Chapter 131131. Judging by Music

It was late at night, and Emiam woke up from her big bed, with the ringing of her cell phone in her ears.

His head was still dizzy and his eyes were full of double images.

"OMG! My head hurts so much, it must be because of the alcohol and drugs."

He was so irritable after being woken up that he wanted to smash his phone, but when he saw it was his agent calling, he controlled his temper and answered the call.

"Paul, what's going on? Don't you know what the fucking time is?"

Hearing Eminem's angry voice, his manager Paul Rosenberg shouted angrily: "Are you drinking and taking drugs again? Didn't I tell you not to do this, Eminem?"

"Don't talk nonsense. If you have something to say, just tell me. I still need to sleep. I have a terrible headache now."

"Eminem, I'm talking about your future and your health. Drug abuse and alcoholism will not only destroy your brain, but also your body. You can't continue to sink into this state."

But how could a drug addict easily listen to others, especially Amyam? She wasn't called a scoundrel for nothing.

Emiam's voice was very impatient: "I have told you many times that it is none of your business! If it is nothing, I would hang up the phone!"

"Wait, don't hang up! You are in charge of your own body. What I want to talk about is the song. Our strategy was successful."

"What?" Emiam's dizzy head was completely unable to react.

"I said our strategy of hype was successful. Michael Jackson was so popular that insulting him was the right choice. Now your new song is climbing up the Billboard charts."

After punching herself on the head a few times, Amyam finally came to her senses.

"You called me in the middle of the night just to tell me this? Are you sick in the head? This was expected a long time ago, otherwise why would I specifically scold Jackson."

"No, this is just one point. What I want to tell you is that Jackson's supporters are starting to fight back. Many people are criticizing you, and reporters will definitely go to stalk you. All you have to do is keep your mouth shut. Let me answer everything. Do you understand?"

"Paul, do you think I'm a child? This isn't the first time I've used the tactic of scolding people. I know what to do. I'm already very familiar with it."

"Well, anyway, this time it's Michael Jackson. He is not on the same level as the people you scolded before. Remember, don't talk nonsense!"

Beep Beep Paul Rosenberg wanted to emphasize a few more words, but the call was hung up. He was so angry that he threw the phone on the bed.

"Damn you, if you weren't talented, if I hadn't successfully packaged you, do you think I would have tolerated this?"

On the bed, the woman who was hit by the phone opened her eyes: "Paul, what are you doing? Who are you scolding?"

After swallowing half a bottle of water in one gulp, Paul Rosenberg angrily said, "Who else could it be? Of course it's that son of a bitch, Emmi Ame! He's obviously over 30 years old, but his mind is still like a teenage street thug."

"Did he make you angry again?"

"This guy makes me angry every day! He is a big trouble, more trouble than those nigga rappers!"

"But he can make money for you."

"Yes, but that's all that's left."

The sun returned to the earth, and sufficient sleep finally allowed Emiam to temporarily get rid of the headache. He washed his face and walked out of the house.

As soon as I got into the car, many reporters who had been waiting here rushed out.

Everyone knows that Emiam is a troublemaker, and those who follow him often get news, so there are always a lot of people squatting around his house, but today there are especially many.

After opening the car door, Eminem simply stepped down from the driver's seat to accept the interview. He liked and enjoyed the feeling of being watched, which made him feel powerful and confident.

"Hey! Benny, Charlie, come closer, you can't hear me if you're too far away."

He smiled and asked the familiar reporter to come closer. As for his agent's instructions last night, he had long forgotten them. The combined effects of alcohol and drugs could easily make people dazed. Maybe he was just dreaming in his mind.

"Eminem, a lot of people are criticizing your new single. Are you deliberately insulting Michael Jackson?"

Emmiam snorted, "Of course not, I don't mean to insult anyone, this is just my song style, I've always been like this!"

"So what do you think of the criticism? Especially the criticism from Eric Cooper?"

"Eric Cooper, who is this guy? What did he say?" Amyam asked.

