'Bout time I added a new chapter, eh? Sorry this took so long, I was saving my ideas for the next chapter, which I swear will be longer than this!

Actually, this was written two days ago. Didn't get it up 'til now because the day before yesterday I was finishing a part of a different story, and yesterday was my birthday. (I'm Danny's age now. Yay.)

WSKID

WSKID, Skid Row Radio…

A few days had passed. Rehearsals were going well; most of the first act was blocked. Mr. Kender hadn't gotten around to working on 'Suddenly Seymour' again, so Danny and Sam had not yet kissed.

"Today, I have a very important announcement," Mr. Kender said at rehearsal. "In today's issue of Amity Park News, an ad ran for our production. And at the end of rehearsal today, a radio ad will play, so we'll all listen to it." "Awesome," someone in the cast remarked. "Yes. But it won't be awesome if you don't practice. Everyone onstage."

Grumbling a bit, the ensemble climbed onto the stage. "We're working on the finale," Mr. Kender said. The students moved into positions they had been assigned to in a previous rehearsal. They sang, they danced, they recited lines, until it was time for them to go home.

But before they went, Mr. Kender brought the cast around a small radio placed at the corner of the stage. They listened to an ad for their play, "Don't miss an exciting performance of Little Shop of Horrors, performed at Casper High next week!" It went on, but people lost interest quickly and left the building.

Danny walked out of the auditorium to see Jazz sitting in a car, waiting for him. Since they moved, it had been routine for Jazz to drive Danny home after school and rehearsal. Danny actually wasn't too pleased about it, because his sister constantly pestered him with questions about his life, and he didn't want to share.

When they arrived at the Fentons' new household, Danny opened the door to find his mother standing there. Maddie embraced him in a hug, saying, "I just heard about your play on the radio. I'm so proud of you!" "Uh, Mom? You're squishing me," Danny replied. She released him, and he quickly went down the hall to his room, eager to get away from the odd burst of motherly affection.

Once in his room, Danny turned to the flytrap sitting on a table next to his bed. Samantha II had been transported to a larger pot, for it was rapidly growing. Danny sat on his bed, and began to speak to the plant, as talking to it had become somewhat like a hobby of his. "Everything's going pretty good," he said to it, "So then why don't I feel happy?"

He glanced down at his hands, which were covered in Band-Aids. "Maybe it's from feeding you….can't be too happy with blood loss." Samantha II's leaves fell, and its pod drooped down. Danny sighed, and put a hand on top of the pod, as if he was petting a dog. "But it seems like you bring good luck, with that radio announcement and the play going well. Maybe things will get better."

Maybe things would get better. Or maybe they wouldn't.

Yay for my reviewers!

Divagurl277: Well, I updated, sorry it wasn't very quick.

DaydreamingTurtle: Ironic? Or an evil masterminded plan?

LaBOBuren: Dash is the dentist, yes, and he…I'll say no more. You'll have to wait.

Mdizzle: Ah, true, Danny may be better than the plant. Or not.

Axion-Pup: Yes, you should've seen that coming.

JadeRabbyt: You're wrong 'cause I said so. Yeah.