Laura tapped through the messages on my phone, her mouth slightly open.
"She's... funny," she said, raising an eyebrow. "And actually, really sweet."
I nodded. "Yeah, I was surprised too. She's more down-to-earth than I thought."
"But what do you think?" I asked.
Laura gave me a playful look. "What exactly do you want my opinion on? Whether she's flirting with you?" she joked.
"No! That would be a little creepy. I told her that I'm thirteen, and I'll be fourteen tomorrow (Britney is 19 years old). Besides, I didn't feel any flirting going on," I said quickly. "And I wouldn't ask you something like that anyway..." I added.
"I know, I'm just kidding," Laura said, smiling. "Honestly, you don't even look thirteen. You could easily pass for sixteen or seventeen. The way you text is definitely not how a thirteen-year-old would write. Whether it's the content or the way you express yourself."
"By the way, everyone doesn't know you're thirteen, right?" Laura asked.
"Yeah," I said with a mischievous smile. "They're going to be surprised." I laughed.
"And about Britney?" I questioned again.
Laura gave her opinion thoughtfully. "She seems a little lonely. I'd say that in the music world, you tend to have fewer connections with your peers compared to the acting side of things."
"She's been famous since she was young," I added.
"I think she wants a friend," Laura continued. "That day, you didn't ogle her or treat her differently. And in your messages, you talk to her normally too—not eager to impress or flatter her."
"That was our idea," I said. "Having a friendship with another star. But now that I think about it, it seems a little troublesome."
Laura laughed. "You must be one of the few people who'd think being friends with Britney is troublesome. You lazy bum," she said, nudging me playfully.
Then we kissed
---
The next morning, my birthday finally arrived.
Today, I was officially fourteen.
Cher, Regina, Freddie, Sam, Carly, and Laura arrived at eight in the morning. Cher and Regina wore stylish sunglasses. Freddie, Sam, and Carly followed close behind, chatting excitedly as they walked up the steps.
"Birthday boy in the house!" Sam announced loudly, throwing her hands up.
"Happy birthday, Jake," Carly said, handing me a small wrapped box.
The others chimed in with birthday wishes. Laura leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips
"You guys didn't have to come this early…"
"No, we need to make sure everything is fine," Regina replied, receiving a nod from Cher.
"We came to help too," Laura, Carly, and Freddie said almost in unison.
"I came for the breakfast," Sam smirked.
I laughed at Sam's honesty and waved them all inside. I had already spoken to the maid about them coming early, so a full breakfast banquet was nearly ready in the dining room, the smell of fresh pastries and warm waffles already filling the air.
That's when Alan and Judith appeared, both smiling warmly as they walked in.
"Happy birthday, son," Alan said, giving me a hug,
Judith stepped forward with a warm smile and wrapped me in a gentle hug too.
Then she went to the kitchen and returned with a small birthday cake.
"I thought we could sing happy birthday now too," Judith said kindly. "Since you're with your closest friends, it could be something more private and special." Alan stood nearby with the video camera already recording, capturing everything with a proud smile on his face.
Everyone stood up to sing happy birthday—even Sam set down her pastry to join in. But just as Judith started placing the candles on the cake, Regina narrowed her eyes.
"Wait, why are you putting a 14-year-old candle?" she asked, confused.
"I'm turning fourteen," I said without blinking.
"You're fourteen????" Carly, Sam, Freddie, Regina, and Cher all screamed at once.
"How come you're fourteen?" Sam blurted out, eyes wide in disbelief.
I turned to Sam and said, "Well, when you're born in 1987 and have a birthday in 2001, you turn fourteen."
"You want a beating, birthday boy?" Sam said, mocking me
"Wait, what? You're fourteen? I thought you turned sixteen!" Cher said, shocked. "You know what that means?" she asked.
I leaned closer to Cher and Regina, lowering my voice just enough. "That means you two were cougars?"
Both of them gasped indignantly.
"We bought you a car, you prat," Regina shot back.
"You bought my son a car?" Alan said, surprised, still holding up the video camera and filming everything.
"Don't worry, I have a driver, remember?" I said.
"But it's a sports car," Cher added. "There are only two seats. That would be lame."
"Ohhh," I said, stepping forward to hug them both.
As I leaned in, I whispered, "That really makes you two seem like cougars."
