Ahuge crowd had gathered in front of the old power station. They were there for the opening! Music thumped from the salon. Lights twinkled around the door. Ari emerged from inside. She was wearing an electrified dress covered in musical notes. She looked fangtastic! The crowd went wild.
“It’s Tash!” someone called. That was Ari’s human name.
“Hey, she’s got a monster makeover!”
“I love it!”
“I want one too!”
Ari had a microphone. “Hello, everyone!” she called out. “Thank you all for coming to our grand opening! I’d like to introduce Clawdeen Wolf, up-and-coming style genius.”
Clawdeen was overwhelmed and a little nervous. This was her dream come true! “Welcome to…FIERCE!” she announced.
The doors were open, the lights were blazing, and the music was pounding.
The floor was covered in an intricate design. The styling chairs were monster chic. Neon signs blazed. A fog machine made the whole room eerily glamorous. The Fierce Salon was a happening scene. Ghouls strutted through the room in Clawdeen’s fashions, lit up by Frankie’s electric touch.
The Normies loved it all!
“Their monster makeup is so realistic!”
“Forget their makeup, did you see those outfits?”
“I’m telling all my friends about monster style!”
Cleo was styling a human’s hair, giving her a monster makeover. It was wild! When the girl stood up, she looked at herself in the mirror, thrilled. Her friends clustered around.
“So cool!”
“Love it!”
“Fangtastic!”
“Fangtastic!” repeated her friend. They’d heard the ghouls using that word and loved it too!
Everyone wanted to look like a monster. They wanted the clothes, the hair…and they even wanted to talk just like monsters. Only they didn’t know that monster style was the style of real monsters!
“Ooh, Mummy Mochas!” enthused a Normie.
“Isn’t that clever?”
Dracula was there—and he was letting his daughter give him a new hairstyle for the first time in, well, centuries. She buzzed up one whole side of his head.
“You’re sure this looks good?” If only he could see himself in the mirror—but vampires couldn’t.
“Absolutely,” said Draculaura. “It makes you look at least ten thousand years younger!”
“I’m not so sure about that…”
“Love the new look,” Mrs. Wolf complimented him. And after that, he decided his haircut might not be so bad after all.
“Well, what do you know? So do I!” he said.
Lagoona was spinning tracks and the Normies were dancing. Everyone was having a good time. But something was bothering Clawdeen. One thing was just not quite right. She gazed around the busy room. She was looking for something. Humans were running in and out of the changing rooms to try on new outfits.
“Check me out! I’m a monster!” someone said happily.
“You look creeperific!”
“I’m so coming here all the time!”
“Did you see they have a fog machine?”
Clawdeen checked her iCoffin. Nothing.
Mrs. Wolf wrapped an arm around her daughter. “I’m very proud of you, Clawdeen.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
But Mrs. Wolf noticed that Clawdeen wasn’t perfectly happy. “What’s wrong?”
“Frankie should be here,” Clawdeen confided in her mother. “Just wondering where she is.”
“I’m sure she’s around here somewhere,” her mother reassured her.
But Dracula interrupted them. In his arms and draped over his shoulders was a whole pack of werewolf pups—Clawdeen’s little brothers. Mrs. Wolf smiled at her daughter again. It was time to get the little ones home. It had been a big night, a wonderful night.
If only Frankie could have seen Clawdeen’s success.