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...or the story of a micro-sized musical infatuation that's truly of its time.

LA's Kail is a streetwise man. He doesn't need re-programmed, recruitment-droid Scientologists trying to test his stress, and he doesn't need a free tour-guide to steer him around the seamier side of Hollywood. Set him against the flirtatious charms of a teenage college girl though, and his hard heart melts.

Wendy's world is one of multicoloured micro-minis, infectious Nintendo blips and Myspace, and she inhabits it like a pint-sized queen: charming beers from rappers and turning the social tide by posting a single flier on her profile. ‘A one woman street team' that, just for a short while, turns her attentions to our protagonist.

More effective than a billboard on a tour bus and able to bring chic and sheen to Kail's public persona, she can turn one CD into a hundred new fans and 10 times as many friend requests.

She's an organisational maestro; tooled up with skin-tight jeans and student loan dollars, flitting between all the right places but never staying the night or breaking her curfew, one hand holding our hero's whilst the other spends his money.

But in 2008, musical tastes flicker like broken bar signs and your stock is never certain. Sure enough, Kail finds, Wendy stops coming to the shows. Even worse, other people stop coming too, and weeks pass by without a single add on myspace. Despite efforts to track her down, she's disappeared. Or at least it seems so, until one night she's seen outside a sold-out show for a thug-rapper, having turned her pied-piper-like charms elsewhere.

Sad but not mad, we leave Kail gazing wistfully, but most of all respectfully after her. She's out there somewhere, a monster drink in her hand and a fistful of fliers.

So, here's to her and her tribe, proving beyond question that if you feel yourself popular, you should enjoy it whilst you can...