Nightingale's Song (Revised)

Questions with no sure answers.

Disclaimer: Author does not own the song, Lost Boy belongs to its respective owners.

Warnings for this chapter: Intentional miss use of words to try to mimic a young child's speech pattern. Even though it killed me to intentionally mess up my grammar, I thought it would be cute and make sense.

The Italian starts picking up from here, translations are at the bottom of the chapter.

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Danny turns around to find his family looking at him in worry. "Are you alright? You took off pretty quick," Jazz says, her brow furrowed. Danny shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts and smiles.

"Yeah, I'm okay," He rubs the back of his neck feigning embarrassment, "It's just...it was a lot of people, you know?"

Jazz nods in understanding before she smiles brightly, "You know, I haven't seen you play piano in a long time, I had actually thought that you'd forgotten it."

Danny frowns, "Wait, so I actually played piano before?" 'So the Shadow wasn't lying?!' He thinks wildly.

Maddie looks at Danny, hands on her hips as curiosity comes off her in waves. "Well yes, when you were five I had paid someone to teach you. We couldn't afford to buy a piano at the time you were learning it, but Mrs. Summers, before she passed on, allowed you to come over to her house all the time to play hers."

His mother smiles, "She said that you picked it up like you had played for years, you even made up a song. You never played it in front of people though, not even us," Her grin falls, "When you lost your memory, you didn't seem interested in it anymore so we didn't think there was any point in telling you about it. And Mrs. Summers had already long since passed on."

Danny rubs his temples, cringing at the throbbing pain that seemed to get worse with each passing year, "Okay, so apparently I'm a piano prodigy and nobody figured it would have been a good idea to, oh I don't know, tell me before I had to stand in front of all those strangers and figure it out for myself?"

Jazz crosses her arms and glares at him, "Nobody made you play the piano Danny, we just followed you to see if you were okay, you don't have to bite our heads off for it."

Danny opens his mouth to retort before closing it again, thinking about what she said.

Jazz was right; nobody made him play that piano. He could have just walked by it without a second glance, normally he would have. What was different this time?

Danny sighs, feeling drained all of a sudden, "Your right Jazz, I'm sorry. It's just a lot to take in is all." He puts a hand on his head again, feeling like Dash Baxter had pretty much just wailed on him from the neck up. Maddie notices this and walks over, putting a hand on his shoulder, eyes filled with concern.

"Sweetie, is it another migraine? Do you need to go lay down?"

Danny nods and without saying another word, proceeds to walk back to the cabin they all share. Once he goes in he flops down on the bed and sighs into the pillow, enjoying the coolness on his face. He lays there for a few minutes, the headache seeming to get worse, before finally passing out from the pain and exhaustion.

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"Mama, what's that?"

Maddie glanced over at the shop window that Danny was pointing at, "What's what dear?" She said.