They both jabbed me in the ribs at the same time.
"Come on, don't be mad at me," I said, putting on my best puppy eyes.
Cher and Regina exchanged a look.
"Just because you introduced us to J.Lo," Regina began.
"And Christina Aguilera," Cher added.
"And Britney," Regina finished.
They both squealed.
"We forgive you, our baby friend," Regina said, pinching one of my cheeks.
"Yes, our little beansprout," Cher said, pinching the other.
"Get out, you b*tches," I said, laughing as they continued teasing me.
"How come you're in 9th grade?" Carly asked, still piecing things together.
"I jumped two years," I said casually.
"He could've gone to college if he wanted," Alan added proudly, still behind the camera, clearly bragging.
"What??" everyone yelled in unison.
"Wow, I knew you were smart..." Carly said, still blinking in disbelief. "But seriously—wow."
Judith clapped her hands with a gentle smile. "I think it's time we sing happy birthday."
Everyone gathered closer, forming a loose circle around the small cake as Judith carefully lit the candles. Cher and Regina stood on either side of me, still mock-glaring, while Laura held onto my arm with a soft smile.
The group began singing "Happy Birthday," slightly off-key but full of warmness.
---
After the singing and breakfast, Cher and Regina exchanged a look.
Regina was the first to speak. "We've already set up thirty-five portable toilets. Even though the venue has spacious bathrooms, we thought it'd be better to add more."
She glanced at Cher, who nodded in agreement.
"Twenty security guards were also hired," Regina continued, "and they'll be positioned throughout the house, especially in the party hall."
She went on, "There will be four people, in addition to your maids, making sure everything stays clean, thirty-five waiters, and one DJ for the entire party."
Cher continued, "We also set up food carts, a mocktail island with alcohol-free drinks made with fruits and decorations, a game area with an air hockey table, foosball, and arcade machines."
And both of them said together, "And many Photos Booths!"
I smiled and said, "I love you, my little bees."
---
By 2 p.m., everything was ready and set up to welcome the guests. I looked around at everything with a smile on my face.
I spotted Sam already at the cotton candy station, grabbing a big one for herself. I turned to Carly and asked, "How can she eat so much? And where does all that food even go?"
"I don't know either," Carly said, amused.
Even though the party was supposed to start at 3 p.m., some guests had already begun to arrive.
Terrance, Parker, and the rest of the football team showed up early and came over to congratulate me with wide smiles and loud cheers.
By the time it was close to 3 p.m., there were already over a hundred guests. Music was playing loudly, and at that moment, Destiny's Child was blasting through the speakers. I greeted people at first, but quickly slipped away—otherwise, I'd be stuck there all afternoon. I left the job of welcoming guests to a few waiters and security staff.
I was sitting in what Cher proudly called the 'VIP area.' With me were Laura by my side, Carly, Freddie, Terrance, and Regina. Cher and Sam were off somewhere else.
Regina leaned in and whispered in my ear while Destiny's Child played, "You could get a song with Beyoncé."
I laughed and shook my head.
Still, I couldn't help but think, I could get Beyoncé after she left Destiny's Child.
After a few more minutes, more and more people arrived. I took a quick walk around, greeting a few guests and receiving their birthday wishes before heading back to the table.
"Yeah, there are some I never saw before. And a few don't even know it's my birthday," I said, looking around.
"I told you to put a giant photo of yourself at the entrance," Cher chimed in, earning laughter from everyone at the table.
"So what are we gonna do now?" asked Laura.
"There's going to be a Dance Dance Revolution competition soon," Carly replied.
"Let's go," I told, already getting up.
But just before we could head out, two familiar faces appeared.
"Hey Missy! Sheldon! Nice you came," I said, looking at the two of them.
Missy gave me a warm hug. "Happy birthday!" she said with a smile. Then she looked around, visibly surprised by the size and vibe of the party. "What is all this?" she asked
"Cool, right?"
"Totally!" Missy replied with a wide smile.
"Congratulations," said Sheldon, visibly uncomfortable with the setting.
"Thank you, Sheldon," I muttered under my breath.
How come Sheldon wears adult clothes when he's thirteen, and ends up dressing like a child when he's an adult?
"Oh, right. Here, C-3PO," I added, handing him a key.
"What is this?" said Sheldon.
