Hi! I'm back. This is pretty short, but that's mainly because there's only one song in this one. But next chapter is going to have at least three, so it's don't abandon this story.

Danny suppressed a yelp and concentrated on not fazing through the couch. Sam was sitting across from him, a guitar rested on her leg. It looked like she was studying him, trying to place his face.

Danny cleared his throat. "Hi, Sam."

Sam tilted her head to the right and smiled a little. But she didn't look too happy. "You grew out your hair."

Danny's hand flew to the top of his head, as if he was just realizing it himself. "Yeah, I guess."

Sam's thumb ran across the guitar strings as she watched him. Danny was just taking in her appearance. She had only grown a couple of inches, but she looked more mature. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and she was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with safety pins all over them. She looked completely normal, and yet thoughtful and composed at the same time. But Sam held herself a little differently. She looked tougher, almost but sad.

He spotted a huge bag by the door. "What's that?" He asked.

Sam turned her head to see what he was looking at. She smiled. "My fan mail."

Danny's eyes got huge. "Are you serious? That many people write to you?"

Sam relaxed a little, leaning against her edge of the couch. "Yeah. Some people tell me how much my songs touched them, but most of them are teen-boy love letters."

Danny felt something gnaw at the pit of his stomach. So that's what the concierge meant. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Danny asked. He had never been one for being subtle.

Sam tucked a stray lock behind her ear. "Well, there is this one guy I've been seeing on and off, but we're really not that serious" She laughed. "However, according to Cosmo, I'm pregnant with his child and am planning to retire to Old Greenwich to live out my days as a caring housewife."

Danny burst into laughter. He felt tears gathering at his eyes. "You? A housewife? How delusional are these people?"

Sam smiled at him. "Yeah. I had my agent fix that one up. But, seriously being a celebrity helps me get my point across. I mean, a lot more people listen to me now." Her smile darkened a little, and she looked down at her guitar, running her fingers down the silver strings.

Danny felt a little uncomfortable. "So...I heardyou on theradio."

Sam didn't look up from her guitar. "Yeah. Tucker told me."

Danny felt the question burst from him. "Did you really mean that?"

Sam shot him a quick glance before looking back down before. She whispered, "I did when I wrote it." She raised her head to look at him. He could see tears gathering in her eyes. "Now, I'm not so sure."

His heart sank. Danny put out a hand to touch her cheek, but Sam pulled away. "I've got to go." She said before running out of the room, guitar in hand.

Tucker walked in as Sam exited. He sat down and said, "Okay. Spill. What did you say?"

Danny explained their conversation. He looked hopelessly at Tucker. "What did I do wrong?"

Tucker ran a hand through his hair. "Dude, Sam probably thinks you pity her, or something."

Danny looked disgusted. "How could she think that?"

"Well, you never actually told her you liked her." Tucker pointed out.

Danny sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm going to get her." He walked out of the room. After a second he stuck his head back inside. "Which room?"

Tucker didn't look up from the speakers he was fiddling with. "Straight down the hall."

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Danny stood outside the room taking deep breaths. You can do this. Its just Sam. Just knock, apologize and leave. It's simple. Danny raised a hand and was a bout to knock on the door, when he heard strains of singing coming from inside.

Danny made his head invisible and stuck it through the door. There was Sam, sprawled on her bed, guitar resting on her stomach. She was picking out some gentle chords while staring out the window. She was singing softly.

It's not me that's changed, it's you,

And what am I supposed to do.

You want your life back after you threw it all away.

They seem ready to take what they can get

But, honey, I'm not like that.

You may at last feel the same,

But I still feel the pain.

How can I endure this?

So long I've asking for this.

And now it's right in front of me.

And I'm not sure I like what I see.

Give him a chance, they'll say.

He just seems so blown away.

The boy came back with stars for eyes

Even after his no-goodbyes.

I want it back too.

But, now, who are you?

Are you who I want you to be?

Or what I always dread I'll see?

How can I endure this?

So long I've asking for this.

And now it's right in front of me.

And I'm not sure I like what I see.

For so long you've been gone.

Taking my life along.

So at last, you've come home.

I'm still standing all alone.

Sam looked sadly out the window. Danny pulled his head out of the door. He walked down the hallway, feeling lower than low.

He sat down on the couch again. Tucker looked up long enough to say, "So, how did it go?"

Danny glared at him. "Tucker, I can't take it right now. Just blabber to me about something. Anything."

Tucker gave him an amused look. "I remember when you used to do this."

Danny glared at him.

Tucker laughed and turned back to his work. "Okay. Did you know Sam has been dating Jake on and off for the past year?"

Danny curled up on the couch. "Please avoid the subject of Sam."

"Well, our next album will be out in two years. I proposed to Valerie in front of a Barnes and Noble. And tomorrow night, we're putting on a huge show, so that would probably be the best time to apologize."

Danny laughed a little. Then he sat up quickly. "Wait. How did you know I wanted to apologize to Sam?"

Tucker rolled his eyes and reached for a screwdriver. "Whenever you have a spat, it's usually you who ends up apologizing. That or learning the much needed moral."

Danny laughed. "I guess you're right, Tuck. But how should I apologize?"

"Dude, it's a concert. Have you thought of a little music?"

"Dude, there's no way I could sing in front of all those people. Especially at a Ghost Chaser's concert." Tucker kicked Danny in the side. He sat up. "What the heck was that for!"

"Danny after the concert, we're going on tour. If you want to come with us on good terms with Sam, you're going to have to apologize with a bang."

Danny sat there, thinking about it.

Tucker smiled at him. "I can get Valerie to help writing the lyrics."

"No way. If I'm going to go onstage and totally embarrass myself, I'm embarrass myself to my own song, not somebody else's."

Tucker grinned and shrugged. "Whatever, dude. I just can't wait to hear it. I'll tape it for you."

Danny through a pillow at him as he ran out the door.