This show struck me because of its really cool premise, so I thought I'd take a crack at an origin story.

Disclaimer: Dude, That's My Ghost! belongs to Jan Van Rijsselberge and Disney XD

Dude, That's My Origin!

Chapter 1

Top of the Charts

"15 minutes Mr. Cobra!" A stagehand shouted into the dressing room before running off.

"Coming!"

A tall, slim, handsome 27 year old man with gelled, spiky black hair adjusted his hat in the mirror. He smiled and winked at his reflection. "Lookin' good."

The rock star then grabbed his guitar resting on a sofa and began warming up. "Ha, still got it." He set his guitar down and walked to the door. He peered outside to make sure no one was there before closing and locking it.

"'Course the Cobra can't bring the house down without a little venom, now can he?"

He grabbed a backpack hanging off a chair and dug around until he took out a plastic bag filled with nose candy. The rock star sat down on the sofa and poured a few grams onto the coffee table. He then used his guitar pick to arrange the powdered pile into lines. "Baby, come to Billy!"

He began snorting the dust line by line. The second it hit his nose, the dopamine rushed into his brain like lightning.

"OoooOOAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He screamed as the high took over him. He stashed his bag of snow back into his pack and then grabbed his guitar. He was nearly out the door when the stagehand returned.

"Mr. Cobra, you're-"

Billy grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. "Yes, YES! I'M SO READY FOR THIS! WOOOOOOO!" Billy then ran past the man, toward the stage.

The man just stood there, a little freaked out. "Uh, okay."

The star ran faster toward the stage. His entire body felt like it was slowly transcending space and time.

"LIVE AT HOLLYWOOD ARENA. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MAY WE PRESENT ROCK STAR EXTRAORDINAIRE—BILLY! JOE! COBBRRRAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The star ran past the sound crew and power slid onto the stage. His whole body, floating like air, was instantly hit with a high even greater than the strongest coke: the explosive applause of 700,000 fans—all screaming for a piece of the Cobra.

He grabbed the microphone already set up at center stage. "WHAT IS UP HOLLYWOOD?!"

The applause and screams of nearly 1 million fans boomed throughout the arena. "ARE YOU READY FOR THE COBRA?"

The audience's screams of excitement and joy hit the star's high-flying body like an endless wave of ecstasy.

The star began rocking out on his guitar. The sound of the guitar shredding, along with the audience's cheers, created a pulse of pure high that launched his mind into nirvana. He was barely thinking about anything at the moment, and yet his fingers continued to play as if they were a separate entity. His mind was warping; his body began beating like a thousand drums.

The fans were going crazy. Billy's fingers, still moving on their own, began playing 11th level chords. The drums beating on his body picked up the beat, growing louder, faster, stronger. His brain was pounding and beating along with his heart. The sound of the crowd's cheers began drowning out to what seemed like the intense explosion of Billy's soul.

The pounding grew stronger. Billy's mind barely noticed it, but his body could feel it. His heart was pounding. Faster. Faster. His music was blowing the crowd away. Faster. He couldn't feel a thing, yet it was like he could sense his mind and body splitting apart to the deafening rhythm of the beating. He couldn't even hear his guitar anymore.

Billy's heart was now beating at warp speed. His mind was racing faster than light. He understood everything and nothing at the same time. His entire body was numb, yet he could sense the beat.

Suddenly, the feeling came back. Billy's body began shaking and spazzing; the crowd didn't notice. The beating grew faster. Billy's chest felt like it was melting from the inside. Faster. His mind was screaming in pain, nirvana was catching up to him. Yet his hands continued to play the guitar; they were completely un-phased. Billy's heart felt like it was trying to jump out of his chest. His mind felt like it was imploding. He tried to think, but his brain had initiated total shutdown.

"What-is-"

Billy's hands finally stopped playing. He collapsed onto the stage, falling onto the ground with his guitar in tow.

The crowd of superfans began screaming as security and stage crew rushed over to the star.

"He's not breathing!" One of the equipment hands shouted.

Billy's manager shoved his way to the pop star, laying on center stage. "Billy? Billy wake up baby, c'mon! Somebody get an ambulance over here!" Billy's manager shouted amid deafening screams and panic echoing around the arena. "Billy? Billy can you hear me?"