Author's Note: The 365 Project is an experimental project to write and post at least one short every day for the next year, not including my semi-regular bi-weekly updates. Whether or not that goal can be reached, we'll see... This is The 365 Project, 19 February.

The local radio station DJ's constant playing of the same song has finally gotten on Ember's last nerve. DxE.

Disclaimer: "Danny Phantom" and all associated characters and situations are created by Butch Hartman and used for entertainment purposes without permission or intent to profit. "Achy Breaky Song" by Weird Al is owned by him and his recording label and is also used without permission or intent to profit.

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"Achy Breaky Breakdown"
By J.T. Magnus, 'Turbo'

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Ember McLain, ghost rock star, was marching down the street with her guitar in her hand and destruction on her mind when a figure descended from the sky and stood in front of her to block her way.

"Out of the way, Baby-pop," Ember snarled in warning, "This has nothing to do with you."

"The second you started causing trouble in the human world, it had everything to do with me, Ember," Danny Phantom, resident unappreciated half-ghost hero of Amity Park, countered.

"Don't be a hero, Danny," Ember shook her head, refusing to back down, "You know as well as I do this isn't 'causing trouble'; this is justice. I'll do a lot for you, Baby-pop, ever since we've been together I've put up with being tortured by your mom's love for Donnie and Marie and your dad's taste for Barry Manilow..."

Involuntarily, both ghostly teens cringed at the thought.

"I've even kept from saying anything when Jazz started listening to New Kids on the Block after their comeback," Ember continued, "But I can't take any more of this; this has got to end, Baby-pop."

"Maybe so," Danny shook his head, "But this isn't the way, Ember."

"I begged, Baby-pop," Ember shot back, "I begged that friggin' DJ to play something else, it didn't even have to be one of my songs, I could have listened to Vanilla Ice or even Tiffany - but no, they won't stop. Every day, time and time again, hour after hour... I'm starting to hear that stupid song in my sleep, Baby-pop, do you know what that's like to a musician? To have someone else's song stuck in your head and it's not even a good song?"

"You think I like hearing it any better?" Danny snapped, "Every time I hear that nauseating song, it makes me want to lose my lunch, but you can't just decide it's 'time for that station to go off the air' just because of this, dipstick."

Ember narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend, "Did you just call me 'dipstick', dipstick?"

"Yeah! And you know why?" Danny asked, then answered his own question, "Because going off half-cocked like this because you're mad is the kind of stupidity I'd pull!"

Rolling her eyes, Ember asked, "Then what do you think I'd do instead?"

Danny grinned, "You're going to love this."

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Side by side, Danny and Ember walked through the front door's of Amity Park's local radio station and looked around the lobby.

"We're looking for the broadcast studio," Ember announced

From behind his desk, the security guard raised an eyebrow, "Purpose of visit?"

"Voicing a complaint about the DJ's tastes in music," Danny answered, causing the guard to grin.

"Down the hall, third door on your right - you can't miss it," The guard informed them, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb."

"Thank you," Ember answered as she unslung her guitar from her back to have it ready.

As the ghostly duo walked down the hall, the guard picked up the phone and pressed one of the extension buttons, "Get everyone to the broadcast room. Look, don't ask questions, just do it..."

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When the door to the broadcast room opened despite the 'On The Air' sign being lit, it caused the DJ to look up from his work.

"I'm sorry, listeners, we seem to have some unexpected guests in the studio... Something I can do for you, Inviso-Bill?" The DJ asked, causing Danny to snarl, he really hated that name people had stuck him with.

"Actually, yeah," Danny answered, "My friend and I are here as representatives of GABR."

The DJ frowned, "Gabber?"

Ember smirked and leveled her guitar in a 'shoot-from-the-hip' position, "Ghosts Against Billy Ray... Pull!"

The station's disk for that 'Achy Breaky' song glowed blow with ecto-energy and flew into Danny's hand before he tossed it like a frisbee... or a clay pigeon. A quick chord on her guitar and Ember had blown it to pieces with a smile.

"Thanks for the help," Ember remarked casually, "We're trying to stop noise pollution."

Speaking loud enough for the microphone to pick up, Danny added, "Noise pollution is everyone's problem, we've all got ears... so next time, when people ask you to stop playing a song, try it."

"Oh," Ember added further, "And, have a nice day."

Chuckling to themselves, Danny opened the door so that Ember could leave the broadcast room and as he followed her, they found themselves surrounded by station employees. A little nervous, Danny glanced around before commenting...

"Uh... hi?"

The security guard who had directed them to the broadcast room was the first to start clapping, but soon the entire room was filled with the sound of applause.