Authors Note: I love writing these thingies. Thank you lovely people who like DP. I'm glad you've stuck with me for so long. Thank you reviewers and readers. You are awesome. I feel so loved to have 3000+ hits on this. I'm not worthy. Thank you Jet92. I feel very flattered. This is the edited version of this chapter. I read it over and had to change it and repost it.

Disclaimer: I have to write one. I don't own the Tango: Maureen. Or iPods.

Danny flew over to Sam's house that night. He said his purpose was because he needed to invite Sam to the park thingy but really he wanted to hear her sing again. For some reason, listening to her became a very calming habit for him. He just wished she would be okay after what had happened earlier.

I just won't let her see me. He thought.

Sam wasn't in her room. He checked the clock. It was 8:00 pm. She was usually in her room or in the shower by now, but then again, it was Saturday. She might have a different schedule.

Danny searched the whole house for Sam. It was completely empty. Her grandmother, parents and servants were all missing. Weird, he thought. Sam didn't mention this at school.

He finally found Sam in the kitchen. She was sitting at the counter on an extremely, beat-up wooden stool going through mail as she listened to her iPod. Sam was wearing a pair of jazz pants and a maroon tank top. She was humming along to the song she was listening to, but Danny didn't recognize it.

She suddenly stopped and stared at a square envelope. A smile spread across her face. Danny flew over so he could read it over her shoulder. It was one of those envelopes used to send discs through mail. This one was addressed to Sam in purple glitter ink.

Sam was beaming. She ripped open the envelope and ran over to the stereo on the far counter. She inserted the disc, pressed play and stood near it, as if anxious to here what would come out.

Danny was startled when instead of music four girl's voices came over the speakers. Sam grinned up at the ceiling, delighted with this contact with her friends.

All voices: Hi Sam!

Voice 1: What's up in Amity Park? Seen any ghosts yet? Wait…How weird did that just sound.

Voice 2: Of course she has! It's home to Inviso-bill. (sigh) He's so cute.

Danny went bright red. Wow. Girls in New York think I'm cute.

Voice 1: Kat, you know how weird Sam gets over the subject of Inviso-bill. Stop it. And why are you crushing on a ghost? That's sick and wrong!

Sam threw her head back and laughed.

Voice 3: Quit bogarting the mic, you two! Anyway, Huzzah for me for learning how to work this thing!

Voice 4: (extremely sarcastic) Huzzah. So Sam, how's my fellow goth girl? Don't let the colors get to you.

Voice 1: You're so dark all the time.

Voice 4: What part about "gothic" is it that you don't understand?

Voice 2: How's Danny? And Tucker? And Henry? You've got quite a love life going on over their, huh? Just kidding! Danny's probably listening in, right?

Danny's stomach dropped and his face went pale.

Voice 3: You never told us how he does that anyway. Has he bugged your home?

Kat (Voice 2): Stalker alert!

Voice 1: Stop bugging her guys. She would thoroughly beat up any guy who was stalking her. Remember Colin?

Voices 2, 3, 4: Ouch.

Voice 4: He's still got the scar on his nose. Ha Ha!

Sam nearly fell to the floor from laughter.

Voice 3: And yet he still bugs us everyday to ask where you are.

Kat (Voice 2): That's flattering and creepy!

Voice 4: We're going to send you books in the next package. Yes, I'm going to include some of my "old" books, as you call them.

Voice 2: (whispered) Don't worry. I'm sending fantasy fiction along as well. You don't have to read Edgar Allen Poe.

Voice 4: I HEARD THAT!

Voice 2: I JUST REMEMBERED! You have to send a picture of the outfit Emma picks for the Dance.

Voice 3: I am probably going to laugh really hard. Sam's going to wear a dress and it's not floor length. What's she going to do?

Danny was confused. Emma's picking Sam's dress? Why?

Voice 1:This is Alex, saying yes, I am still wearing two tons of jewelry everywhere.

Kat (Voice 2): This is Kat saying yes, I still have allergies to everything and I am still the biggest book-worm ever.

Voice 3: This is Erica saying yes, I still…..hmm…I can't think of one. I'll get back to you later.

Voice 4: This is Chloe. I'm still as gothy and sarcastic as ever and I ENJOY old books, so shut up.

All: Bye!

Sam went to turn off the stereo when Alex said.

Alex: Wait! The rest of the CD is occupied by a mix of songs, compiled by moi. You'll love them.

Chloe: And because you told us you hadn't heard it in so long….

All: Shut UP!

Sam laughed and smiled broadly. She thought, My friends rule. She walked over and paused the CD.

Danny said, "Wow."

