanced at him like it was obvious. "The Big Game. Dad and Uncle Curtis are performing today."

That didn't exactly clear up much for Ethan, but he just nodded along. Whatever it was, it was clearly a big deal, and he wasn't about to miss out.

With that, the group stepped out of the hotel doors, straight into the waiting black SUVs parked at the front.