When Data entered Charlotte's quarters a week later, he was interested to see the she had assembled a piano in the middle of the room and was now attempting to play something. She had not heard the 'doorbell', so he stood several minutes in the doorway before she noticed him.

"Data!" She smiled and beckoned him over. "Come in, sit down."

He laid his violin case on a table and sat at the piano with her. His eyes were drawn to the sheets of music on the shelf above the keys.

"I've been researching old earth songs," Charlotte continued, "and I've picked a few I liked. Here, would you like to hear a piece I've been practicing?"

"Please," Data nodded.

Charlotte rested her fingers lightly on the keys, glanced at them for a moment, looked up at the music sheet and began to play. Data listened attentively to the clear, resounding notes as he watched her play. She was obviously concentrating hard on what she was doing. Though he detected a few mistakes throughout the song, he got the feeling that she had true talent.

As the song ended, Charlotte looked at him expectantly. "What did you think?"

"You have true talent that could benefit from being nurtured," he replied, fixing his eyes on hers and noting that she turned pink.

"You think I have talent?" she asked, shyly.

"Yes. I believe you have great potential as a musician."

The pink turned to red. "Thank you so much."

Data studied her as she rearranged the sheets. "I have observed that you blush when praised. May I inquire why this is?"

The blush did not leave her face, and she played a few notes to distract herself. "Um, maybe because I'm shy?"

"I have not usually observed shyness from you."

"Not on the outside, no." Charlotte tucked a strand of white hair behind her ear. "But inside, trust me. I can be extremely shy. Not usually with you anymore, because I know you properly. Or Wesley, but I don't see him very often anyway."

They sat in silence for a while, then she shuffled the music sheets around and pulled a few pages to the front and began to play, softly singing the song words under her breath.

"I love you

I don't know

What else to say

Cause I long for you more each day…"

After a few moments, she felt Data leave his seat. Suddenly, the sound of a violin filled the air. She looked up, still playing, to see that he had joined her on his instrument. But the music didn't call for a violin…

Surprised, but conscious that she probably shouldn't be, Charlotte found that it complimented the song beautifully. Together, they played in perfect harmony, until the song ended and she found herself wishing it could on forever.

"That was just… so amazing! I had no idea you could improvise like that!" she exclaimed, and looked wistfully at the violin. "I wish I could still play like that."

"Given your talent on the piano, I have no doubt that you can achieve the same level of talent with other instruments." He held out the violin, his frank, golden gaze making her heart feel light. "Try it."

She got up and took it without hesitation and lovingly drew the bow across the strings, producing a rich, clear note. Emboldened, she started playing what she could remember from the first verse of 'This I Pray', a song that she had listened to briefly while searching for 20th and 21st century music.

"Here tonight,

As I stand alone,

With the world gone insane at my door,

I can dream

There will come a time

When we won't live in fear anymore…" she sang softly, then stopped playing. "I don't remember any more."

Data nodded approvingly. "You do have talent- more than I." At her protesting look, he shook his head. "My 'talent' is nothing but programming. I do not possess 'natural gifts' such as humans do."

This was said in such a tone that Charlotte almost pitied him. But at that moment, the door whooshed open, and her grandfather, William Johnson, stepped into the room.

He was tall and thin, his face wrinkled, eyes bright. His hair was silver and neatly combed back.

"What's this, then?" he asked sharply, seeing his granddaughter standing next to an officer. When he saw who it was, however, he took a step back. "My apologies, sir. I didn't see that it was you." He looked pointedly at Charlotte, as if to ask what Data was doing there.

"Da…The Commander was just giving me some pointers," Charlotte said hastily, before Data could say anything. "I'm going to be taking music lessons."

The old man relaxed, and Data held out his hand for the violin. "I will go now."

"Alright," Charlotte agreed, handing him the instrument and walking back to the piano. "Goodbye, Commander."

Data nodded briskly and bid goodbye to grandfather. Once he was gone, the old man turned to Charlotte. "Charming fellow, that robot."

Charlotte felt strangely angry. "Android," she murmured. Then, a bit louder, "He's an android, papa."

"Oh, right. Android. Of course." Grandfather looked around distractedly. "Charming fellow, whatever he is."

Charlotte felt herself smile. "Yes, he is."