I do not own Danny Phantom, which is owned by Butch Hartman, or The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, written by William Shakespeare.
Lines were practiced. Long, poetic paragraphs spoke. Over the few weeks that had passed of practice, the words were learned by heart.
Today, Mr. Lancer was getting the actors costumes. Danny groaned at his outfit. It was tight, blue, and it looked...Odd. Turning to look at Sam, she didn't look any more pleased with her outfit. It was a bright red dress with gold trimmings; while it wasn't too girly, Sam still looked a little annoyed. Tucker's was also blue; a slightly darker color than Danny's, with a cap for his head included. Dash's outfit was a fawn brown; fashioned like Danny's, in an medieval theme.
As everyone looked annoyed with their outfits, a cough from Mr. Lancer told them to put them on.
They pulled them on, displeased. Kwan groaned.
"Dude, this outfit's itchy!"
"Don't forget hot. This thing covers my entire body." Dash said. Mr. Lancer frowned.
"Well, tough luck. Today, we have a dress rehearsal, and tomorrow, we shall hold the actual performance. So, in your places! From the top!" He commanded.
They went through each act. One, two, three, four, and five. Every time Danny and Sam kissed, people not onstage whistled- particularly Tucker- making both blush a bit.
At the part when Romeo and Juliet die, both were good at not moving. They looked good- very dead.
However, after a few minutes, Danny went ghost, and flew up.
"Oh noes, I am a ghost now!"
"Mr. Fenton! No going ghost during the play! Now, get back to being dead!" Mr. Lancer shouted at him. Danny sighed and turned human, lying back down again.
While no one was looking, Sam pinched him for that act of his.
Danny would've pouted, but he was busy pretending to be dead.