Sorry I haven't updated... I had the chapter written, but I was away from home and the internet connection was funkyand it wouldn't let me upload this chapter.
Also, I know what I want to do for the next chapter, but I don't know what shenanigans will occur in the chapter after that (Chapter 4). If anyone has any ideas, please tell me! Thank you!
Lindsay and Danny had been called to a scene at a theater on Broadway. During the dress rehearsal, the star was "killed" with a prop gun and a very loud sound effect. Unfortunately for the star, the prop had been switched out with a real gun. Lindsay felt right at home on the stage; in her youth, she had performed in almost every community or school production that came her way. Danny was obviously uneasy about the grandeur of the theater. "Danny, have you ever been to a performance or concert of something other than that heavy metal punk stuff you have on your iPod?" Lindsay inquired. Danny snorted, then replied, "I came down here and saw The Phantom of the Opera. It was OK, but I wouldn't go again. I also saw The Nutcracker, like the ballet, and that just creeped me out. Then my girlfriend dragged me to Carnegie Hall to see a joint performance of the New York City Opera and the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, and you couldn't get me to do that again for all the money in the world." Lindsay shot him a disapproving glare, but didn't let her real thoughts show on her face: "Ha! I know how I can get my revenge!"
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
Danny had been called to another scene, which gave Lindsay the perfect chance to carry out her plan. She slipped on a pair of rubber gloves before she started so that no one would know she was the culprit. Quietly, she tiptoed into Danny's lab and began to search for his iPod. She quickly found it, tucked away in a pocket of his gym bag. Carefully avoiding his stinky socks, she concealed the iPod in her pocket and walked back to her lab. Working rapidly now, she turned on her laptop and signed into the lab's network as Danny. She went into iTunes and stifled a giggle as she looked at his playlists: "The Rough Sects", "The Somebodies", "The Horseshoes", and six others with eyebrow-raising names. She noticed with satisfaction that she had nine CDs full of music with which to replace Danny's collection. Grinning, she got to work.
She started by renaming each of the existing playlists: "The Rough Sects 2", "The Somebodies 2", and so on. Then she created new playlists with the same name as the original playlists before she had changed them. Next, she counted the number of songs in each playlist and on each CD. She noted happily that each playlist had a corresponding CD with a very close number of songs. "With luck, he'll never notice," she thought. She then began the tedious task of changing each song name to match those of the original songs. She also changed the artist, the album, and the genre so that the songs appeared identical. She replaced each of the eight playlists of heavy metal, rock, and punk music with recordings of Beethoven's 5th and 9th Symphonies, random classical music by Mozart, Vivaldi, and Beethoven, a collection of the most famous arias such as Carmen and Tosca, and complete recordings of Les Misérables, 42nd Street, Chicago, The Phantom of the Opera, Rent, and West Side Story. Finally, she connected Danny's iPod to the computer, and made sure that only the playlists with her music and the original names transferred. "Perfect!" she said to herself as she quietly replaced Danny's iPod in his gym bag.
THE NEXT DAY
Danny walked into his lab and glanced around, searching for something to do. He chose to ignore the piles of paperwork on his desk and instead reached into his gym bag for his iPod. He placed the headphones in his ears and selected a playlist. Lindsay noticed this from her adjacent lab and subtly stopped working so she could watch. Danny leaned back in his chair and pressed "Play". A few seconds later, he sat bolt upright as the unmistakable opening bars of Les Misérables blasted into his ears. His eyes widened in bewilderment as he went through each playlist and encountered opera, instrumental classical music, and plenty of show tunes. He shot his iPod a startled glance and then looked into Lindsay's lab. She was silently laughing to herself as she hurried to get back to work as if nothing had happened. "I guess it's a war now, Montana," Danny mused. Then he set about formulating a plan for his next move.