"Eric Cooper is a supporter of Jackson. He called you a mad dog who only bites people randomly and wants to use Jackson's fame to hype himself and increase song sales. He said you are just a poor kid who used his unfortunate childhood to gain sympathy."

The reporters told Eminem exactly what Eric said in the interview yesterday. To a little gangster like him, every word felt like real hurt.

Especially the criticism about his childhood made Eminem feel like his lungs were about to explode.

At this time, a reporter from Pravda took out a freshly printed newspaper and handed it over: "Amu, maybe you can read the report first, and then answer the questions."

Emiam didn't take the newspaper, but she glanced at it and saw the big headline.

"The longer I interact with people, the more I like dogs. Dogs are always dogs, but people are not people at times!"

Under the influence of alcohol and drugs, the anger that had been suppressed suddenly erupted, and Emiam began to curse.

Words starting with F kept popping out of his mouth, and his expression became ferocious and crazy.

When he saw a black reporter holding a camera, he rushed forward to snatch it.

"What are you recording! I'm telling you what are you recording! Stop the fucking recording! FXXX!"

The scene instantly became chaotic, but even so, some reporters continued to stir up trouble: "Eminem, Eric Cooper said you are a racist, are you really?"

“FXXX! Stop filming, get out of here, get out of my territory!”

At this time, a car approached quickly and agent Paul Rosenberg jumped out of the car hurriedly. However, no matter how hard he tried, the thing he least wanted to see happened.

He rushed into the crowd, pulled Amy Am out and shouted, "Amy Am is not accepting interviews right now. I will answer any questions you have."

Emi Am, however, waved her fists and continued to shout and curse, until her manager glared at her fiercely: "Go back, Am!"

Huh... Huh... After taking a few deep breaths, the little gangster's brain finally reconnected. Thinking about his previous behavior, he felt extremely annoyed and walked back home dejectedly.

Of course the paparazzi didn't dare to intrude into the private territory again, so they could only turn the microphone to Paul Rosenberg and ask the same question again.

Rosenberg's face was grim: "No, Eminem never meant any harm, he respected Michael Jackson very much."

"What hype? We are certainly not hype, nor do we need hype. Eminem's talent is obvious to all. He is the first rapper to win an Oscar."

"Eric Cooper's comments are ridiculous. We are dissatisfied and regretful about this. Obviously, this white elite does not understand hip-hop or what rap is."

"His remarks are outrageous and we reserve the right to take legal action."

"Okay, that's enough gentlemen. Eminem is a singer. It's impossible to defeat him through words and public opinion. If you want to prove that Eminem is wrong, then show us your music!"

After saying that, Paul Rosenberg ignored the reporter and started cursing after knocking on the door.

"Emu, are you fucking crazy? I warned you not to talk nonsense, but you always make me clean up your mess every time you say something wrong!"

Emiam lowered her head, which was rare: "Sorry Paul, what about those people outside?"

"I don't know what you said, and I don't know how they will report it, but you must stick to one thing, that is, music matters are determined by music."

"From now on, don't tell me about your unhappy childhood or say racist things, otherwise no one can save you, understand?"

"I get it. I won't lose to anyone in music, not even Michael Jackson. What's more, this pedophile is currently embroiled in lawsuits and has no energy to create anything. I'm sure to win!"

"That's good to know, Am, you have to stop drinking and taking drugs, otherwise you will be finished sooner or later! Think about your daughter, don't go on like this!"

Entertainment news has always been what the public likes to hear most. From Eminem releasing a new song the day before yesterday to Eric's direct criticism yesterday, both the Internet and reality were in an uproar.

Since MJ's lawsuit has not yet gone to court, there are still many people who believe that his child molestation case is true, and the number of believers and disbelievers is about half and half.

So the number of people who curse and support online is equally divided.

Those who support him say that Eminem is a real person who dares to curse and to do things that others dare not do.

Those who scolded him said that he was making groundless accusations and fabricating facts, and had no respect for his predecessors.

