Say My Name
"Ready, Sam?"
"Ready!" The self-proclaimed Goth took her seat.
"Tucker?"
"We're all set up here!" Tucker settled his shoulder strap in place.
"Ember's still in the Thermos?"
"It's getting a little hot, but I think we'll put a stop to that soon enough."
Danny faced the closed curtain in front of him, clutching the microphone in his hands so tightly that under his white gloves, his knuckles were drained of color.
Sam had been highly disappointed that Danny Phantom's hazmat suit couldn't be gotten rid of. She'd settled for decking Danny's ghost half out in baggy black pants, fake earrings, black bracelets, eyeliner, and a black t-shirt. Tucker had submitted to being re-Gothed as well, dressed in black and his hair flying away from his head in crazy dreadlocks.
The curtain opened to a thousand screaming fans, and they were chanting Ember's name. They stilled upon seeing that it wasn't the teen ghost idol on the stage, but rather a very oddly-dressed Phantom and his two best friends.
"That's Danny Phantom!" shouted a lone voice.
"Cool!" added another.
Sam twirled her drumsticks expertly and slammed them down on the drum set in front of her. "Hello, Amity Park! You ready to rock?"
There were confused cheers, gradually starting to strengthen as Danny floated off the stage with a nervous glance back at Sam and Tucker.
Tucker gave Danny a thumbs-up. "We've got this crowd!" He struck a chord, and there was a following cheer.
Sam grinned. "The show must go on!" She started a beat.
Danny looked back at the Ember fans – here for her concert, only Danny had trapped her before she could put on her show. And now, to shut up the fans and keep Ember from breaking free to the roar of her chanted name, he was going to put on a concert.
He hated Sam.
"Say my name?" he ventured.
"Phantom! Phantom! Phantom! Phantom!" the crowd cheered.
"All right, you asked for it," Danny said – and sang.
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