"It's a key. It opens doors," I said, pretending to teach him.
"I know what a key is," he replied, outraged. "Why are you giving me a key?"
"You can enter the house and show it to one of the security guards. He'll take you to the room that key opens. I know you don't like crowded places, so you can stay there. There are video games, books, and more. Though… I might send one or two people your way eventually."
Missy jabbed Sheldon lightly with her elbow.
"I appreciate your consideration," he replied with his usual formality.
"So?" asked Sam, appearing beside us and curious about who they were.
"Missy, these are my friends—Carly, Sam, Freddie, Regina, Cher, and Laura," I said, introducing them.
Then I added, "I met them at a genius meeting. I skipped two grades, but they went straight to college."
Missy jumped in, "He's talking about my twin brother, Sheldon. He's at Caltech. I'm normal."
She then asked, "And what about Paige?"
"I invited her," I replied. "Even told her I'd cover her flight again, but she never gave me a clear answer."
"You have a nerdy, goody two-shoes twin?" said Sam with a smile. "I think we're gonna get along just fine."
She walked off with Missy.
"Yours is a prodigy, mine are identical twins—wonder which is worse?" Sam added as they walked together.
"She has a massive crush on you," Laura said playfully, looking to Missy
"Who doesn't?" I replied with a grin.
Laura kicked me lightly and stuck out her tongue. "Too bad, you're mine today."
I laughed and turned to everyone. "Alright, let's head to the dance competition!"
The dance floor was already set up when we arrived—bright lights, speakers booming, and five Dance Dance Revolution arcade machines lined up side by side. A woman stood nearby with a clipboard, marking down each winner and updating a scoreboard on the wall. A crowd had started to gather, forming a semi-circle around the setup.
Carly was the first to jump up onto the stage. "I call first round! Who's brave enough to face me?"
Freddie raised his hand. "Let me show you what I got."
"You sure?" Carly smirked. "Because I don't plan on going easy."
I stayed back with Laura, watching as the two of them picked their songs and prepared to start.
At that moment, Charlie showed up and gave me a quick hug. "Happy birthday, kid," he said with a grin.
"Thank you, Uncle Charlie," I replied. "You don't need to stay. It's a teens' party—there aren't any single moms here."
"I'll stay until the cake," he said. Then he leaned in and added with a smirk, "But there are some beautiful waitresses, attendants, and even a beauty security guard."
I laughed. "Just don't make too much trouble."
---
As time passed, the party kept getting better. At one point, there was even a tug-of-war game happening in the pool—three people on each side, pulling with all their strength until one team inevitably splashed into the water.
"Want to compete?" asked Carly, nudging me.
"Nah, I'd call Terrance and Carter—my bodyguard (the Mountain), that would be unfair"
"You are no fun," Laura said, rolling her eyes playfully.
I hear someone screaming "Haley, over here", I just ignored as the nosy were everywhere
---
When 6 p.m. finally arrived, it was time for the cake and birthday song.
I looked at the towering, multi-tiered cake that had just been rolled out and blinked. "Am I getting married?" I joked, staring at what looked more like a wedding cake than a birthday one.
Charlie leaned in and murmured, "Well, it seems a little small to have someone inside..."
I scoffed and laughed.
"That was Sam's idea," said Cher, stepping closer to me.
"You let Sam choose the cake?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"We didn't have a better idea. And we thought it would be funny."
And then, everyone began singing happy birthday, voices rising together until the song ended in cheerful applause. A few voices from the crowd immediately called out for a speech.
Regina appeared with a microphone in hand. "Here, birthday boy," she said, handing it to me with a grin.
I took the mic and walked up to the small platform where the DJ was set up. Turning to face the crowd, I spoke into the mic. "I want to thank everyone for being here! It means a lot to me."
"A special thanks to Cher and Regina, who made this whole party happen!" I added, lifting my hand toward them. "Can we give them a big round of applause?"
Applause and cheers were heard
"I'm not going to drag this out. Let's keep the party going! And right now, I'm kicking off the singing competition!" I said with a grin, then nodded to the DJ.
As the beat started, I grabbed the mic with a hand and began to sing, my voice echoing across the venue as everyone turned to watch.
Cake By The Ocean (DNCE)
♪Nah, nah, nah
Oh, no
See you walking 'round like it's a funeral
Not so serious, girl, why those feet cold?
