Hi, it's me again with another Fanfic for you guys and gals to read, and this one is dedicated to the Newhall 7th grade Concert Band, which i am a proud member of. (I play the Oboe, something not every person on earth can do.) Yes, t love band, yes, I love my instrument, and no, an Oboe is NOT like a Clarinet It is played in a very different way. (Oh, yeah, and it's very hard.:) But, hey, if you're dedicated to what you love, the hard work needed doesn't seem so hard. In fact, it seems very easy. :D) Okay, enough of my lame Oboe antics; let's just get on to the Fanfic. So, here ya go. :) (Sorry. I'll stop using so many emoticons.;) D'oh! I did it again!)
Disclaimer: I AM BED BUDDY! SLEEP ON MEH! Sorry, I don't own that quote. Edd does.
Prologue
Danny sat in his room on his bed, contemplating the day's events and staring at the wall. Hmm... what had he done today? Let's see, he thought. Toe/ay / took math, science, and social studies tests, read a chapter aloud of one of those stupid plays that Lancer always has us read, managed to outrun Dash for the first time (and setting a new world record for running in the process), and caught fifteen ghosts on my walk home. Danny sighed loudly. So why do I feel like something's missing?
Danny shifted his position on his bed so he was now lying on his belly. He lazily traced a pattern on the sheets with his finger. He turned his thoughts to stuff he could do. There hadn't been many ghost problems since his walk home, and for the past few weeks he had been bored. Tucker was working on another Fanfiction based on his favorite show, "Bradley Hex, Demon Hunter", and Sam was busy with an after-school club. Figures. She a/ways had some kind of after school thing to do, whether it was hanging out at Danny's or being with her Goth bretheren at some Goth poetry slam meet. Danny, however, had nothing to do, and it was obviously getting to him. Maybe he should join a club. Hey, a teenage ghost hunter did need some time off once in a while...
Danny was jarred out of his daydreams by a loud knock on his bedroom door. "Danny, open up!", Jaz called. Danny ran over to the door, waiting for Jaz to knock again. Sure enough, she did, and Danny responded by knocking "Shave and a Haircut" on the door. Jaz gave a frustrated scream and shoved an orange paper under the door. Danny looked down at it and decided it was safe to pick up.
He grabbed the brochure and walked over to his bed. The brochure was for a music camp. Band camp? Yeah, right! No way he was going to hang out with band geeks! On the other hand, he had always wondered what it would be like to play an instrument... Danny lept off his bed and ran out the door faster than you could say "Treble Clef."
Wow, Danny in Band? Sounds incredible, I know, But wait until you see Chapter 1!