A/N 1: Inspired by Taylor Swift's song Starlight

"Isabella." plink. "Isabella." plink. "Isabella." Isabella stirred at the sound of something hitting her window. "Isabella." THUNK.

Her eyes popped open at the noise and she leaned over the side of the bed, smirking at a medium sized rock lying on the floor. She got up out of bed, making her way over to the window and looking down. "You know, if you wanted to get my attention, you could have just yelled louder."

"I did. You didn't hear me." Phineas grinned. "Besides, the bigger rock seemed more effective."

She rolled her eyes, picking up the rock and tossing it toward the tree. She yawned. "What's up Phin? You only wake me up in the middle of the night if you have something planned."

"I do!"

"Which is?"

"First off, it's our friend date night and it's my turn to pick the activity. Unless you forgot."

"I didn't forget."

"Cool. Secondly..." the red head smiled. "Meet me on the front porch. I'll explain everything."

Isabella smiled as her best friend disappeared from view. She hurriedly threw on a pink t-shirt and a pair of jeans before making her way downstairs. She tiptoed through the living room, softly opening the door. Before she could get a word in, the red head tossed something at her.

"Here. Put these on."

"What are they?"

He held up a costume. "There's a yacht club party down at the beach tonight. We're going to sneak in."

"Sneak in?!" Her voice rose an octave and he shushed her. "Phineas, are you crazy?! We can't sneak into a party we're not invited to!"

"Oh contrare." He motioned to the costume. "It's a Masquerade. I'm going as a prince and you..." he pointed to the outfit in her arms. "You're going as a Duchess." She hesitated. "Oh come on Isabella; haven't you ever wanted to do something wild and crazy? We're only young once."

"We're sixteen! People are going to notice!"

"No they're not." The red head wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Come on Izzy. Have an adventure with me." He gave her puppy dog eyes.

"Ugh. Fine." She slung the costume over her shoulder before disappearing into the bathroom. "This had better work."

"Have my plans ever failed?"

Isabella poked her head out of the bathroom, smirking. "There's a first time for everything."

He returned the smirk. "That's harsh Izzy."

"Yes, yes it is."

"Okay, now act casual."

"I thought you said your plans never fail."

"I thought you said there was a first time for everything."

Isabella lightly smacked him on the shoulder as they lined up outside the Danville Yacht Club. "Says the great one." She rolled her eyes.

"Membership cards please."

"Membership cards?" Phineas faltered. "Uhhh..."

"Oh darling. Don't tell me you forgot our membership cards again." Isabella turned to the security guard, taking on a fake aristocratic accent as she latched onto her friend's arm. "He's always forgetting things."

"Huh?" The red head winced as his best friend elbowed him in the gut. "Oh right. Yep, that's me. Always forgetting things." He turned to Isabella. "I'm sorry Darling, but...rules are rules. Now come along." He went to lead her into the club, only for the man to stop them.

"No membership, no entrance." Phineas opened his mouth to protest. "Get out."

"We were just leaving." The red head turned to his best friend, whispering in her ear. "Izzy, run."

"In this dress? Are you nuts?" Before Isabella could protest further, Phineas grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her toward the parking lot.

"I can't believe we didn't get in."

Isabella sat on the bumper of the Chevy truck, watching her best friend pace back and forth in his usual outfit of dark blue jeans and orange and white striped hoodie. "Well, at least we tried," she offered. "Let's just go home."

"Go home? Go home?!" Phineas stared at her disbelief. "Isabella, I did not drive us out here to go home; I meant for us to have an adventure!" He pounded a fist into his other palm. "We're going to get into that party!"

"O-kaay...how?"

He sighed, sitting down next to her. "I have no idea. Maybe you're right; maybe we should go home."

"Phin-"

"Hey wait a minute."

"What?"

He put a hand up to shush her. "You hear that?"

"Hear what?"

Phineas slid off the bumper, motioning her to follow him. The two quietly snuck behind a nearby tree, the red head poking his head around it.

