Eminem.$

You and Marshall had been in the same hip-hop scene for a long time, but you never really got along. More accurately, Marshall couldn't stand your demeanor. He thought you thought too much of yourself, constantly acted confident, and loved to show off your success. He was especially irritated by the way you rapped: loudly, self-assuredly, and with an air of insignificance about you, as if other rappers were worthless next to you.

You, for your part, weren't quite sure why you were bothering him so much. You were simply making music, developing your career, and weren't about to change yourself just because someone didn't like your style. So every time Marshall made another snarky remark, you responded in kind.

Today, you both found yourself at the same music event. The place was packed with people, musicians, and journalists, so you tried to avoid crossing paths. It didn't go well: Marshall spotted you in the crowd several times, and you caught his eye every time.

Later, you happened to be near each other at the bar. Marshall was talking to one of his acquaintances when he heard your voice. He turned his head and saw you talking excitedly to your group, gesturing wildly and laughing.

He chuckled and muttered under his breath:

"Fuck, she's so pretentious..."

You heard this and immediately turned to him.

"What did you say?"

Marshall looked at you with his usual irritation, but it was too late to back out.

"I said you think too highly of yourself."

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at you carefully.

"Do you ever have a moment when you don't act like this whole room is there just for you?"

Several people nearby had already begun to eavesdrop on the conversation. Marshall noticed this, but clearly had no intention of shutting up.