Jack was finding it difficult to balance the light conversation after his stinging comment, he could see that. She still tried valiantly though. It made Albus want to curse himself.
It also made all other objections fall silent on his tongue. This was not a good idea, but Albus still heard himself saying, "If you're sure......" One flick of the wand, and his normal guitar floated out of the doorway of his bedroom, drifted from the first landing to the bottom, bobbing above the stairs; and swerved into his right hand. He spoke, or rather, tried to speak lightly, "I'm a very exclusive artist though, and I shall need exclusive compensation for my performance. I don't work for free."
He set the instrument into position, leaning backwards on the wall for balance. He needed the support. He drew his right hand up, and stroked down the strings softly, in a bare strum. The strings thrummed, sounding ridiculously off-tune to his own ears. His pulse was pacing, slightly faster than normal. His left hand, holding the instrument was quivering, the shivers perceptible beneath the skin. Albus breathed, and gripped it tighter.
He closed his eyes.
His hands moved as if of their own accord, and music filled the room suddenly. The beginning notes were wavering, as Albus weaved a wistful, wandering tune.......his ears recognized the melody. 'One Last Breath'. His childhood favourite. He breathed in the notes, and started playing stronger. The notes were richer now, deceptively alternating between light and deep, the song swelling as his hands grew firmer and more confident. The melody flowed, and undulated, as the dark merged freely with the light.
He was humming now, unconsciously, deep in the base of his throat. It seems I've found the road to nowhere... James was smiling, waving brightly with a touch of obnoxiousness as he won his first Quidditch House Cup...But I'm down to one last breath... Lily hugging him, tightly, after they got the news of their mother dying...Please come now, I think I'm falling... Him, in the Slytherin dungeons, waiting for news whether his heroic brother had struck down Voldemort or not..Save me.... His father stroking his head when he was little, looking into bright green eyes..
His eyes opened. They hinged on Jack's stare. When had the music gotten so dark?
Hold me now,
I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinkin'..
Maybe six feet..
Ain't so far down...
Albus' song