Mei’s mother, Ming, stood beside her, looking regal in her own shimmering emerald panda form. "Meimei, remember," Ming grumbled, her voice a low rumble that vibrated the pavement. "We are here to maintain order, not to 'bust a move' in the front row."
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. Turning RedHD
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." Mei’s mother, Ming, stood beside her, looking regal