Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, but I wish to God that I did.

Chapter one

Danny was excited. His first day at an after school camp! Yippee! He didn't care what the circumstances were; he just wanted to do something. He turned to his mom and smiled. "Now, dear, you be careful", Danny's mom said, handing him a ghost lunchbox. "Uh, Mom?', Danny asked, "Please don't do the ghost hunting thing. Not now!" "Okay, dear, if you say so", she added. "Now, there's your lunch, and here is your English Horn." She handed Danny a black case engraved with his name in gold. "Have a good first day, my little prodigy!" She kissed the top of his head and drove off. Danny ran - instrument in one hand, lunch in the other - to his class where he would learn how to play his instrument.

Danny entered the classroom, noting many different people running around. Two adults, presumably the conductors, talked about things. He heard his name get brought up and became nervous. What if the teachers were like Lancer? What if the kids didn't like him? Danny tried to run to his seat, but crashed into another kid.

Danny got up, noticing the kid he had collided with. She was running around, frantically trying to scoop up her papers and instrument. "Oh, I'm so sorry!", Danny apologized, helping the girl. The girl helped Danny up and said, "No, really, it's all right. It's just my instrument sometimes gets in the way." She held up a huge instrument that looked like it should be in war, not band. "Oh", Danny said, examining it. "So, what do you play?" "Bassoon", she answered meekly. "And you?" "English Horn", Danny answered proudly. "I'm Danny. Danny Fenton. Who are you?" "My name is Aryanna, but everyone calls me Aries. You know, we're kind of alike in a way," the girl answered. "How?", Danny asked. "Well, you play English Horn, and I play Bassoon", Aries explained. "So, we're woodwind buddies!" "Woodwind?", Danny asked. "Oh, you're a beginner", Aries noticed. "Me too!" She beamed at him, braces glinting on her teeth, the rubber bands purple and green in color. "Well, bye!", Danny said. "Bye, Danny!", Aries shouted back. Danny ran to his seat, careful not to hit anyone else.

Danny opened his instrument case, grabbing what he assumed was the bell of his instrument. He clumsily fitted the joints together, and then reached for the reed. He soaked it in his mouth, noting the weird feel to it. That, he assumed, he would get used to. The students chatted among themselves, until a man in a sweater and jeans walked onto the podium and tapped his baton on the stand. "Okay, okay, settle down everyone", he yelled above the din. The students fell quiet. "Hello, everyone, my name is Mr. VeGan, pronounced 'vay-gan', not 'vee-gan'. Welcome to the first day of Band Camp!" A few students clapped. "Now, this camp is approximately one month long and has a mandatory concert at the end of it, which you will be performing in." The crowd of students became restless. "Oh, but not yet. First, we're going to take at least two weeks to understand our instruments and then we will take a week to perfect our skills. Lastly, the rest of the month will be devoted to getting ready for our concert. You are expected to practice your instrument nightly." Mr. Vegan ended his speech and began to talk about notes and rhythms. Danny listened attentively. This was more interesting than what they were learning in Lancer's class, that was for sure!

Five weeks later, Danny knew what everyone knew: Notes, rhythms, fingerings, tempos, what all the symbols and words meant, and yes, he even had sheet music. He was impressing his family with his prowess. Hey, maybe this whole band geek thing isn't so bad after all, he decided that night before bed. Little did he know that tomorrow would be very different from the past few weeks.

(To tune of "the Nutcracker Suite")

Diddle, diddle doo, doo, doo, doo, dooo,

The ending's la-ame and I know it,

I don't really ca-are,

I don't really ca-are,

Diddle, diddle doo doo doo doo dooooo DOO!

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blaaaah

I don't give a da-a-ang about flames

Ple-ease just review, please

Ple-ease just review please

Tha-anks from me!