My "Tommy" project is almost complete, and pretty soon I'm gonna wrap it up for my stay in Chicago and back to the city. Emperor Zowie has been attending the recording sessions, and playing over some of the "Tommy" tapes, to my approval. He even went as far as writing his own song which he believed is destined to make the hit parade.
I got a phone call from Lammy and Rammy back in Rodneytown. Turns out they BOTH have a liking for They Might Be Giants, and loved my cover of "Don't Let's Start". The recent MilkCan album came in the mail yesterday.
As for the Danny Phantom Band in Amity Park, they finished up another album which they've just put in the mail. It has not shown up yet.
However, I noticed that Slim Guy, the head of Century Records, had his eyes on Teriyaki Yoko (the bug) recently. I'm not saying we're dating, but I just want to make sure the spot is open for me if we DO start dating. It's kinda like when Jerry Seinfeld met Keith Hernandez and started hitting on his ex-girlfriend Elaine.

Anyway, back to the present, me and the band were in Wayne's car, the Mirthmobile. Inside was Wayne and Garth at the wheel, and me, U-1, Egg-yolk, Slim Guy, Zowie, and three of Wayne's TV crew in the back. I understand the irony of it, that the Mirthmobile is a SMALL car. I felt this would be a good time to do some interrogation with Egg-yolk and Slim Guy.
"Okay, So:" I began, "Are you two having an affair?"
"Absolutely not," said Slim Guy.
"Then why have you been making some signs of affection on her for the last few days?"
"Well, you know. She's kinda sassy and sexy, and I kinda like her diner talk."
"Same here. But I saw her first, so there's no way you can snatch her from me."
"Tom?!" said Egg-yolk
I whispered into her ear, "He doesn't know much about us. This is only a cover-up."
"Oh," She turned to Slim Guy, "Yeah, Tom saw me first, hon, and I have a liking for him. He's got the long curly hair, and is from the Big Apple."
"I've been meaning to ask," I changed the subject, "Where did you get all the 'hon' talk?"
"I took a summer job at a diner one year."
Just as I thought!

The radio started playing a song that none of us went for.
"Turn it down!" exclaimed Zowie.
"How 'bout some Bohemian Rhapsody?" asked Wayne
We all raised our hands, and Wayne put the tape in. It was cued to the opera part, and we all sang different parts of it. Eventually, the car slowed down to a guy on a bench, bloated.
"Woah! It's Phil!" said Garth.
They both got out and confronted him. We saw the whole thing from the windshield.
"Phil, what are you doing here? You're partied out, man. AGAIN!"
"What if he honks in the car? We have more than we can carry!"
"Garth, no matter how many guests are in there, you got the no-honk guarantee."
We went "Eww!" as they started to drag Phil into the back-seat with us.
"Phil!" said Garth, pulling out something white, "If you're gonna spew, spew into this!"
"A paper cup?" said a confused Zowie.
So, for the rest of the way, the bloated Phil had his head on Egg-yolk's chest (to her chagrin). Most of us continued singing, but poor Phil kept yelling "Let me go!", which ironically enough, was part of the song!

When the song ended, we finally arrived at a place called Stan Mikita's donuts. We got out through the trunk door just as Phil was about to throw up from Egg-yolk's B.O. (?!) and head inside. Right away, Wayne saw his ex-girlfriend Stacey and turned away. We got a table for all ten of us (Phil was back in the car), and then I saw a light fixture go brighter and brighter until a familiar figure descended.

DANNY!

Flashing back to regular form, he went over to my spot and patted me on the back.
"Hiya, Tom! How's Chicago treatin' you?"
"Very well, thank you. I'm almost finished on 'Tommy'."
"Amazing! Where do you have to go next?"
"Back to New York, and you're on call-back any time now," I wrote something on a small napkin and gave it to Danny, "Give that to the guys. I'm moving you all the New York, including MilkCan..."
"MilkCan?"
"Another band I worked with... to finish the album."
"That's great! I'll pass that along."

