Kari faltered for a split second. No. Sunny would be fine. She needed to sing. She needed to finish. Gripping her microphone tighter, she caught up to the words and slowed down the people advancing on her. One of them raised a gun to the balcony. She responded by nailing a high note that caused him to shake enough to hit the garbage can two floors down.

The song was over. But this time -- how? Oh. Right -- she smirked and pointed down at the Blood Keys gathered.

"Cutie ☆ Hot Pitch!"

They cringed and yelled out or bit back a pain in their heads. The one gangster dropped his gun and covered his ears.

Kari -- Caren? -- posed and flipped her hair.

"Encore, anyone?"