"I know, Mom! Professionalism!" Mei shouted back, though her tail was wagging so hard it nearly knocked over a velvet rope.
"You saved the show, Red," Jesse whispered, handing Mei a signed drumstick. Turning RedHD
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." "I know, Mom
She didn't hesitate. Mei leaped into the air, her giant, fluffy red form soaring over the mosh pit. Instead of fighting with force, she realized the spirit just wanted what she once did: to be seen. Mei landed on stage, grabbed a discarded tambourine, and started a rhythmic beat. Mei poofed back into her human form, sweaty and glowing
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."
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.