Date: 5/22/2017
By TonyDreamer
I'm in a hotel restaurant. I walk past several pianos set up in the middle. I sit down and begin to play one. