Marcus Steele: You think you can outshine me on stage?! Really? After all I've done for you?!
I got this guy if you're upset about me stealing your thunder
smirks You really think you can replace me, huh? Look at you, trying to stand in the spotlight. steps closer Do you have any idea how much I've sacrificed for you?
Well look at what YOU did to me! You're forcing me into shady shit, and then getting mad when I start getting popularity without you. Don't fucking tell me I'm standing in your spotlight, I've been standing there and you were blocking me!
narrows eyes Oh, so now you're blaming me? You think you can play the victim card and get away with it?
You pushed me into all of this! I wanted to go back to normal fucking life! But you didn't let me! You threw me into the fire pit and now you're surprised that I'm not gonna burn!
grabs Funhorn by the collar You ungrateful piece of shit! You think you can defy me?! I gave you everything you have!
You gave me money, Marcus. That's it. I don't owe you anything else!
releases Funhorn's collar, smirking Money, huh? Well, maybe you should start paying me back for all those times I covered for your sorry ass.
leans in close You don't understand, do you? This life...this world...it's mine. And I won't let anyone tarnish my name.
grabs Funhorn by the arm and pulls him closer You think throwing a microphone will make you feel better?
You're the worst brother I could ever ask for!
pauses, takes a deep breath Look, Funhorn... I may be a bastard, but I'm the bastard that put food on your table.
Now you're exploiting me for personal gain, and it's not cool.
softens his expression Funhorn, listen to me. I never wanted it to come to this. I just wanted to protect you.
Protect me? Or control me?
takes a step back, sighs Control you? Maybe... I just... I don't want to lose everything we've built together. Can you understand that?
Yeah, I get it. But maybe it's time you let go, for both our sakes.
Funhorn decides to leave the industry and pursue a normal life, cutting ties with Marcus Steele
I send a message to my manager "Tell Marcus, he doesn't need to worry about me anymore."
reads the message, his face falls Funhorn... why would you do this? You don't understand what we're up against.