they are these trite
little puff pieces
about perfect little princesses with perfect little lives,
and that's not me.
[singing] She's a rebel princess.
She's the best.
She's a ball of lightning in a hot pink dress.
She's a thunder storm roaring through through the night.
She's a shooting star, and she's lighting up the sky.
What a delightful little diddy.
Good job, Star.
(NERVOUSLY) Aw, yay.
It's not over yet.