Sam smiled, "I know. They love doing stuff like this. Last time, the letter was written in the margins of The Phantom of the Opera script." They went through it correcting Everyone's lines to say stuff like, 'How could you resist my sexy sideburns and long, wavy locks?'"

Danny laughed, then floated to the floor and reappeared. "You knew I was here the whole time, didn't you?"

"Yep!" She sat back down on her stool and continued to go through the mail.

"How?"

Sam stopped and thought. "I don't know. When I was opening the envelope I just thought, Danny's here." She shrugged.

"That's weird."

"Thank you, Danny. I feel so loved."

"Why aren't your parents home?"

Sam shrugged. "They're not usually. When they are they try to get me to wear pink dresses, so I'm not complaining." She looked at the floor and said, "It would be kinda nice to have them home, though." She looked up and smiled at Danny. "But Gram rules."

"Why's Emily picking your dress?" Danny leaned against the counter.

Sam shrugged. "We made a deal."

Danny was suspicious. "What deal?"

"I don't remember. Hey, do you want to listen to some music?"

"Sam."

Sam sighed. "Emma likes Tucker, but she was afraid to ask him so I said she could pick out my outfit if she did."

Danny started laughing. "She…was afraid…to ask Tucker? Are we talking about the same Tucker? Tucker, the guy who asked every single girl in school for a date twice?"

Sam walked right up to him. "Don't tell." She said, glaring.

"I won't." Danny sighed.

"Good."

Sam walked back to her seat. Danny's eyes followed her back. He never realized Sam actually had curves.

Sam saw where he was gazing and said, "Danny, the staring has got to stop. It's really creeping me out." Danny blushed bright red and mumbled something unintelligible. "So," Sam said. "What did you have to ask me?"

"Oh! Um. Will you meet me in the park tomorrow, at ten?" Danny looked at her through his bangs hopefully.

Sam smiled, "OK. Where?"

"You know where the three trees meet over the path?"

"Yeah."

"There."

"OK." Sam paused and then glared at him. "Paulina's going to be there, isn't she?"

"How did you know?"

Sam looked confused again and shrugged. "I don't know, Danny. I can just see what you're thinking."

"OK. What am I thinking about now?" Danny screwed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate.

Sam shut her eyes for a second. "You're trying to focus on your costume for Wicked, but a picture of me keeps on popping up." Sam gave him a weird look. "And now you're embarrassed and focusing on a picture of Paulina in a bikini."

"That is really creepy." Danny raised his eyebrows.

"Not as creepy as inviting me to spend the day with Paulina." Sam folded her arms and raised an eyebrow at Danny.

"Look, she wants to make friends, okay? Just try."

Sam sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Danny, I-"

Danny put on puppy eyes. "Pleeease?"

Sam sighed and looked at the ceiling. "Fine."

"Yay!" Danny shot through the ceiling, in ghost mode.

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Later, Danny couldn't get to sleep. He went to go watch Sam for a little while.

Sam was listening to the CD her friends had sent her. A song was just ending, and her friend Alex cam back on.

Alex: Hi! It's me again. This song I'm sending to you because I know that there's no dance program there. What's up with that? What will our goth girl do without her weird, un-rehearsed dancing? So get up off that chair and dance badly. You know you want to…

Sam laughed and got up. Her eyes widened as she recognized the song and she raised an eyebrow. Danny listened. It sounded like a tango song. Sam lifted her hands over her head and held one foot arched in front of her.

A man and a woman were singing. They both sounded angry. (Mman, Wwoman)

W: This is weird.

M: It's weird.

W: Very weird

M: Frickin' weird.

W: I'm so mad, I don't know what to do.

Fighting with microphones,

Freezing down to my bones,

And to top it all off, I'm with you.

M: Feel like going insane?

Got a fire in your brain?

And you're thinking of drinking gasoline?

W: As a matter of fact-

M: Honey, I know this act.

It's called the 'Tango Maureen'.

The man continued to sing.

Sam had her eyes closed. She was rolling her hips and mouthing along with the words. She seemed to be completely improvising instead of dancing actual steps. She walked around and would spin, run her hands through her hair and roll her shoulders. She was simply swaying her body. It seemed like she was simply caught up in the scene playing out in her head.

Danny found this incredibly sexy. He floated just outside her window, entranced in this dance.

M: And you toss and you turn,

'Cause her cold eyes can burn

Yet you yearn and you churn and rebound.

W: I think I know what you mean.

M: The Tango Maureen!

Sam was smiling. She was acting along with the lines. She was mainly walking around the room, swinging her hips to the beat. Danny phased through the window to sit on her window ledge.

The singers went silent for a while and then started talking to each other. It was mainly tango music playing.

Sam continued to dance. Danny got up and left near the end of the song. He needed to think. He was starting to look at Sam differently, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.