Nine Years later.

“Raise your hands for our princess Star, who has turned eighteen tonight.”

Everyone in the bar cheered for Star, dancing on the famous dance number. Charlotte a.k.a Star was in the middle of boys, a candle surrounded by the fire flies, enjoying her heart out.

Her girl's gang was prying on handsome guys in the bar, calling dibs.

“The blue one is mine, don’t stare at him.”

“What?”

Angie cried out,

“All the good ones are already around Star, Maggie. I am not stepping back for this package of hotness.”

She enviously looked at Charlotte who was moving with the rhythm of the music, sashaying her lips...