Larissa waited patiently by the chain link fence with the other Bat Girl hopefuls. She knew that her “Irish” coffee might slur her speech a bit, but she was sure that her pointy bodice and high-waisted midriff shorts would get her the part.
Little Tonya had played along with her mothers vapid ambitions long enough. Halfway into rehearsal, she threw down the microphone and froze. Ruining Tiffany’s “I Think We’re Alone Now” was the best way she could think of to alert her parents that her true dream was to become a forensic accountant and not Miss Itty Bitty 2011.