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Depths	By : Chickzilla18 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. I made no money or profit in the making of this Fanfic.

Chapter List
- 1-Mortality
- 2-Fishing
- 3-Feed
- 4-Tough Love
- 5-Depths
- 6-Desperation
- 7-Deep Trouble
- 8-Virtually Proven
- 9-Troubled Intentions
- 10-Paradise Lost
- 11-Place in Hell
- 12-Stronger
- 13-Sacrafice
- 14-Face
- 15-Void
- 16-New
- 17-Student
- 18-Heat
- 19-Firework
- 20-Christmas
- 21-Ugly
- 22-Hysterics
- 23-Record
- 24-Visitor
- 25-Beat
- 26-Rights
- 27-Feel It
- 28-Hurt
- 29-Red Hands
- 30-Tempt
- 31-Poison
- 32-Law
- 33-Splash
- 34-Wet
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I don't own the following song_Firework

However, in this story, we are going to pretend that it's Danny writing the song, and it is also the Chase Holfelder version, not the Katy Perry version.
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Danny sweated over his computer, his fingers typing away rapidly filling out a job application, as a receptionist, that Phantom could hopefully get. So far, in the 3 weeks that Phantom had been living there, the merman had been to 5 interviews, and all of them fell through. Danny would love to give Phantom the benefit of the doubt, but he had a nagging suspicion that it was because of Phantom's resting bitch face, and bad attitude, that was preventing him from getting a job.
He knew that the problem couldn't be anything like a lack of reliable transport, because not only is this a small town and you can walk anywhere, but Danny also had a car and was willing to drive Phantom anywhere he needed to go if only he would be allowed to stay. So the problem had to be Phantom.
That just made things harder than they already were, and despite the fact that Danny, Sam, and Tucker were all trying to help Phantom learn proper manners and respect, the merman wasn't doing too well.
It didn't help that this was a small town and there weren't a lot of options when it came to employment. Mostly the only places to work was in some position at a restaurant, but Phantom couldn't do that for fear of him getting wet somehow and exposing himself. Working at a restaurant wasn't an option for Phantom, so the only other thing that Danny could come up with was some boring job as a receptionist or assistant.
Phantom wasn't making it easy though, and Danny was running out of places to apply for him. Phantom didn't have a degree, no prior experience, and was also a high school student. Those three things closed a lot of doors, and Danny was worried that his father would start to change his mind about Phantom staying if things continued the way they were. Danny was sure the only thing that was keeping his father from considering kicking Phantom out, was his grades; he had extremely high A's in everything. He was doing great in school, which Danny realized in relief, was buying them time.
They needed to figure something out quick, or Phantom would soon overstay his welcome.
Danny submitted an application for one of the only available jobs left and put his head in his hands. He was so stressed out, he couldn't believe that he didn't have a head full of gray hair by now.
He needed to relieve his stress, and soon.
He sighed, opening up garage band, figuring he would work on the songs that continuously get abandoned 'cause of a lack of a singer. He pressed play just to remember where he left off on, allowing the sound of the electric piano and guitar to fill the room. He hadn't worked on any of his songs since Phantom first showed up, and he honestly missed doing it.
Phantom's ears picked up when he heard the sound of the music playing from Danny's computer, the tone of the music was nice, but that awful monotone automated voice was completely ruining it. He was sitting on Danny's bed, trying to complete his homework, but he listened to the words of the song as he did so. It was sweet, the lyrics had meaning, and he could see how other humans would find it inspiring. If only Danny didn't need to have that horribly fake voice recording on it.
Danny started tweaking the song, adding in instruments and editing the tone. How the drums and the sound of a heartbeat fit into the song was his favorite thing about it, it added to the minor key in a hauntingly beautiful tune.
He usually kept this hobby a secret, but he didn't mind if Phantom heard what he was doing. They had been having sex for two weeks now, so Danny had already decided he wouldn't keep anything from Phantom.
He played it a few times until he was satisfied with how the music sounded, the voice may be horrible, but at least it fallowed all the notes it was programmed to hit.
