Redhd — Turning

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.

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’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." From the shadows emerged the ghost of a

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

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."

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.