The next day, I was outside the Moon building, waiting for Danny and the crew to show up. If I was going to do this "Tommy" album at Amity Park, I had to assemble a band to back me up. Sam told me that they were musically talented and that they would bring instruments.
So there I was, strumming my guitar, and walking a few laps around the block like a walking troubadour. Eventually, after my third lap, I found the party, and we head inside to the receptionist. Sam had an electric guitar, Dani was blowing a harmonica, Danny said he would use the keyboard inside, and a couple of unnamed buddies pitched in on basses, saxes, and horns.

The receptionist looked up.
"Hello, Tom. The boss has been looking for you," she said
"Well, tell 'em I'm here and I got a crew," I said back.
So she picked up the phone.
"Mr. Cracker, Thomas Fay and party is at the front desk," then hung up, "Go right on in."

So we did. Graham Cracker was waiting for us, looking a bit heavy on the front (if you know what I mean). I shook hands.
"Cut the small talk, Fay. Who're these guys?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah!" I said quickly, "Say hello to Thomas Fay and the Danny Phantom Band."
"OHHHH. A rhythm-and blues accompanist band, eh?"
"You could say that. These guys have volunteered in my quest to covering the 'Tommy' album!"
"Can't wait to hear what you got, buddy," he said, pointing down the hall, "Your studio will be on the ninth door on the right. Good luck!"

We walked down the hall. Nearing the fifth door, I passed the ghost of Elvis.
"Hiya, king! Always good to greet the big-times!"
There was a pause, then he said "Do I know you?"
I gave him my promotional EP and carried on.

"Danny, you told Mom about the whole ghost situation. right?" I reminded him.
"Yeah. We're cool with it," said Danny, as we arrived at the ninth door.

The studio was larger than the one I used yesterday. We had enough room for the whole band, and there was an electric keyboard in the corner, as Danny expected. A band member without an instrument, named Murry, went to the booth, and assumed his position as producer.
"So what're we going to play first?" said Dani, having her harmonica at ready.
"You guys know 'Red Rooster'?"
They nodded yes.

So Murry started the tape and we began to play. Then when finished, we recorded "Stand by Your Man". I took the low notes, and Dani sang the high notes.
When we finished, I said "This is going on the single!"

Then there was a buzz on the phone. Murry answered it, then turned to us.
"Does anyone know this woman?" he asked
"That could be for me," I said, rushing up to the booth, "Who is it?"
"Someone who goes by Teriyaki Yoko."
I grabbed the phone from him.
"Hi, Egg-yolk."
"You're not seriously calling me that, are you?"
"Zat a problem?"
"No. I'm cool with it, hon."
"Good. Now what is it?"
"Well," she took a breath, "My contract for Pet Records ran out as well, and I was thinking of switching over to your label."
"Yeah, and?"
"I'm in the town and I need to know where it is."
"Oh, yeah!" I picked up a nearby business card, "Moon Records, 269 Farnsby Street."
"Thanks, Hon. I'll be seeing you."
"Okay. Take care, Egg-yolk!" I gave the phone back to Murry, and went back down to the stage.
"Egg-yolk? Are you seriously calling her that?" asked a suspicious Danny.
Turns out the intercom was on all the time. Murry blushed.

Now, back to recording "Tommy". The brass guys did the overdubs on "It's a Boy", then we did a full session of "1951", "Cousin Kevin" and "Sensation". Then I left the studio to wait for Teriyaki's arrival, leaving the band to do the instrumental "Sparks".

I went down to the receptionist and asked.
"Did Teriyaki Yoko come through here yet?"
"Yes."
"Tell her to come to Studio 9 when she's available."
The receptionist picked up the phone and paged for Yoko. I went back to the studio door, and waited. A couple of historical figures floated/walked by, and I greeted them.
Elvis Presley: "Elv! Good to see you again!"
John Lennon: "Hi, John. How is it?"
Carl and Dennis Wilson: "Good to see you together again!"
I didn't get any responses, probably because no one here knew who I was.

Then I saw Teriyaki Yoko leave her sound-stage. I waved her over, and she was delighted to see me.
"Ah, Tom honey," she said, "Nice to see you again. How you doin'?"
"Fine, I'm digging the new...UH-OH!"
I forgot Rammy was part of her accompanist band, because she was standing right BEHIND her, and pretty much lost it by now. I screamed, and ran into the studio booth.
"I thought you said he got your good side."
"Yeah, as long as he stops making chart-busters, but does he listen to me? NO!"
"Rammy," she said, "SIT ON IT!"

Teriyaki went into the booth while Rammy waited outside. The band already finished the instrumental, and was waiting for the next song.
"Egg-yolk, these are my new accompanists. The Danny Phantom Band."
"Nice to know 'em, hon. What's on the agenda now?"
"I was wondering if you had time, we could do a couple of 'Tommy' songs."
"Like what?"
"Like you sing on 'Acid Queen' and we duet on 'Sally Simpson'. How about that?"
"All right. Anything for my fellow musicians!"

The band applauded and we began to play, with Murry at the tape recorder. We shook hands, and all of us called it a day. Teriyaki, Sam, and I were waiting for a cab.
"So listen, if you come across this building called 'Fenton Works', I'm right next door, so pop in anytime you want."
"I'll think about it, hon," she said, and got into the cab. Sam got into another one, and I was waiting for the third.
Then I turned around and saw Rammy behind me.
"WOW!" I squealed.
"VILLAGE BOY! This is the last straw! You thought you'd never see me again so you could go on and make number-one hits, but you were WRONG! Now you're going to PAY!"
Just then a cab appeared, and I bolted inside.

Later at the pad, I wrote my postcard of the day.

Dear Wild Oscar,
How's it going, old village buddy? This Amity Park place is kinda cool, and they got a recording studio there. Sure it needs a few repairs, but other than that, it was fine. I'm looking forward to seeing you soon if I ever come back to the big apple.
Thomas Fay

I slipped the postcard in a nearby mail truck, and it went on its way.
It was true that I felt like I wouldn't see Rammy again, but I guess I put one over on her.