"You saved the show, Red," Jesse whispered, handing Mei a signed drumstick.
Mei poofed back into her human form, sweaty and glowing. Ming patted her shoulder, a rare, genuine smile on her face. "You handled that with... flair, Meimei." Turning RedHD
As the sun began to rise over the city, the spirit faded with a peaceful sigh. The 4*Town boys—now men with slightly more sensible haircuts—bowed to the two giant pandas. "You saved the show, Red," Jesse whispered, handing
"I know, Mom! Professionalism!" Mei shouted back, though her tail was wagging so hard it nearly knocked over a velvet rope. "You handled that with
From the shadows emerged the ghost of a Sun Yee ancestor who hadn't quite let go of the limelight. The spirit began draining the energy from the crowd to fuel its own ghostly performance. "Crisis management!" Mei yelled.
The concert was a whirlwind of glitter and nostalgia. But halfway through "U Know What's Up," a sudden power surge rattled the stadium. The stage lights flickered and died. A heavy, mystical mist began to roll off the stage—not the theatrical kind, but the thick, red-tinted fog of an unsettled spirit.
Mei tucked the drumstick into her flute case. "Well, you know what they say, Mom. Change is messy, but sometimes it sounds like a boy band."