A longer version of chapter 4 that I fixed. I strongly advise to search for the names of the pieces and their composers on YouTube. Ludovico Einaudi is one hell of a composer.

Chapter 4: Emotions

That evening, I sat on the couch next to Jason and helped him practice a song on his keyboard. "You're getting good." I told him. He grinned up at me.

"Do you think I will be as good as you?" He asked.

"Only if you practice every day," I replied, "But yes, I do think that you'll be as good as me. You might be even better than me someday." I heard a soft rustle of fabric moving in the wind from outside. I stopped playing and focused my thoughts on Clark. He was outside in the back. He's here.

"Sarah?" Jason's voice brought me out.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I replied after a moment of silence. "Yeah, I'm fine." I went back to playing.

"What do you guys want for dinner?" Lois asked.

Jason looked up from the keys. "I want eggrolls."

"Nice try, kiddo, but only steamed chicken and snow peas for you." Lois replied.

"Why do we order Chinese even if he's allergic to it?" Richard asked.

"Because he likes to pick out the peas," She explained, "and we all would prefer eggrolls over macrobiotic shakes."

"Blegh," Jason shuddered. I chuckled at his reaction.

"He's got a point, you know." Richard had to agree. He took a sip of the champagne from his glass that Lois poured for him. Lois smiled at his remark and tossed some trash in the trashcan. "So, um," He cleared his throat, "I've noticed that you've been acting a little different lately."

"Have I?" She asked with her eyebrows raised.

"You know, Lois," He began, "that article you wrote-"

"'Why the World Doesn't Need Superman?'"

"No, no, no. No the other one. From years ago, before we met."

"Well, which article? I wrote dozens about him. I was practically his press agent."

"'I Spent the Night with Superman.'"

That struck a nerve in Lois. She was silent for a few moments. The dish rag she had in her hand was thrown angrily into the sink. "Richard, come on." Anger flashed in her eyes, "It was a title of an interview. Plus, it was your Uncle Perry's idea."

"No. I know, I know. It's okay, it's okay." Richard assured.

"Richard," Lois cut him off, "it was a long time ago."

"Were you in love with him?" He asked.

"He was Superman." Lois scoffed, "Everyone was in love with him."

"But were you?"

Lois was silent for a minute before she finally answered his question. "No."

"Lois, I shouldn't have brought it up." Richard apologized. I heard Clark take a sudden breath of surprise. The rustling of his cape told me that he took off into the skies. I bit back a retort and sat in silence. She had hurt him directly in the heart, very hard. Even if Clark is invulnerable to anything, except kryptonite, there are still very few ways to hurt him.

When we had dinner that night, it was uncomfortably quiet until Lois spoke. "Sarah?" I looked up. "You know how this morning you told me that something was going to happen today?"

"Was I right?" I asked with a grin.

"How did you know that something was going to happen?"

"I dunno." I replied. "I was getting that weird feeling for the entire day. If you're asking if I have the power to see the future, then that's a no, Lois." Somehow, I made Lois and Richard chuckle at the thought. I couldn't help it, but I smiled.

"Do you want to come to the Planet tomorrow since you don't have school until August?" Lois asked.

"If you're okay with that," I replied.

"Well, we do need someone to watch Jason when Richard brings him from school."

"I'm fine with whatever, Lois." I responded. We finished dinner and helped cleared the table. I basically did whatever after that. I was able to find something to do that made me happy. I went to my room and pulled out my sketchbook flipping through the drawings I did in the past. It's been awhile since I last drew in it.

Well, what makes you feel safe? Lois's question hung in the air.

I pondered at the conversation I had with Lois from last night. Clark makes me feel safe, I thought, even when he's not being Superman, he still makes me feel safe.Suddenly getting excited from figuring out what to draw, I grabbed a pencil and sat at my desk. I spotted the photo and examined it closely. Within a few minutes, I had the structure of the picture. I spent a half hour on working it before I decided to stop for the evening.

I glanced at the clock hoping that I would have some time to play on the piano. I did, greatly to my joy and headed downstairs. Hmm, I thought, what should I play? I haven't played music that Ludovico Einaudi composed in awhile. I decided to play 'Oltremare, Nuvole Bianche, Fly, and I Giorni' before I took a shower. I was unaware that I drew Lois's attention to the piano.

"You're really good." She spoke from the couch. I smiled as I watched my fingers move over the ivory keys. "Has Clark heard you play before?"

"No, he hasn't." I replied.

"I think that we can fix that very soon." Lois said. She was silent until the song ended. "What was that last one called?"

"'I Giorni' by Ludovico Einaudi."

"He puts a lot of emotion into his pieces." She noticed.

"He's very good at it too."

"You should try giving it a go."

"Me? I don't think I could. You'd have to be playing for years to come up with something good." I was taken by surprise at the idea.

"Oh come on, Sarah." Lois said with excitement. "You've been playing since you were five. Please, for me?"

I gave it some thought. "Oh alright, Lois," I finally gave in, "you win. I'll try."

"Well then," She stood up, "I wish you good luck." She turned and headed to her room. She left me sitting on the bench thinking hard about what my piece should sound like.

Not right now. You need some sleep, I told myself. I got up and headed upstairs to take a shower, and then I went to bed.