I woke up the next morning, thinking this would be another uneventful day. Then the phone rang. It was Danny.

"The recording studio is all booked up," he said, "So I was thinking of band practice at my place. What do you say?"
"Okay. I'll be right over," I said, good naturedly.
I went out with my guitar in hand to the next pad over. There was a strange automobile with crawler tracks for wheels, which I supposed was the family's car. It was gone today, so I suggest the parents are out. I went in and down the stairs to the basement.

I saw the band members scattered about the place, along with ghost-catching equipment and amplifiers. The large round thing mounted on the wall must've been the portal Danny was telling me about. Anyway, I joined Danny and Dani at the microphones up front.
"We were just dueting 'Mama Don't Dance' before you got here," explained Dani, "and we were waiting for you so we could record."
"So you got yourself a Loggins and Messina act, eh?" I exclaimed, "Well good for you."
I stroked the back of my hand alongside Dani's cheek. She giggled.

I walked to the back to Murry's (the producer) booth and turned on the tape recorder. I went back to the front, and grabbed my guitar. Murry gave us the signal, and we began to sing. They sounded almost LIKE Loggins and Messina.

At the end, I went back to the recorder and switched it off, but on my way back, I tripped on a cord. The portal zapped off, revealing its inner workings. I went inside and checked. There was the On/Off switch. I pressed Off for safety. I didn't notice that Murry plugged the portal back in.
I heard Danny mutter "Here we go again..." as I checked the switch.
I pressed On, and the portal went on with a flash.

My eyes slammed shut from the blinding light, and finally I slid out against the waxed floor.
Several of the band members yelled "Tom, can you hear me?"
I could only respond in song, still with eyes closed.

See me,
Feel me,
Touch me,
Heal me!

Eventually, I woke up, band members watching. I looked down. The color on my clothes turned white-on-black. Negative.
"That's the same thing that happened to me!" said Danny, "You're half ghost now."
"WOW!" I squealed.

I was speechless. I jumped up, but didn't fall back down. I could learn to like this...
Anyway, the rest of the band members left, leaving the room empty except for me, Danny, and Dani. They gave me the 101 on ghost flying and walking through walls, and importantly, how to turn back to normal. (Also, I can't take my ghost garb off, so I have to use the bathroom before I do so) I got the hang of it, and after turning back, I took my guitar and left.

I walked through the door to find that my answering machine was beeping. I played the message.

"Hello, Tom. This is Graham Cracker. Danny probably told you that the studio was used up this morning. Well, It's clearing up as I speak, and I was wondering if you still want to drop by and record. So give me a call, eh?"

There was a beep, and another message.

"Hey, I got this number from Teriyaki Yoko. I hope this is the right number, and if it is, I'm leaving a message for Thomas Fay. Tom, I have a copy of Thomas Fay and the Danny Phantom Band, and I like this stuff. I understand you're the bandleader, and I was wondering if you were open for a photo shoot for next week's copy of our magazine, the Watchtower. Anyway, call me back if you're in."

I decided to answer this guy's call, and also Graham Cracker. I went to the phone, but it rang again. I answered it.

"Hello?"
"This is Rammy. I'm onto you and your i**** ghost friend. When would it be a good time for you to..."

I hung up. If Rammy was going to threaten me, she would've done it personally rather than over the phone.

ANYWAY...

I called Danny and the band and told them about the magazine photoshoot. Then I called the magazine to tell them I accept. They told me the location would be outside the local Chipotle.
At the Chipotle we had our pictures taken in various poses, then came the individuals of Danny, Dani, and me, in both human and ghost forms.

"Excellent", said the photographer, "The boss is gonna like you guys! You'll be the cover article!"

I tipped him with a 20 and we moved on to the studio. The first two people I saw were the receptionist and Teriyaki Yoko.
"Thanks for giving the magazine my phone number, Egg-yolk."
"Anything for my friends, hon."

Then I turned to the new elevator that was said to be installed this morning. I pressed the button for UP, and the band prepared for entry. We entered but was pushed out by the elevator operator...CHARLES.
"You thought you'd never see me again. BEAT IT, WIMP!" he said a la Lorenzo Music.
So we took the stairs, and into the nearest vacant sound stage. We recorded "Welcome", "Fiddle About", and "Tommy's Holiday Camp" for the "Tommy" project, then cut "Heroes and Villains" and "I Got You, Babe" for any upcoming albums.

Later that night, at Chipotle, I was with Danny, Dani, and Sam (Remember, she's in the band too), telling them about how I got the phone call for the magazine.
"Lucky," said Sam, "I had a previous experience with a magazine. Danny did the pictures."
Danny just blushed.
Then I heard a taxicab come to a halt. I couldn't see through the curtains that covered the low half of the window. It was Teriyaki Yoko. She went over to my booth.
"Sorry I'm late, hon," she explained, "I had beef with Rammy about you."
"And?"
"She says she's out to kill you."

We all ducked beneath the table. Teriyaki peeked out through the curtain.
"Is she there?"
"Yes."

Rammy was outside the window, middle finger at the ready, waiting for us to make our move. I spotted a police man over by the pick-up counter. I quickly slipped out and walked over.
"Excuse me sir," I said, "But there's a ram outside waiting to attack me, and I was wondering if you can escort me to a cab."
"Just give a minute. I was thinking of getting a burrito."

I slowly walked back.
"He's going to get a burrito," I said.
I turned around, but the cop said
"I'd like a quesadilla."
I walked back over to him.
"What are you doing? You said you were getting a burrito!"
"Well, I thought of eating light, so I'm getting a quesadilla."
"Make it quick, but enjoy," I said.
I turned back to the table, but went back to the cop and slipped something in his ear.
"You know, a burrito can be very filling!"

I went back to the table, and crouched down at avoid Rammy seeing me.
"Is she still out there?"
Teriyaki peeped out again and nodded.
"I remembered something," said Danny, "A good ghost power is possessing somebody else. Maybe you can do that and lure Rammy away."

So I turned into a ghost, flew through the window, and into Rammy. Now in her body, I ran her around to the other opposite side of the block, then flew out and back to the table.
"Thanks for the tip!"

We stood up to leave, and flew home, leaving Sam and Teriyaki back at Chipotle to wait for a cab.

At home, I wrote a postcard.

Hi, Short Martin,
I understand you have a thing about ghosts. Well, I was sabotaged earlier today, and not I'm half ghost. Don't freak out, cause I'm not overly-using it. Anyway, I'm digging Amity Park, and if I come back, I might see you no longer short.
Thomas Fay

I slipped the postcard in the nearby mailbox, and locked the door so Rammy can't get in.