𝐁𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌, willne

Los Angeles, Eight Years Ago. The air at the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards was thick with bubblegum perfume and the screech of influencers. Elizabeth Arden, then an actress-turned-aspiring-pop-star, clutched a lukewarm bottle of water backstage, feeling utterly fake.

Her debut single, heavily edited, was about to be sandwiched between a tween sketch and a dance-off with oversized foam bananas. This wasn't how she'd imagined her singing career would begin.

Then, a tall man in a slime-splattered hoodie, holding three Capri Suns, materialized. "You're Elizabeth, right?" he asked, a grin on his face. He was MrBeast, Jimmy, and he was offering to fund her music video. All he asked for was a favor, someday.

Elizabeth, desperate for something real, something fun, shook his hand. "Fine. Deal." She couldn't have known that simple handshake would lead to two Grammys, global fame, and a phone call six years later, cashing in that very favor.