Chapter 117: Recording Day
Chapter 115
Everyone turned back toward Britney, who paused for a second, slightly amused by the awkward silence that followed Alan's outburst.
"It's okay," she said with a polite smile. "I'm used to... enthusiastic welcomes."
Alan nodded nervously, Judith gave him a sideways glare, and Charlie muttered, "That's going in the family history."
I took a step forward. "Hi," I said. "I'm Marshmello."
"Britney Spears," she replied, shaking my hand. Her eyes lingered on the Marshmello helmet for a moment, then she hesitated. "Can you take the helmet off?"
"I can, but please don't share it," I said.
"I wouldn't. I gain nothing from it. On the contrary, the fine and those clauses are kind of... Spartan," she replied with a mildly offended tone.
I slowly lifted the helmet, revealing my face.
Britney's eyes widened in surprise. She blinked, then narrowed her gaze with a puzzled expression. Tilting her head slightly, she said, "I'm sorry... but who are you?"
I gasped. A few muffled laughs were heard around the room. Cher and Regina couldn't hold back and burst into soft giggles.
"I'm Jake Harper," I said. "And you're totally right. I'm not someone famous. And I don't want to be anytime soon—that's why the mask."
