[ WP ] You are a guardian angel . However , you ca n't influence the world in the ways a guardian angel normally could . The only way you can protect is through music .

I'd like to have a word with Celine Dion. 
 
 I mean, she's a great singer and all, but all those emotions in her songs make my job really hard. I can never tell if `` My Heart Will Go On'' will prompt a giggle fest karaoke session or will cause my human to break down sobbing over her steering wheel in the middle of rush hour. 
 
 I'm hovering in Melanie's closet, trying to figure out what she needs to wear today when I hear her alarm go off.'Shit!' I swear, and immediately pull the oPod out of my satchel. The O is for'omnipotent', and I'm going to need every ounce of that power today. 
 
 Melanie plugs her phone into the speakers, and before she can choose a song, I choose one for her. 
 
 `` I said are you gon na be my guuuurllll yeah...'' Jet wails from the speakers, and Melanie does an air punch as she gets out of bed. 
 
'Yes!' I think. Perfect start! I really need her to kick some ass today, so pump up music, here we come. 
 
 Mel dances her way to the shower, so I keep dance music coming. `` Shake it off, shake it off wooo oo oo!'' Good ole Tay-Tay, making everyone jump around like idiots. Perfect. I grin. 
 
 I keep it rolling through breakfast and down to the car. I'm dropping every top rated chart on Mel's iPod because Everybody Nose that there's nothing wrong with being Confident when you Ca n't Stop... Mel is feeling unstoppable as she gets into the car, and I'm feeling pretty fantastic, too. 
 
 I'm about to roll into some P! nk when the unthinkable happens. A car swerved in front of us and I lose focus, dropping the oPod. It skitters under the front seat of the car. 
 
'Where did you go, where did you go,' I frantically search, but it's too late. Her iPod takes control again, and it's the worst possible outcome. 
 
 `` Helloooooo....it's me,'' Mel's fingers tighten on the steering wheel. I ca n't look... all my hard work could go down the drain, I just need her to stay strong.... 
 
 `` Hello from the outsideeeee,'' Mel wails, and I grimace, knowing that she's thinking about her ex-boyfriend again. 
 
 Damage control time. I find my oPod again, and I set up one of the automatic playlists to take over. I really wanted to be at her side during this work presentation today and be a personal playlist all day, but now I'm mad. And when I get mad... I wan na make someone go loca, in the la vida sense. It's on. 
 
 I swoop out of the car and head towards Dylan's office. Her ex is about to get cursed with a never ending playlist of the Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears, and a whole lotta Carly Rae today.'I'll call you maybe,' I mutter angrily, and fly off doo whop that thing for the rest of the day.
