"Do you know why I'm here?" the Phantom asked in a dulcet whisper.
"Er... no," Brandon replied, examining his surroundings. It was so dark that he could barely tell that he was in the band room. Through the darkness however, himself and the only other occupant seemed strangely illuminated.
"I won't tell you, then." She smirked.
"Why not?" asked Brandon who was still not wholly paying attention. How did he get in the band room, and why was he wearing his pajamas?
"I want to show you." The phantom came so close that he could feel her breath on his face. It was cold. She pressed her lips against his.
"Holy..." Brandon stumbled backwards and landed on his pillow. He looked up, but she was gone. The band room was gone. He was back in his dorm staring at his Greenday poster and listening to his roommate snore loudly. "What the hell was that?" Completely bewildered, he laid himself back down and pulled his covers over his head. He was reluctant to sleep again; that was too wierd a dream to want to experience again. However, as is often the case, sleep does not care whether you want it or not, and by morning it had stolen the memory of the night from him.