<h4>Chapter 130 - Yes, Monsignor</h4>


    <strong>Chapter 128</strong>


    Britney and I kept exchanging messages. In just a few months since we met, we''d be good friends.


    She''s funny and genuinely nice—a far cry from the chaotic image I had of her in my past life. Maybe it''s because she hasn''t yet run into the tabloid storms (I''m still not sure how true those stories about heavy drug use were, but if she ever starts heading down that path, I''ll do my best to stop it).


    She''s just a little needy, that''s all.


    After ss ended, I announced to the whole group that there would be a Halloween party at my house in Santa Monica.


    Then Cara came over to talk with Pippa. But before that, she turned to me with a smile.


    "Hey Jake, we sure will go to your party!" she eximed, cing an arm around Pippa.


    Pippa agreed with a small nod.


    I smiled back and replied, "Great, you are all wee!"


    Cara turned to Pippa, visibly excited.


    "I can''t wait to get home and listen to Marshmello''s new songs! ording to what my sister texted me, it''s five tracks. Their names are: <i>Something Just Like This</i> (Chainsmokers), <i>Don''t Let Me Down</i> (Chainsmokers), <i>A Sky Full of Stars</i> (Coldy), <i>I''m Good</i> (David Guetta), and <i>Time of Our Lives</i> (Pitbull)."


    I smirked and said, "The first one is by far the best."


    "You already heard it?" Cara asked, a little astonished—considering the songs had only dropped two sses ago.


    Pippa turned to me and red. "Jake does everything during ss... except pay attention to it."


    I gasped, "How could you say that, Pip?"


    ---


    After school, I headed back to the Malibu house.


    As I stepped through the front door, I heard Charlie call out from the living room, "Hey, Jake. Do you remember Lisa?"


    I turned and saw a beautiful blonde girl standing beside him.


    "Yes,st Thanksgiving. Lisa Geller. Or whatever surname you have now..." I said, trailing off as I remembered she was supposed to be getting married.


    "Good to see you again, Jake," Lisa replied with a smile.


    "And her surname will be back to Geller," Uncle Charlie added with a smirk.


    I raised an eyebrow and gave a charming grin. "Soo, what happened?"


    Lisa red at Charlie. "What are you teaching this boy?"


    Apparently, I asked the same question and in the exact same tone as my uncle...


    "Nothing. He didn''t learn that from me..." Charlie said, hands up in mock innocence.


    Still, Lisa answered, "I thought he was the sweetest guy in the world... but after we got married, he changed. He started drinking a lot and lying around the house all day. And then I caught him in the shower with some bimbo."


    "Some guys, huh?" I muttered, sneaking a look at Uncle Charlie.


    "Yeah. If I wanted that kind of life, I could have stayed with your uncle," Lisa finished.


    I murmured, "And yet you''re here..."


    Then added, "With my uncle, it would be much better. He''s still a funny guy. And you wouldn''t catch him in the shower with some bimbo—"


    Lisa looked at me suspiciously, not believing thest part.


    I exined, "—we have security now, so I''d warn him before you could catch him in the act."


    Lisa red at me, while Charlie gave a neutral, "Thank you," not quite sure what to think about thest part.


    Then we heard the sound of a baby crying. I looked around and spotted a baby in a carrier seat by the couch.


    "This is?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.


    "That''s my angel," Lisa replied sweetly.


    I leaned slightly toward Charlie and murmured, "That''s not yours, right?"


    "No!" both Lisa and Charlie answered at the same time.


    Then Charlie turned to her. "No?"


    "NO!" Lisa repeated, louder.


    "Hey, I''m not judging," I added quickly, raising my hands. "And from what you told me, your ex-husband can''t either..."


    We chatted a bit more, then Lisa and Uncle Charlie headed out to her ce.


    I made my way to the other room and flopped down on the couch to watch some TV.


    On the screen, the presenter was speaking energetically. "Marshmello released another five songs, and they are already flooding our radio stations. Can he even be more popr?" he asked rhetorically.


    Then he turned to thementator.


    "Yes, John. He''s not giving anyone else a chance anymore. He keeps releasing song after song after song... How can other artists evenpete with that?"


    He continued, "And it feels like déjà vu—reminds me of the first time he dropped five songs all at once at the beginning.


    Last week, when I went out to a club, I basically heard only two songs that weren''t his: ''One More Time'' by Daft Punk and ''yed-A-Live (The Bongo Song)'' by Safri Duo. He''s basically monopolizing the genre.


    If in thest decade electronic music broke into the mainstream with artists like The Prodigy, Daft Punk, Fatboy Slim, and Chemical Brothers—today, one name alone seems to represent the entire revolution."


    The presenter jumped back in, "Now the term ''Electronic Dance Music''—EDM—has be widely popr. It''s even printed on Marshmello''s album cover."


    "Yes," thementator added, "It refers to a type of electronic music made specifically for dancing, often with a pop edge. Marshmello didn''t invent the term—it existed before him—but it''s undeniable: if someone wants to exin what EDM is nowadays, there''s no way to do it without mentioning his name."


    I turned off the TV and decided to head to the house in Santa Monica. Uncle Charlie had left with Lisa, and my dad wasn''t expected back untilte anyway.


    <i>------</i>


    <i>Support Link: https:///c/MHJunior [Up to 35+ advance Chapters]</i>


    <i>Please give a Review and Powerstone if you like the novel</i>