When you were a baby, you were left outside of a fire station, with a note just saying your name. When you were four, you were adopted by an actress. You yourself had become an actress and were writing songs, now wanting to work on becoming a singer.

Fourteen years later, Danielle wanted to meet you. Not out of greed, but she just wanted to know her baby. She'd been fourteen after all, when she'd had you.

Now, the two of you were sitting across from each other, in a restaurant. "Is your food good?" Danielle admittedly wasn't sure how to talk to you, but she was thrilled to finally know you.