Prank Magic - Wedgies, Enf, Magic Control

Picture this: a small, dimly lit theater. Maybe 20 people scattered in velvet seats. I’m on stage, barefoot, wearing a fitted white blouse tucked into a pair of tight blueish grey jeans that hug my curves perfectly. I’m there to rehearse my new song, something sultry and slow. My voice is honey, dripping over the microphone. I feel like a Goddess. Because I am one. But that night? Oh, that night, I was a toy. Earlier that day, I’d installed this stupid app you made, Jessica. You called it “Prank Magic.” Said it was just for laughs, a little augmented reality game. I didn’t think twice. So I’m on stage, mid-chorus, eyes closed, feeling the music in my bones. My voice soars, and the crowd is mesmerized. I’m owning it. Then… I hear giggles. Not the good kind. The “what the fuck is happening” kind.