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After Eric's interview came out, those who cursed him simply used the word "mad dog" to refer to Eminem.

Words like miserable childhood, racial discrimination, immature brat, and uneducated hooligan were all attributed to him.

The main battlefield this time was not MGM's official website, but the official website and forum of Aftermath, the music label that Emmie signed with, with all kinds of swear words filling the screen.

After two days of fighting, the intensity of the verbal war between the two sides decreased, mainly because everyone was waiting for Emiam's reaction. Everyone knew that he was not the kind of person who would not fight back when being scolded.

Sure enough, just after lunch time ended, around 1 p.m., media outlets began to release interviews with Amy Aim.

Those who support Eminem originally hoped to see his fierce counterattack, but they found that their idol in the video was a complete violent lunatic.

The way he bared his teeth was just like what Eric Cooper said, he looked like a mad dog.

Especially when Eric's interview video was played for comparison, a strong contrast was formed. One had careful logic and could curse people elegantly, while the other could only bark like a madman.

In terms of looks, Eric is ten times better than Eminem.

In terms of status, Eric crushes Eminem.

In terms of financial resources, there is no comparison between the two.

In other words, if we compare talent, Eric’s work has not been released yet, so he is a little weak in this aspect.

As soon as this wave of comparisons came out, some teenagers who had originally supported Eminem began to quietly withdraw, and even many little girls secretly changed their sides and became supporters of Eric.

This is the case in the United States, or perhaps the whole world. People who are good-looking, rich, and tasteful have always attracted the attention and envy of young people.

Otherwise, why is Wang Shicong so popular? And why are so many people keen on showing off their wealth?

The point is that Eric is young enough, 10 years younger than Amy Am, and in the eyes of little girls, his charm is naturally better than that of a ruffian.

Some people quietly withdrew, some changed their appearance, and the rest were speechless.

How can they charge forward when the big brother is so lame?

It wasn't until Paul Rosenberg finally said that the winner should be determined by music that these haters regained their support.

No matter how others curse him, as long as musicians are judged by their music, if he can get Jackson to release a song, he can curse back.

But everyone knows that MJ has neither the time nor the energy to take care of new songs. The sales of last year's "Invincible" did not meet expectations, and now it is in a quagmire.

Eminem's supporters know this very well, and happily use it as a means of shouting, mocking MJ for being outdated and an old monster who should have lost his glory long ago.

Just when everyone thought MJ would not accept the challenge, he publicly accepted an interview with Fox TV.

"Michael, there has been constant discussion about you during this period of time. Some people scold you, while others support you. Do you want to say anything?" asked the host.

Maikou replied calmly: "I don't want to explain anymore. The law will clear my name. My trial will be held soon. Everyone is welcome to pay attention."

"So you think you are absolutely innocent?"

"Yes, I have never done anything against the law, never before and never will."

"Okay, everyone will remember your words today, let's wait and see."

"Then the next question is about Emmie Eminem's new song. There has been a lot of noise online these days. What do you think?"

Michael shook his head slightly. "It's just a trick played by a bored child. He wants to attract attention, just like a kid shouting, 'Give me candy.' The difference is that he's not cute."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The host suddenly laughed.

"So what about his challenge, the music showdown?"

"Very good, I accept!"

"What?"

"I said I accepted the challenge."

The host was a little surprised to hear this answer. This interview was conducted on a temporary basis and the guest was replaced without a script. MJ's answer was really beyond his expectations.

"Michael, do you have time to record a new song now?"

"Of course, I've actually already recorded it and it's going to be released soon."

"OMG! This is really big news. Can you reveal the content of the song?" the host asked hurriedly.

Michael nodded slightly: "This song describes my state of mind, and contains some painful struggles. The lyrics come from my good friend."

"Who is it?"

"Eric Cooper!"

Host: “Ah? (Confused face)”

I am half recovered, and now I just feel sore all over. Everyone should take care of their health and rest early.

(End of this chapter)