"I can't believe it!" A man stormed out of the front of the club, impatiently looking at his watch. "I specifically told the DJ to be here an hour ago. It's fifteen minutes until this thing officially starts and I have no entertainment!" He put his head in his hands. "What am I going to do?"

The red head grinned, looking behind him. "Izzy, I think I just found us a way in." He came out from behind the tree, making his way to where the man stood, head still in his hands.

"Phineas! What are you doing?! Phineas!" Isabella hissed from behind the tree, only to run after him. She caught up just as the red head approached the distraught man.

"Excuse me. We couldn't help overhearing your predicament and, well, we'd like to offer you our services. My name's Phineas and this is Isabella." She merely waved.

"Your services?"

"You're looking for a DJ aren't you?"

The man looked between the two teens. "Aren't you a little young for a yacht club party?"

"Only slightly. We're sixteen. Old enough to be DJs, but to young to drink."

"You got any talent?"

"Why don't you give us a try and see for yourself?"

The man hedged. "Well..."

"Do you know where the other DJ is?" Isabella asked. "Or have any other options? We really would like to help."

The man scratched his head, glancing at his watch. "Well...there's ten minutes until this thing starts..." He considered them for a moment. "I guess I could make an exception..." The man smiled. "Alright, you're hired." He motioned the pair to follow him inside, only to pause, extending his hand to them. "Name's Daniel by the way. I'm the founding member of this yacht club."

Phineas took the offered hand. "It's nice to meet you Daniel." He grinned as they followed him inside. "Leave everything to us."

"Okay, the dance floor is here..." Daniel ushered the teenagers over to where they'd be playing. "And these are the instruments." He smirked at the two of them. "There's only two of you, sooo...good luck. You're on in five."

"Five?!" Isabella gawked as the man left. "Five minutes isn't enough time! Besides, he has a point; there's just the two of us and all these instruments. What are we supposed to play?"

"Hmmm..." Phineas looked at the instruments, his eyes landing on a keyboard. "That could work."

"What could work?"

He picked up the keyboard and placed it on the stand before turning it on and tapping a few keys. He grinned. "It's a synthesizer!"

"What's that?"

"It's a keyboard that imitates different instruments. All I have to do is find the right keys and the right combinations..." the red head tinkered with a few knobs and dials, tapping a few keys as he went. Suddenly, a ton of instruments began to play and a grin spread across his face. "And voila! A backup band!"

Isabella smiled. "I knew the old Phineas was in there somewhere."

"What?"

"Nothing."

He gave a wry smile, looking up from the keyboard as the yacht club members filed in. "Looks like we have an audience. What do you wanna sing Izzy?"

"Umm..." the young woman thought for a minute before snapping her fingers. "Do you know how to play..." she walked over to him, whispering in his ear.

"Not really, but I'm sure I can figure it out. Think I've heard it on the radio before." Phineas began to play the opening notes of a song as Isabella stepped up to the mic.

I said 'oh my, what a marvelous tune'
It was the best night never will forget how we moved
the whole place, was dressed to the nines
and we were dancing, dancing
like we're made of starlight
like we're made of starlight

Isabella grabbed the microphone from the stand, walking around the stage as she sang.

I'm the barbie on the boardwalk
summer of forty-five
picked me up
late one night out the window we were seventeen and crazy
running wild, wild

Can't remember what song he was playing
when we walked in
the night we snuck into a yacht club party
pretending to be a duchess and a prince-

"Hey you!" The security guard from earlier stormed through the door. "I thought I told you two to get out!"

Phineas dashed out from behind the keyboard, grabbing the microphone from Isabella. "Uh Ladies and Gentlemen, there appears to be a slight delay. If you would just-"

"Come here!" The security guard lunged for the red head's pant leg, causing the teen to yelp in surprise.

"Let's get out of here!" He grabbed his best friend's hand, the two running out of the room. They turned a corner, running down the hallway.

"Phin, where are we going?!"

"I don't know! Just keep running! Maybe we can lose him!"