“Every time you try to sing, you wail?”
“Every time I try to sing louder than a speaking voice as Phantom, yeah.”
Ember swings her guitar around, absently plucking a string. The fact that she summoned it at all is telling of how much his almost-wail scared her.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, baby bop, but, did you die screaming? I died coughing.”
“I don’t actually remember.” Danny looks over his shoulder at Sam and Tucker. They’ve fallen asleep in the car, but as witnesses to his death, they’d be able to answer that question. Not that he’s asked. What his death looked like, sounded like. He doesn’t want to know.
“Probably. It was, um, pretty painful.” He tiptoes around the details of his death, thankful Ember’s question isn’t too personal. Still, his left side throbs in remembered pain. Danny will dream of his death in flashes sometimes, but the whole thing? His brain has shut it out, and he’s okay with that.
“Okay. Let me talk to someone. I have an idea of what’s going on, but I also don’t want to mess you up.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“I mean it, baby bop. I’d rather have you part of my concerts than breaking them up, but also, I don’t want to hurt you.”
---Live Loud on Ao3