Danny sat down between me and Egg-yolk.
"Well, Danny, I'm sure you've met Teriyaki Yoko," they shook hands, "and this is Wayne and Garth of TV's Wayne's World, U-1 and Emperor 'Zoe' of Planet Gitaroo, and Slim Guy of Century Records. Guys, this is Danny Fenton, of the Danny Phantom Band."
Then we heard phsyco music and Wayne looked up.
"and THAT might be Stacy."
"Hi, Wayne!" she said, going to our table.
"Stacy, we broke up last year."
"That doesn't mean we can't still go out, right?"
"Actually it does. Are you MENTAL?!"
She left, and another woman appeared. It was Garth's 'dream girl', and he was so in love, that he fell off his seat!

After all this commotion and goings-on, Egg-yolk and Slim Guy stood to leave. Seeing this as an opportunity to catch them on what they're really doing, I turned into a ghost and followed them in the cab. They arrived at my building and took the elevator up to their floor (I don't know how they got past Charles). I found the open apartment window and started to witness the scene.
Egg-yolk was standing with Slim Guy in the center of the room. She took off her dress, revealing her white undies underneath. They kissed for a while, then they sat down for a cup of tea. Slim Guy wanted to start kissing again, but Egg-yolk resisted. I guess she must've been thinking of me at that very moment.
I was so happy that she decided to stay on my side.
With that done, I flew up to my pad and to sleep.

I awoke the next morning, suddenly realizing I was still a ghost from last night. I wanted to have a little fun with this. I stood on the window ledge, and jumped. I flew upward and upward until I reached outer space. My speed got fasted and faster, and I went so fast that I made it to the edge of reality itself in 2 minutes flat!
I started to fly back and slowed down when I got to Earth. I splashed into Lake Michigan and went as far as the inner core of the planet, then backed up. When I emerged, I saw Egg-yolk in a swimsuit much like her dress. She was almost startled at my entrance, and nearly fainted, only to find that her head landed on PHIL!

LET US NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN!

With all my problems done and said, I head to the studio to work on the last few songs. After finishing "I'm Free", Zowie came in late and I gave him a chance to sing "Go to the Mirror". Again, I sang the "See Me, Feel Me" bits. Egg-yolk and Slim Guy came in while were playing back the song.
"I've been thinking about what you said last night, hon," she said, "And I just called it quits with Slim Guy."
"That's great, Egg-yolk," i said, pretending I didn't witness it, "I'm one song away toward completion. When we leave, I'm gonna write to the other bands and tell them to come on over to New York so we can do the grand finale."
The staff cheered. Then I turned to the good emperor.
"How about you, 'Zoe'? You wanna come with us to New York."
"I'd love to, but..." he said "My planet needs me or something. I only came to get Gitaroo Man, and I'm starting to feel a bit homesick."
Then I shook his hand, "Well, it was nice working with you. Keep on the good side!"
"Will do. Farewell, everyone," said Zowie, turning toward the door.
His cat was outside waiting, and then she spoke.
"Oh, DARN! I really though we would be going to the big apple itself!"
I giggled, gathered the session tapes, and made my way down to the lobby. The latest Gitaroo Men album came out with all my recent single material. I picked up a copy and went to the desk to resign from the label. I was ready to move back to New York.

Back at the pad, I packed all the boxes and prepared to leave tomorrow. I sat down to write some last-minute notes.

TO: MILKCAN c/o PET RECORDS
Dear Lammy,
I'm moving to New York to finish work on the "Tommy" project, and I encourage you to come and perform. You can move here full time if you want, and can show you some of all the hot spots.
Looking forward, Tom

TO: THE DANNY PHANTOM BAND c/o MOON RECORDS
Hey Danny.
"Tommy"'s almost done, and I need you and the band to finish it with us. You can move here full time if you want.
Tom

Then finally, I took out my last Chicago postcard.

Dear Short Martin,
I'm coming back soon! Tell your friends.
Love, Tom

I went downstairs to the mailbox, and then the doorman called me over. He handed me a note, and it says:

TV Station KTMA summons you for a solo performance at the studios. Please come at your earliest connivence.
Signed,
Dr. Laurence Erdhert and Dr. Clayton Forrester

The moving might have to wait for a few more days...