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Chapter 122: Karaoke
🕑 Added 2025-06-04 13:54:03 +0000 UTCScarlett and I found a more secluded spot to continue our interaction.
The next day, we went out to explore Tokyo. We walked through the busy streets, pausing at little shops and food stalls, laughing at random things and pointing out quirky ads. Since neither of us is famous, we didn’t have to worry about paparazzi.
As we exited one store, she suddenly stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Wait... are those guys following us?"
I turned slightly and spotted two of my bodyguards keeping a discreet distance. "Yeah," I admitted casually. "They're with me."
Scarlett blinked. "You have security? Seriously?"
I shrugged. "Just a precaution."
She shook her head with a playful smile and added, "You are becoming like a puzzle."
After a while, I suggested we go to a karaoke place. Scarlett agreed, and we headed to one of those private karaoke rooms that are pretty common in Tokyo.
When we walked into the room, Scarlett looked around and then glanced at me, a little suspicious.
To be honest, I was a bit surprised too. It gave a different vibe, to say the least. I looked at her and said honestly, "My idea was to sing... and maybe a few kisses."
I took a breath and added, seriously this time, looking her in the eyes, "But if you're even a little bit uncomfortable, we can go somewhere else or end our little dating here."
I kept my gaze steady. "I know, and you might know too, how shit Hollywood can be. I will NEVER be that kind of person."
She laughed, defusing the awkward tension a bit. Then, still smiling, she reached for the door and gently closed it. The bodyguards stayed outside.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I know you don't have bad intentions," she said smirking.
"Hey, somehow I feel insulted," I said, feigning indignance. "But how could you possibly know? We barely know each other for a day..."
"Woman intuition," Scarlett said.
"Now you are BS me," I replied.
"But you should always be cautious," I added.
Because I am, I thought. There’s a little camera and a recorder here. Only Pepper has access (I talked to her before). Scarlett seems like a nice person, but you never know where a bad idea might come from (I saw some wrongful accusation in this and in my past life)
"Okay, you bad wolf. I’ll sit two spaces away from you," she said, laughing.
"What are we gonna sing?" I asked, then smiled. "Ladies first."
Scarlett grabbed the remote and the microphone. She scrolled through the TV menu, then looked at me with a grin. "I will sing this," she said, showing "Burn" by Marshmello featuring Ellie Goulding.
She started singing, ♪Cause we got the fire, and we're burning one hell of a something...♪
She is surprisingly good. I had heard her humming and singing to herself yesterday, but seeing her perform like this—she’s good.
When she finished, I clapped. "Now it's your turn," Scarlett said, handing me the microphone.
"Which Marshmello song do you want me to sing?" I asked.
"Friendzone," she said, smiling.
I gasped but queued up the song. On the screen, the video started playing—with Regina featured in the opening shot—and the lyrics appeared in big subtitles. I hit play and started singing, turning toward Scarlett as I did (I didn’t need the subtitles help).
When I finished, Scarlett clapped and said, "You really are a good singer." Then she added with a laugh, "And a Marshmello fan. You just danced exactly like him."
I turned back to the monitor, which was already blank, and then looked at her. "Totally! I sang with him, he’s a nice guy!"
Scarlett didn’t seem suspicious at all and asked, "By any chance, did you actually find out his real identity?"
"Unfortunately not," I said, unfazed. "He used a voice modifier to talk. And even if I knew, I signed way too many NDA clauses." I lied without shame.
"Too bad," she said.
I sat down next to Scarlett and kissed her. We stayed like that for a while.
After a moment, I said, "After singing that song, obviously I had to kiss you."
She smiled and said, "The term got really popular, didn't it? Friendzone. Isn't it amazing? How a singer could create a term like that."
"Yea," I agreed.
I don't know if I'm proud of that idea.
Scarlett sang "Outside" this time, then gave me the mic again.
"How about I sing one of my originals?" I asked.
"Do it!" she said, excited.
I got up and walked out for a second, returning with a backpack I had left with one of the bodyguards. I pulled out a DVD, placed it in the karaoke machine, and said, "I already recorded the instrumental part."
I pressed play, and the music started. Then I began to sing:
What Do You Mean? (Justin Bieber)
♪What do you mean? Oh, oh
When you nod your head yes, but you wanna say no
What do you mean? Hey, yeah
When you don't want me to move, but you tell me to go
What do you mean?♪
♪Oh, what do you mean?
Said you're running outta time, what do you mean?
Oh, oh, oh, what do you mean?
Better make up your mind, what do you mean?♪
Scarlett clapped when I finished singing.
Biba guy, don’t worry, I’ll let you keep the Baby song.
She said smiling, "You could put me in the video when you release that song."
Remembering how the video for What Do You Mean? looked, I turned to her and said, "You bet!"
We sang a few more songs and then went back to making out. We both knew this was just a summer fling, with no feelings attached (she is living who knows where because of her movie work). So we simply enjoyed the moment.
