Okay. I know this is a short Chappie, and It has been a long time since I updated this story . At least I updated it right?
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Chapter 3
The lights were slowly turning off in the theatre, be it candle or electric. In the dressing room, Sam changed out of her dress and was ready to leave when an almost hypnotic voice was heard.
"He's an insolent boy, a slave of fashion. Basking in your glory. Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor. Sharing in my triumph." the voice said. Even though it has been a while since she heard it, she remembered it.
"Angel? Is that you? I'm listneing. Stay by my side and guide me. I'm sorry you hade to see that. I was weak, forgive me. Please enter, master." she said to the voice.
"Sweet child you shall know me and why I hide in the shadows. Look at the mirror. I'm there inside." the voice said. Sam turned towards the mirror to see a figure with a black outfit and a white mask over the right side of his face. Under his spell, she began walking to the mirror.
"Angel of music guide and guardian, please give me your glory. Please come to me strange angel." she said as he held out his hand. Danny finally changed and reached the dressing room door.
"I am your angel of music. Come to me: Angel of music." a voice from inside said.
"Sam? What's going on? Who's in there?" he asked worried. The voice repeated itself over and over again. Danny tried turning the knob to open the door, but it didn't open. Then, his ghost sense went off, but instead of turning bright blue, it turned and ecto-plasm green.
"I'm going ghost!" Danny said. A light appeared around his waist and began to turn him into Danny Phantom. He became intangible to go through the door, but instead felt what was like a million volts course through his body. He fell to the ground and turned back into himself.
"What? A ghost shield?" Danny said, "No. Sam!" he punded on the door to try to get her attention. Sadly, Sam was already in the clutches of the strange ghost. It led Sam down a hallway and deep under the theatre, into a lari of some sorts with a pipe organ in one corner, candles everywhere, and a bed in the shape of a swan with red silk sheets. Sam passed out when she reached this room. Carfeully, the ghost lifted Sam over to the bed. With a wave of his hand it was surrounded with a blue glow.
"Soon, Samantha, with your help, I'll be no longer using this ghost as a host for my phantom body. With your talent, I will finally be a ghost and watch you without her help." the ghost said.
With that, he turned away from her and contiued to write an opera.