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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.

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."

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." Turning RedHD

"I know, Mom! Professionalism!" Mei shouted back, though her tail was wagging so hard it nearly knocked over a velvet rope.

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. As the sun began to rise over the

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."

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. "Meimei, remember," Ming grumbled, her voice a low

"You saved the show, Red," Jesse whispered, handing Mei a signed drumstick.