Authors notes: Hey this is my first fic so if I mess up or something, well, you'll know why. Also, if one of the band names I used is the name of an actual band, let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Butch Hartman does. I only wish that I did. Now on with the fic!
Homecoming
"And that was this week's number two song, Crushed, by the hot new band, Phantom. And here is the number one song, by an all girl band that is playing a sold out concert this weekend in New York City. This is Another Life by Solaris."
Danny Fenton turned down the radio in disappointment. Number two again. This was the fourth week in a row! I can't believe it! How does a band beat us for four weeks straight?
At 23, Danny Fenton was no longer a scrawny kid like he was in ninth grade. He had grown to a six foot one with messy black hair and blue eyes. Years of ghost fighting had done him good as well. He was well-built and, by the time he graduated, taller than Dash and no longer the class loser. Paulina had even taken an interest in him during their junior year. Too bad for her that Danny had finally asked Sam out the year before. Paulina had been shocked when Danny chose Sam over her. Danny smiled at the memory.
Danny jumped as his phone started vibrating and ringing. He answered it as soon as he heard the beginning of Failures Not Flattering by New Found Glory. "Hey, Tucker" "Hey , Danny. Congrats on your one week of having a number one song." "Thanks, Tuck." Danny hadn't talked to Tucker in over a month. Tucker had gone to an out of state college and now had a job as a CEO at a big company. Danny had finally decided to use his voice and guitar skills to his advantage and started Phantom a year before. Danny and Tucker talked for a few more minutes before Danny pulled up at the local record store in Amity Park. Before Tucker hung up, he told Danny that he had tickets to the concert coming up in Amity Park that Phantom, Kyro, Solaris, and Sub Zero were playing at.
Danny soon pulled up to the store and got of his new blue Eclipse. He noticed several girls staring at him and gave them a friendly smile. He walked over to the CD racks and was looking for the new Solaris CD when he saw a familiar Latino girl walking towards him. Oh great, Paulina. Just what I need. He forced a smile and looked at the pretty girl.
"Like, hi, Danny." "Hi, Paulina." "Hey, Danny, I heard that you are the singer for Phantom. Is that true?" "Yeah. It is." "So do you want to go out sometime?" "No thanks, Paulina. I'm not interested." "What do you mean not interested? Nobody has ever turned me down." "Well, here's a first for you then." Paulina walked away, confused. Danny just smiled to himself and went back to looking for the CD.
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"Okay, I think that's enough for today. We'll practice again Friday and then play the concert on Saturday. After that, we have a two week break until that Amity Park concert." Twenty-three year old Sam Manson said to the girls in her band, Solaris.
"Where?" Sam's friend and the band's drummer, Allie asked. Blond and beautiful with emerald eyes, Allie had joined the band when Sam, her roommate, had started it during college
"Amity Park. It's my hometown. They're having some kind of concert with a couple of bands that have people from there."
"It's not a very well known town. Anyway, They want us down there a week before the concert so they can figure out the order and we can rehearse it or something. So we actually only have a one week break. If you all want to go home for a week and then meet down there on Saturday, go ahead. When we get there you all are more than welcome to stay at my house. Trust me, my parents have plenty of room." Sam thought about her parents enormous house. "They wouldn't even notice you were there."
"Sounds good," Christy, the bass player said. Christy had dark brown hair and blue eyes.
Sam had changed since high school. She had grown out her hair and had it layered. She was no longer a goth, as you could see by looking at her faded jeans and tight red tank top. She wasn't a skinny fourteen year old anymore. She had grown into a girl that looked like a Victoria's Secret model. It was great to have be a 32 D with a nineteen inch waist and thirty four inch hips. She could wear anything and look great in it.
I'll have to send tickets to Tucker, Danny and his family, oh, and Dash and Paulina. It'll be great to see their reaction.
"Well, I'm going home. I'll see you all in a week," said the keyboard player, Marissa. Marissa was a tall blonde with brown eyes and a slight resemblance to Jessica Simpson.
"Bye." Sam had already decided to stay in New York as long as possible before going home late Friday night.