Gravity Defied

My signature volume was threatening to droop after a full day conquering the city, and a true icon never tolerates flat hair! Trotting back inside and scaling the oak dresser, I spotted a wide-toothed styling comb resting beside a bottle of hairspray. I kicked a pathetic pastel hair tie off the edge, grabbed the plastic handle with both hands, and hauled the teeth straight up through my lime locks. Working with furious, deliberate strokes, I teased every strand into an electric, gravity-defying cloud that doubled my height in the mirror. Now that’s a rock 'n' roll crown Jem could only dream of.