Would You Love Me, If You Really Knew Me?

Enter Mysteria

**Special note: Forgot to mention that, unlike the show, Danny and Vlad's ghost sense do not automatically activate when they are close to each other. It only activates when either are close and use a ghost power. Otherwise I cannot excuse why Vlad did not know 'she' had ghost powers. Lol! What writers do to make things work. ;p

This is a long chapter (though it would have been even longer, though I decided to split it up. Lol!) Enjoy!

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Danny's ears pounded with the sound of his beating heart. Or was that the music?

As he stared at the purple stage curtain backstage, he felt more anxious that he had ever felt in his entire life. Hell, he doesn't even think he was this anxious preparing for the fight against Pariah.

And that was saying something.

He played with the folds of his skirt, the soft fabric helping calm his raging nerves. His eyes remained glued to the number on the curtain that indicated his platform number; '5', but sometimes he would glance to the far left or the far right where he saw two models waiting patiently for their turn looking completely in their element. He sighed, wishing he had their confidence.

The music started to die down, an indication that the hour was up and the next set was to begin. The last set of the photoshoot before the afterparty.

His set.

Heart racing faster than he ever thought possible, he heard the voice of the announcer as he began to list the other models' names as each stepped up to their respective platforms behind the curtains.

He swallowed, taking a deep breath as he heard the announcer say 'her' stage name: "Mysteria!"

Well... This was it.

He slowly parted the curtains and stepped out, eyes squinting in the bright spotlight.

Once his eyes adjusted to the lights, he stiffened as he saw the small crowd standing near the platform.

Staring.

At him.

He swallowed nervously, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He could feel himself start to perspire as his nerves reached a fever pitch.

"Go Mysteria! You can do this!" Sam's voice rang out from the crowd.

"You go girl!" Tucker encouraged.

Then a few other random spectators began saying encouraging words, and his nerves started calming a little.

They hadn't noticed he was a boy.

He moved to his spot on the stage and the photographer started giving him directions on what poses to strike.

As the encouraging words of the spectators seemed to increase, his nervousness started to fade even more. And he began to feel more... bold.

Without waiting for the photographer to instruct him into position or tell him when to move, he began changing positions while shortly holding ones that he thought were the best.

He also started changing the type of poses that the photographer had first instructed. Those poses were too submissive for his tastes. Instead, he stroke a pose that emanated the fierce nature of a fighting spirit. More of a warrior.

His thin frame, flexibility, and type of dress Sam had designed (Half-skirt with an opening on the front that allowed for flexibility) allowed him to strike daring poses. Blue eyes fierce as he gazed forward striking different defensive stances. Imagining that he was about to face a fierce ghost and using the confidence he possessed as Phantom.