Deemo: Story of The Lost Piano

Little Girl: "He looked strange, but then again, I probably did too. Falling through his window like I did. I think I was once told to never judge people. Maybe my Mama told me? Treat others the way you want to be treated. And I'm sure I wouldn't want anyone to judge me."
Deemo: "She was a strange little creature. She didn't look at me with fear. What a surprising and pleasant feeling. Instead of screaming in terror..."
FLASHBACK
Little Girl: "Are you a musician? You look like one. With a white bowtie and black suit."
I said nothing.
She glanced at my piano.
Little Girl: "Do you play? It's a beautiful piano. Can you play well?"
I nodded.
Little Girl: "My name is _______. But you can call me Little Girl. What's your name?"
I wrote 'Deemo' on a piece of paper and handed it to her.
Little Girl: Deemo. You have a nice name.
She smiled softly.