Danny had spent all of lunch fighting ghosts and now, sitting in fourth period drama, he was exhausted. Tucker sat beside him, not paying attention to the slightly overweight teacher rambling on the stage before them.

It was none other than Mr. Lancer; the bane of Danny's high school career. Something hit the back of Danny's head as the A-Listers snickered, probably a piece of one of their leftover lunches.

"—Danny Phantom," Mr. Lancer finished his spiel and waddled to the edge of the stage, his voice flat as a blown tire.

Danny's head shot up at the mention of his alter-ego, "Tucker," He whispered, "What's going on?"

"Sleeping again, Mr. Fenton?"

"N-no, sir." The Fenton in question answered quickly, cringing when his voice cracked.

Mr. Lancer simply made skeptical, "Hmmph," sound at the back of his throat before continuing; "As I was saying, this year Casper High's most popular club, the 'PhanClub', chose the theme of this year's school play, 'The Musical –Danny Phantom'. Written, directed, and acted by Paulina Phantom." Lancer squinted at the slip of paper in his hand, "I'm sure she meant Sanchez."

The Latina teen stormed onto the stage with a toss of her long, dark hair, "As Mr. Lancer was so…vividly summing up, our drama class will be performing my musical, directed by none other than me."

Danny sighed, resting his head back down on the auditorium table, "Wake me up when this hell's over." Tucker merely snorted at his friend's dramatic tone, his ever present PDA caressed fondly in his chocolate brown fingers.

"So today we'll be holding casting trials for all the boys to see who has the looks, talents, and, most importantly, body, to pull off Danny Phantom!" One of the A-Listers, a blonde by the name of Star, swooned at Paulina's words.

Dash shot out of his seat, his red letterman jacket flapping in his haste, "No need, I'm the perfect guy for the job."

Danny and Tucker chuckled softly; Dash was a full two heads taller than Danny and of a totally different build.

"All the boys will be auditioning, though I already have a pretty good idea of who'll get the part," Paulina smiled and winked at Dash, giving him a thumbs up.

"So subtle," Tucker remarked dryly, not even bothering to glance up from his PDA.

Mr. Lancer pulled a black and white folder from the stage's podium and held it aloft, "Here we have the complete character list and script. Don't worry if you don't get a spotlight part; we'll need plenty of set designers and light technicians."

At the word 'tech' Tucker snapped to attention, "I volunteer as tribute, Mr. Lancer!"

"Dork," Dash snickered. Though from the cascade of giggles the comment spurred from the other A-Listers you'd think he'd actually said something intelligent.

"For the last time," Paulina preached from the stage, "We'll be assigning roles to once all the boys have been tried."

"I'm black," Tucker stated with a perfect poker face, "Last I checked DP was white."

"Continue with that attitude and you'll be joining young Fenton in detention, Mr. Foley." Lancer gave him a pointed glare before asking, "Any other commentators?"

Nobody answered; it was best not to mess with Lancer when he was in one of his 'moods'.

"Then let's get started!" Paulina screeched excitedly. As soon as the words were in the air a wisp of blue condensation slipped from Danny's mouth. With a heavy sigh he raised his hand,

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

Mr. Lancer narrowed his eyes at the raven haired teen. "I don't know, can you?"

The assembled student body withheld a groan. Nobody liked a wisecracking teacher.

"Please?" Danny asked wearily.

Lancer snapped a quick, "Fine."

Danny took off, pushing the heavy auditorium doors open with a surprising show of strength. He slipped into the darkness of a nearby maintenance closet and muttered the familiar words, barely able to stand up straight, "Goin' ghost."

Two rings of pure light extended from his midsection, travelling over a simple white tee with jeans and leaving black and white in their place. Large white boots and gloves covered his hands and feet while a belt of the same hue encircled his waist.

With a twitch of his mind, much like how an average person moved a finger, the boy was intangible, passing through Casper High's few floors completely invisible.

He paused when he reached the roof, the green glow his eyes gave off lost in the bright afternoon sun. A voice accompanied by a flash of light sounded to his left, "Beware!"

Danny Phantom smiled, his grip on the Fenton Thermos loosening; this would be a piece of cake.