“OK! OK! One LAST song!” Hannah announced to the packed house. “This one’s to my best friend in the whole wide world, Lola Loffnaggle!!”
The crowd of mostly teen and pre-teen girls cheered as their star began singing. Almost a hundred fainted.
“---You're a true frieeeeeeeend!!!” Hannah finished, holding the last note for a full minute. Breathlessly, she said “Thank you…At…lanta…you’ve been…a won…derful crowd…good night!!!”
The crowd kept applauding and chanting for more. But, Hannah was exhausted. Her manager came out, lifted her arms in a wave and guided her off the stage.
“Whew!” she fanned herself backstage. A roadie handed her a bottle of cold water. She dumped some of it over her head, tugged on her top and poured the rest down. The roadie handed her another bottle and she drank it. “Brrrr!!”
Her manager laughed “Well, what did you expect? Go change.”
“Yes Daddy” whispered Hannah, hiding her secret identity.
*********+
In Hannah’s dressing room, a weird purple light glowed. During that time, a teen screamed. But, with the concert going on, no one outside heard a thing. The light did its work of reducing the teen from over five feet to around 18 inches.
The concert ending didn’t help the shrunken teen’s situation. No one outside the dressing room heard the faint voice of the reduced victim. Banging on the door was also useless. With a last furious kick, the teen walked away from the impossibly huge door. That was when it sprung open.
*********+
Miley pushed open her dressing room door and walk in. All she wanted to do was collapse. She closed the door and tossed off her Hannah wig. Then she saw…it? She just stared at …it… in shock. It…looked like someone she knows. She took a step closer and, SURPRISE! It took a step back. She took another step forward, and in response …it… took two steps back.
This continued until …it… backed into a wall. Miley smiled and kneeled down. She hesitantly extended a hand and grinned widely “This is incredible!” she exclaimed “It really worked!! That’ll teach me to call Rico a liar! Come’re, now, let me hold you………”
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