Once upon a time there lived a lonely teenager by the name of Michael. He lived a seemingly aimless existence, constantly attending school and doing chores around the house while his parents were at work.
It so happened one night shortly after his seventeenth birthday that he broke down in tears on the living room floor, unable to bear the weight of his mundane existence any longer.
The minutes went by and all of a sudden, the front door was blown open as a sultry redhead seductively strode into the house while clad in skintight leather.
"Who...who are you? And what are you doing in my house?" Michael abruptly asked while looking up at the beauty with tearful eyes.
"Michael, darling..." She crooned softly, bending down to lay a comforting hand upon his shoulder. "Don't you know? I'm Kelly, your sexy Godmother..."
"Wh-what?" He stammered, unsure whether he'd heard right.
"I'm here to help your dreams come true. I believe you want to be admired and swooned over by girls?"
"Yes! Like a rock star!"
The woman stood up and swiftly snapped her painted fingernails, which instantly teleported the two of them to an empty garage and left Michael gaping in awe.
"Oh my God, this is where my Dad works!"
She ignored him and wordlessly tossed a handful of glitter in the air, before inexplicably transforming into a shiny red corvette.
"Get in. You can ride me anywhere you want." Her disembodied voice spoke up, snapping Michael out of his stunned trance before he hurriedly did her bidding.
Once he was behind the wheel, the vehicle automatically sped out of the building and down the street. The suddenness of it all sent Michael flying back in his seat and he began to feel rather breathless, to say the least.
An hour later, he was stepping out of the car and wearing a crisp suit much to the pleasure of those whom had come to see him.
A large group of girls began to scream in ecstasy at the mere sight of his face and it was then that Michael found himself feeling increasingly uncomfortable with all of the attention.
"Oh, Michael!" A sweet young voice unexpectedly called out as one girl in particular pushed her way to the front of the crowd. "I'm your biggest fan, please give me an autograph!"
He instantly recognized her as Lisa, a typically shy girl in his class whom occasionally inspired tingly feelings in him for reasons he couldn't figure out.
He obliged to her request regardless and she sighed in bliss, before making another even more surprising demand.
"I really love your music...could we see each other after the show? It'll only take a few minutes, I promise..."
Michael swallowed nervously and glanced towards where a redhead in a form fitting dress stood. She gave him a smile of reassurance and he decided to take the chance.
"Yes, I'd be perfectly glad to." He replied before Lisa gave an uncharacteristic shriek of victory.
Lisa approached him backstage just as she'd promised and Michael anxiously raised his hand to greet her, noticing through the corner of his eye that the clock was fast approaching midnight.
Before he could ponder what that could possibly entail, Lisa was grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. The rash action caused him to panic and Michael instinctively resisted until he was free, at which he stood up tall to face her in disbelief.
"You're...you're not the Lisa I know. The real one would never-"
"But you don't understand!" She yelled in anguish, interrupting his attempt to stay calm. "I love you so much, I can't think of anybody else!"
At that, she produced a pistol and pointed it right at him. He panicked and tried with little avail to rush for the nearest door.
A single gunshot sounded and Michael's grip around the door handle loosened as he plummeted to the floor, chest bleeding profusely while the life slowly left his body.
The minute hand on the clock reached twelve and Lisa gazed wistfully down at him before raising the barrel of the pistol to her head.