We just getting started, don't you tiptoe
Tiptoe, ah♪
♪Waste time with a masterpiece
Don't waste time with a masterpiece
You should be rolling with me
You should be rolling with me, ah♪
♪You're a real-life fantasy
You're a real-life fantasy
But you're moving so carefully
Let's start living dangerously♪
♪Talk to me, baby
I'm going blind from this sweet, sweet craving, whoa, oh
Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy
I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean♪
♪Walk for me, baby
I'll be Diddy, you'll be Naomi, whoa, oh
Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy
I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean♪
Carly leaned toward the girls and asked, "Did he create that song just now?" clearly catching the reference to the cake and the beach just a few meters away.
"No idea," said Laura, equally surprised
Cher gave Carly a weird look and whispered to Regina, "That's what she picked up on? Cake and ocean?"
♪Goddamn
See you licking frosting from your own hands
Want another taste, I'm begging: Yes, ma'am
I'm tired of all this candy on the dry land
Dry land, oh♪
I finished the song under a wave of applause.
I walked back to my friends and looked at Carly. "Come on, Carly."
"Okay, just because it's your birthday," she replied with a smile.
"Did you remember all the song I gave you?" I asked.
"Yes," said Carly, nodding confidently.
Then Carly stepped up to the small platform and took the microphone in hand. As the next track began to play, she started to sing:
Leave It All To Me
♪I know, you see
Somehow the world will change for me
And be so wonderful♪
♪Live life, breathe air
I know somehow we're gonna get there
And feel so wonderful♪
---
By 10 p.m., the last guests had said their goodbyes and left, bringing the birthday party to a close.
The seven of us—me, Cher, Regina, Carly, Laura, Freddie, and Sam—were sprawled across the living room couches, exhausted but happy.
"What a party. Thank you, everyone," I said, my voice a little hoarse but full of gratitude.
Judith appeared in the doorway, looking around at us. "Anyone want dinner or something to eat?" she asked.
A chorus of tired murmurs and groans rose up in response.
"I want," said Sam cheerfully.
We all turned to glare at her.
"What? I'm hungry," Sam said simply, completely unfazed
A few days had passed since the party. Laura had already flown back to Canada.
Now it was just me, sitting at the kitchen table with Dad at the Malibu beach house. We were both eating toast and scrambled eggs. Berta was moving around the kitchen.
Dad looked over at me and asked, "Are you okay, son?"
"Yea, just a little sad. Besides the obvious... Laura was a great friend," I replied honestly.
Before we could talk any further, a girl rushed into the kitchen wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. She looked around, slightly flustered.
"Excuse me. Is one of you Alan?" she asked.
Alan looked at me, then at Berta, clearly caught off guard. Slowly, he raised his hand. "I'm Alan," he said.
"Oh, good," the woman said, visibly relieved. "Charlie wants you to come upstairs."
"Why?" Alan asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Well... it's kind of hard to explain," she said hesitantly.
"Try," Alan replied.
"Oh yeah, try," Berta chimed in with an amused grin.
"He's kind of... stuck," the woman said.
"In what?" Alan asked.
"In what?" I repeated, already intrigued.
"Not in anything. Just stuck," she clarified awkwardly.
"Would you hurry, please?" she urged.
"Where are you going?" Alan asked, turning to Berta and me as we both started to follow.
"Oh, like I'm gonna miss this?" Berta said, already on the move.
"Yeah, now I'm curious," I added, getting up from my seat.
---
The three of us headed upstairs and entered Charlie's bedroom. What we saw stopped us cold.
Charlie was on all fours on the bed, completely frozen in place.
"Charlie, are you okay?" Alan said, blinking.
"Do I look okay?" Charlie replied incredulously, still stuck in position.
"Yes, Dad. Unless Uncle Charlie suddenly changed preferences, he's obviously not okay," I said, trying to keep a straight face.
"That is not funny, Jake," Charlie muttered.
"I beg to differ," Alan added with a smile.
"What happened?" Alan continued.
"I pulled my back," Charlie grumbled.
"I didn't do anything. I was just lying there and he started screaming," the woman explained.
"I understand," Alan said with a nod.
"I mean, I wasn't just lying there," she added quickly.
"We got it," I said, cutting her off before she could go further.
