Next Neighbor

I woke Dove out of her trance.

"Wow, I feel great. I know I'll just kill it today!"

"Good luck, babe!" said Peyton.

Dove left.

"Who else lives nearby?"

"Well, Kira Kosarin live right next door. She could use a pick-me-up."

"Why?"

"Her career never took off after The Thundermans; in fact, she just complained to me that she had **** but to do a lame Thundermans reunion movie because she needed the money."

"Aww."

"Yeah, she thought that being able to sing, dance, and act would lead to bigger and better things, but she's had a hard time getting decent roles. She's pretty bummed."

"Maybe we can cheer her up," I said. "We can even get her to help pile on Dove."

"Sounds great. I'll text her." Peyton texted Kira. "She's home, and on her way over."

Before Kira arrived, I quickly put Peyton under so that she thought whatever I did to any other celebrity with my hypnosis was fine with her.

There was a knock on the door, and I looked through the peephole and saw Kira.

I let her in.