Short #11: I'm Your Girl

Be warned! This will be short, cuz I have to .w. I will post another chapter shortly!

"You're going to make my outfit?"

"Well, Mal and Evie offered to. I'm just the assistant."

"Thanks so much!

"Hey, thank them when you get the chance! We've already got some ideas. It should be ready in a few days."

"All right, guys, think," Mal hummed. "What would be a good way to make Lonnie's outfit the best?"

"Well, Hip-Hop is all about flashy colors," Evie said, sketching on my pad. "We could add a bit of this…and add a little of that…"

"But what's one way to make it all the bees knees," I muttered. "Hit me, Evie, what have you got?"

As she showed me her designs, Mal continued to pace the lab. "I've checked all the elements, but I can't really find a way to make her outfit really stand out…"

"Why don't you put the hat with the loose top shirt…and the tank top underneath and the shorts with the leggings."

"Nice use of opposites," Evie smirked.

"Guys," the purple-haired teen scolded.

"Come on, Mal, don't worry," I laughed. "Lon's outfit will be awesome either way. She'll be the only one on stage anyway."

"But we gotta make this a really good one."

"Well, you definitely can't ask me anything about standing out. I'm one with the dark, remember?"

"Dark…dark—that's it!" I could almost see Mal's green eyes flare excitedly with her old magic. "We can make Lonnie glow-in-the-dark!"

"Wait, what?" Evie exclaimed. "Is that even possible?"

"It is! With a little bit of nuclear waste…"

"Nuclear waste?" I raised an eyebrow. "You want to dump my roommate's ensemble with dangerous chemicals."

"It's not going to be dangerous," Mal insisted. "You know, anymore. Trust us, Pen, we can convince them this'll be wicked."

"Well, wicked is good," I sighed, laughing slightly. "All right, but it's laundry day tomorrow, and if any of that stuff burns holes through my clothes, I'm exchanging your soap with this."

"That's a different level of wicked," Evie gulped. "But we'll keep it in mind."

"All right, let's get started."

Days have passed, and it was now the day of Jordan's webshow. Mal, Evie, and I shared a high-five and a victory cheer behind the curtains as people began to pile in the stage. "I really hope this works," Lonnie said gravely.

"Trust the masters, Lon!" I chuckled, holding up my pad. "All right, I'm gonna record your performance in the crowd. You guys OK here?"

"Of course, Pen," Mal grinned. "But this is Lonnie's time to shine."

"Go Lon," I patted my friend's shoulder. "Let your reflection show!"

She had to giggle. "Thanks again, guys! You're the best!"

"Wicked best," Evie winked.

As I went down the stage and Lonnie went to the other side, I already heard Jordan's voice through the microphone. "What the what, Auradon! You ready for some awesome Lonnie hip-hop dancing extravaganza?"

I cheered along with the crowd.

"I can't hear you…I still can't hear you!" The cheers got much louder. "OK, that's too much! I have sensitive ear drums. I might be dropping the mic on the stage…"

As she literally dropped the mic, she still bent to pick it up, and I had to roll my eyes. "…but Lonnie's about to drop the mic on ya-all!"

I was screaming now as my roommate came onto the stage and began to dance. I watched as she started off small, but then began to really put some effort. Everyone loved the moves she pulled off.

But then Evie turned the lights off, and I gasped as Lonnie turned blue. Her highlights stayed purple, but everything else was completely glowing. It was awesome. The crowd went wild for her dancing. I saw Lonnie smile, and I could tell she was having fun. Especially when the crowd absolutely loved her. I yelled for my friend, and she grinned even wider.

As the song ended, the audience cheered their loudest yet, and the daughter of Mulan placed her hands on her hips. I beamed proudly, finding myself shaking the person beside me.

"That's my friend!" I shouted. "Yeah, we share the same room!"

So much for a shadow. Lonnie probably heard my scream, because she saw my pad and waved at me.

I grinned, snapped a photo, and put a caption: Day Glo-rious!