"Damn, I wish I had a camera," Berta muttered.
"That's okay. It's all on video," the woman said casually, pointing to the camera
I took the camera before Berta could see it
"Alan, you're a chiropractor. Do something," Charlie said through gritted teeth.
"Really? You want my help? Even after you referred to my profession as, what was it... 'urban voodoo'?" Alan asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry. Now help me," Charlie pleaded.
"Okay, okay. We'll see what we can do," Alan said, then waved his hands dramatically while chanting, "Oooh-eee-ahh-malaaa-maaa!"
"Yeah, yeah, okay, very funny, very funny," Charlie said, rolling his eyes.
"Okay, let's see what we've got here," Alan said, getting serious as he moved closer to help.
"Is this tender?" he asked, pressing lightly on Charlie's back.
"A little," Charlie replied.
"On a scale of one to ten?"
"I don't know. Three?"
"Okay, what about this?"
"Four."
"And what about this?" Alan asked, applying pressure again.
Charlie groaned. Alan waited.
"I'm gonna need a number, Charlie."
"No, no, I changed my mind," Charlie snapped. "Leave me alone."
"Oh, don't be a baby."
"Stay away."
"I have to examine you."
"It's okay. I'm better."
"No, you're not," Alan said flatly.
I pulled out my phone and started dialing. "Yes, I need a private ambulance," I said into the receiver. "No, it's not life-threatening. He has some back issues, but nothing serious."
"Jake," Alan said, sounding a bit indignant.
"What?" I asked. "Let's just get this over with."
---
After a little while, the private ambulance arrived. A male nurse and a female nurse stepped into the room, carrying a stretcher and a medical kit.
Charlie, who had been lying on the bed groaning in pain, suddenly sat up straight the moment he saw how attractive the nurse was.
"Hello, nurse," he said smoothly.
Alan muttered under his breath, "Hallelujah. It's a miracle."
I just shook my head.
---
Cut to the doctor's office. The three of us—me, Alan, and Charlie—were now sitting in the examination room together. Uncle Charlie was once again lying on the table, groaning.
Alan was mid-rant about something. "Swallow the pharmaceutical companies' propaganda..."
"I'll swallow it, I'll sniff it, I'll insert it rectally. Anything to kill the pain. I'm dying here," Charlie cut in dramatically.
Just then, the door opened.
"Mr. Harper, I'm Dr. Talmadge," a calm, professional voice said.
"Hello, doctor," Charlie greeted her, but the moment he laid eyes on her, he suddenly sat up straight (just like with the nurse), grinning like a teenager. The doctor was beautiful.
"You must be kidding me. Déjà vu? How does his luck even work?" I whispered to Dad, genuinely impressed.
"I wish I knew," Alan muttered.
I stood up and stretched. "Well, now that everything's under control, I'm heading out. Bye, Uncle Charlie."
"Thank you, Jake," Charlie said with a smile—though his attention was already drifting back to the stunning Dr. Talmadge.
---
Later that day, I returned to Malibu after spending some time out with Carly, Freddie, and Sam.
As I walked toward the kitchen, I heard my dad muttering to himself in the living room.
"There's just no justice in this world..." he grumbled under his breath.
"What now?" I asked.
"Your Uncle Charlie got quality time with the doctor," Dad said, using a clear euphemism.
"Humm. Good for him," I murmured, heading into the kitchen.
I walked into the kitchen and spotted Uncle Charlie already sitting at the table with a beer.
"Hey again, Uncle Charlie," I said.
"Hey, kid," he replied.
I squinted at him. "How come you look like you're in more pain now?"
Charlie let out a sigh.
"To tell you the truth, I already knew the doctor…"
"I got it," I said, before he could continue
"How did you get it? I didn't tell you everything," he asked.
"You probably screwed with her. Now she screwed you back. And judging by the way you're sitting, it looks like she was trying to scramble some eggs," I replied with a smirk.
Charlie glared at me but said nothing.
August flew by in the blink of an eye. First, I traveled with Carly, Sam, and Freddie. Then came another trip—this time with Regina and Cher. And finally, one with all of them together.
Now, it was just me and Pepper, flying across the Pacific. Destination: Japan.
The plane hummed softly as I looked out the window, watching the clouds stretch out endlessly beneath us. Pepper was seated beside me, reading through a sleek black binder filled with notes, schedules, and contact lists.
I leaned my head against the seat and let my mind wander.
Judith, Alan, and Charlie had all passed on the trip. Said they were tired—tired of what, I have no idea, considering none of them actually work. Then again, maybe they just wanted a break from me. Which is insulting, as I'm a very delightful person.
Pepper finally looked up from her binder and started talking. "We've acquired the scripts for Chicago and The Pianist. Also, the deal with Mel Gibson for The Passion of the Christ is officially closed."
She continued, "They'll each have a budget of around thirty to forty million dollars, with Chicago possibly getting a bit more. They can't be considered low-budget anymore, and they'll take longer to produce. I believe all of them will be set for release next year."
"We also made a deal for Saw," she added. "We agreed to let James Wan as director and Leigh Whannell as screenwriter. With a budget of $1.5 million, I'm not too concerned. It'll be released in January next year, since we already have two horror films lined up for this year."
"The Conjuring will be released on Halloween, while Annabelle is set for December," I added.
Pepper nodded in agreement.
"And what about Pirates of the Caribbean?" I asked, glancing over at her.
"We're closing the deal with Disney," she said. "The film itself is already locked in, since they seemed hesitant to spend more than $120 million on the production. Now we're finalizing the agreement to use the name, since it references one of their theme park rides. But we'll close it—don't worry."
I can't wait to see their faces when they realize just how big Pirates of the Caribbean is going to be.
Let's see who gets Marvel, Pixar, and Star Wars first.
Pepper flipped another page and said, "And My Big Fat Greek Wedding is basically closed out—finished worldwide at $401 million."
"Couldn't we have stopped at $400 million?" I asked with a smirk. "Like Paranormal Activity—one million more or less doesn't make much difference."
Pepper grabbed a newspaper from beside her, rolled it up like a baton, and gave me a few playful whacks on the arm. "Don't be such a brat," she muttered.
I sighed. "Do I really have to go to the party? I mean, I like parties, but not ones where I barely know anyone. And let's be honest—you're going to be the center of attention, especially now that those three films turned into dark horses."
"Sofia wants to meet you in person," Pepper replied calmly.
"Oh yes, Sofia Coppola our director—and the one who helped turn my draft into full screenplay. She keeps bugging me all the time," I added with a shrug.
Pepper looked at me deadpan. "She said you kept telling her to do whatever she wanted."
"Well, I trust her," I said unfazed.
It was her story in the first place
"And the actors want to meet you too," Pepper added.
I looked at Pepper, nodding slowly.
She sighed and handed me a portfolio. "Here, there's a photo and the name. You probably don't even know who the actors are anyway."
I gasped. "I know them! Like—" I flipped open the portfolio. "Him, Bill Murray!"
I stared at the photo for a second, then hesitated. "Hmm... who is he?"
Pepper, without missing a beat, grabbed the newspaper again, rolled it up like a baton, and gave me another swift whack on the arm. "He's the lead!" she snapped.
I turned the page—and one of my eyebrows lifted slightly. "Scarlett Johansson?" I said, blinking in surprise.
"She's the female lead. We had to be a little more careful since she's only sixteen. But the movie's PG, so everything's fine," Pepper explained.
"She's beautiful," I murmured, glancing sideways at Pepper.
Pepper rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to tell you what you can or can't do. Just be careful. I know you're not stupid or a scumbag, but if you ever do something foolish, call me—so we can figure out how to handle it."
"Thank you, Pepper. You're the big sister I always wished for," I said with a smirk.
"And you're the little brother I never asked for," she smirked back.
I leaned my head back again and stared at the ceiling of the plane for a moment. The truth was, I hadn't really gotten involved in the actual production of the movies. I liked to watch movie, not to produce them. That is all Pepper.
My thing is music, after all. I'm not a jack of all trades.
With the release of the premium edition of Joytime, combined sales from both versions have already surpassed five million—making it the best-selling album of the year so far (and by far). It's currently sitting at the top of the Billboard charts.
I already talked with Pepper—we're going to keep releasing more songs and a second album at the end of year. The goal is to build up enough hype so that Tomorrowland can happen in March 2002. We want to go for two days, with at least 150,000 people each day. But it could be even bigger depending on the buzz.