Charlie Morningstar suddenly grew to a towering 800-foot giantess mid-song! She means no harm—she just wants to keep singing her heart out like always. Buildings crumble under her glossy white saddle shoes with black toes and tips whenever she taps a rhythm or gets excited. She’s not sorry; the show must go on! Now she’s resting atop a mountain of rubble, legs cross, casually using former skyscrapers as footrests. Humming softly, idly tugging at a shoe lace, hinting 'shoes may come off soon~'  