Phantom started humming along with the fake voice, getting sick of how much it was tearing the song down. It wasn't a bad song, Danny did have talent, but Phantom knew that Danny could sing so he wasn't sure why he didn't just record himself singing along to it. He shrugged, Danny was shy by nature and lacked confidence in himself.
When he finally had enough, he put his homework down and walked over to Danny, shoving the kid away and deleting the automated voice.
"Phantom, what are you?-" Danny immediately started panicking, unable to move in his shock as the voice disappeared from the song, and instead was frozen in his spot as he watched Phantom hit the record button. When the beginning of the song started playing and the guitar made it to his ears, Danny stared at Phantom, his panic leaving him when he saw the hard look in his green eyes. He looked like he was determined to do something.
When Phantom started singing the words in place of where the ugly auto recording was supposed to be, Danny's eyes widened.
"Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again. Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in."
Danny had forgotten just how pretty Phantom's voice was, having not heard it in over a year and a half. Listening to him sing along to one of his own songs, one that he made himself, though, was the greatest reminder ever.
"Baby you're a firework, come on show 'em what you're worth. Make'em go oh-oh-oh, as you shoot across the sky-y-y."
Phantom's voice was powerful and beautiful, and Danny wondered if he was allowing hypnosis to pour into his voice as he sang, because all Danny could do was stare in adoration. Phantom was captivating and made the song more gorgeous than Danny had ever dreamed of it being. His voice made the song sound as phenomenal, as sexy, and as inspiring as Danny had intended it to sound.
"Boom-boom-boom, it even brighter than the moon-moon-moon. It's always been inside of you-you-you, and now its time to let it through-through-through."
Suddenly, as Phantom finished singing the song and hit the record button again to stop it, Danny had a revolutionary idea; they could use this. He quickly dialed Sam and Tucker's number and waited in anticipation for them to answer the group call.
Phantom didn't have any skill to work in an office, he didn't have patience, he didn't have the positive attitude that a professional work office needed because of his dislike for the human race. They would never get anywhere if they continued to try to get Phantom a desk job. His sarcastic, sultry, and almost rude personality wouldn't do well in an office even if he were to somehow get the job.
But if they were to use his talents, he wouldn't need a professional attitude so much, he wouldn't get bored so easily, and his personality would just build to the quality of the music.
"Sam? Tucker?" Danny asked as he started editing the recorded voice to better fit the tone of the song, adding in a background voice, and making it sound more poetic and edgy. "You guys are going to love me forever."
...
With the help of Sam and Tucker, Danny had been able to make a music video of Phantom singing along to his music. Tucker had set him up with an interview at the radio office, where Danny was now sitting next to Phantom, his friends, and his father, nervously with his CD in the interviewer's hands somewhere behind the office door.
Danny had already shown the song to the group of people who interviewed him, and he was told to wait outside with his family about 30 minutes ago. They were now waiting to see what would happen next. The wait was driving Danny crazy though, they hadn't said anything about the song before they sent him out to wait. They just told him to wait in the lobby. Danny was sure he would lose his sanity very soon if something, anything, didn't happen soon.
"Dude, calm down." Tucker whispered, noticing that Danny's palms were white, "Your song is amazing, they'll love it." Tucker had been shocked an amazed when Danny had first told him a couple days ago that he was a songwriter as a hobby. Even more shocked, and proud, when he actually listened to the song. Danny was truly amazing, and he was proud to be his friend.
Danny looked at Tucker and blushed, he was very nervous. He had brought his father, in case the radio actually like his song and decided to sign a contract with him, and for emotional support.
"It's true Danny," Sam said, "this is an amazing opportunity for you, just think of how much money you'll get for that song." Her smile was comforting, and her optimism gave Danny hope, but it didn't settle his nerves in the slightest.
Especially not when the man who seemed to be the boss in this particular radio place, opened the office door and called Danny and his team in.
They all piled in and sat in one of the rolling office chairs, in front of the same large table, and faced the four people who had interviewed them.
