Disclaimer: See last chapter. I do own the song. Please tell me what you think of it.
Danny continued on his nightly patrol of Amity Park as an invisible Danny Phantom.
He had learned a lot during the one hour of tutoring with Sam. For example Robert Frost wrote Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening, just in time for his English test.
Hello, what's this, Danny thought. Somebody's living in the mansion? It's been abandoned for years. He shrugged, might as well check it out.
The inside was super fancy. It was filled with maids and butlers and a bowling ally.
On the second floor there was a old woman listening to punk rock. That raised some eyebrows in Danny's mind.
On the third floor there were two rooms.
He checked out one of the rooms. It was a huge stereo. There were speakers in the floor, in the walls and on the ceiling. Clearly it was made for total music immersion. He wished he could play some of his music in here.
He floated through the door of the other room on the third floor. He stood in awe of the mass of purple and black.
Each wall was a deep purple mixed in with a tiny bit of blue. The curtains were made of black lace and there was a black shag carpet. The bed was the most comfortable bed he had ever seen, a canopy bed with a huge purple comforter and with black lace curtains.
One wall was a huge bookcase filled with hundreds of books, all worn down with use. A sliding ladder was attached to the bookcase to reach the upper shelves. There were a ton of CD cases in the bottom three shelves.
As Danny walked over to look at this persons taste in music he heard the Voice for the first time.
The voice was emanating from behind a purple door, which he assumed lead to the bathroom. The Voice was at the chorus of a rock song Danny had heard on the radio a fews days ago.
It (She, he supposed. The Voice sounded feminine.) sang:
I wish I wasn't here
I wish I wasn't now
I wish I wasn't
Angry
So complicated
Misunderstood
I wish I wasn't -- me right now
'cause it's getting on my last nerve
I wish I wasn't--
Awkward
Spacey
Annoying
I wish I wasn't -- me right now
'cause its getting on my last nerve.
Danny went intangible through the window and flew home. As he lay down on his bed he thought about what he'd heard.
The voice was nearly indescribable. It was rich and soothing yet so filled with emotion. Whoever she was she sounded nice and friendly yet frustrated. He could totally relate to her. For some odd reason he felt a strong bond with her.
He smiled to himself.
Clearly this room and this voice was worth a few more visits.