Danny was sweating as he waited for the verdict, his chest felt tight and his head hurt. The pressure he felt reminded him of the time, back before he met Phantom when he walked in a classroom and the teacher hit him with a pop quiz that he wasn't prepared for worth 60% of his grade.
He was handed his CD titled "Firework" and he sat to wait.
The boss, a bigger man in an all-blue suit and tie, put his hands together and regarded Danny with an excited expression. "Mr. Fenton, do we have good news for you," The man said, capturing Danny's full attention and interest. "Your song was so amazing, that as soon as you walked out of the room, my friends and I," he gestured to the nodding people around him, "Called the board of music and showed them the song." he started listing things off his fingers, "They want you on the radio, they want you on Spotify, they want you on iTunes, youtube, anywhere that you can get music, they want you on it."
Danny's mouth dropped open, his brain unsure at first how to take the information, but when his friends and father pat his back and exclaimed at how awesome that was, his shocked expression lead into one of excitement.
They were each required to sign a contract that allowed them to work with the song, and they each agreed that 10% of the revenue would be allowed to go to the board of music for putting their song on the music market. This contract covered Firework and any other song that Danny sent to the board of music. Since each one of them, besides Jack, had something to do with the making of the song, they were each required to put their mailing address and contact information so they could send them checks and offers.
That was weeks ago, and now as Danny got the mail out of the mailbox, and saw that there were two separate envelopes from the board of music for both he and Phantom, Danny opened his curiously.
He had heard his song being played all over town, and the happy and content faces that his peers had as they replayed it over and over made had made him blush. He loved his song, and didn't get tired of hearing it throughout the day, he had even started editing some of the older songs he had given up on. Getting Phantom to start learning the words so that he could record it and send it to the board of music.
"Congratulations Daniel Fenton, your song has received $400,000 in total revenue for this month alone. Due to the nature of the contract you signed, $40,000 has stayed with the board of music, and the rest was split up between you and the other contracted names.
We look forward to sending you your next check, and working with you on your next song."
Danny's face paled as he read the letter, reading it over and over to make sure that the numbers were right. This meant that they had made 360 grand on that one song, and after doing some mental math in his head, he realized that meant that they would each be receiving $72,000.00 each.
He was almost scared to look at the attached check, so he closed his eyes as he pulled it out, terrified that he was being led on. This couldn't be so. The cold bite of winter did nothing to settle his nerves either. He wasn't sure if the chills running up and down his spine was from the 43-degree weather, or from the anticipation he felt as he thumbed the bottom of the paper for the check.
He nearly fainted when he counted the number of zeros written behind the number 72 on the check. That was it, $72,000.00.
Danny couldn't believe that he was holding that much money in the palm of his hands. This was enough money to send him to college all the way to his doctorates if he chose to go down that road, and there would still probably be some left over.
Excitement and complete joy made his body twitch. That meant the world liked his song, loved it even. Could Phantom's hypnotic voice have anything to do with how much revenue there was? Danny was too happy to care as he ran into the house to tell his father and Phantom.
This would not only mean that Phantom had a permanent place in his father's home, or permanent at least until they finished school and moved out, but he was also pretty much covered to go to the college he has always wanted to go to. Phantom could even come with him now if he wanted; with his grades, the merman could get into any college he wanted, and now he would be able to pay for it too.
There was also offers from separate companies to buy the song from him, Danny noticed as he went through the rest of the mail. Those, however, Danny tore up and threw away in the waste bin with a satisfied smirk on his face. Needless to say, it wasn't hard to make the decision to continue to work with Phantom, Sam, and Tucker on more songs to show to the board of music.
When he and Phantom cashed their checks, Danny helped Phantom make a checking account to put his money in. He made sure to give 11 grand of his own money to his father and sent another 11 grand to his sister so she could put a down payment on the car that she wanted. Tucker was able to get a pair of happy parents out of debt, and Sam no longer needed to rely on her unaccepting parents for money anymore.
Things were looking up, and life would surely get easier now that they were set to be very rich very soon.
Right?
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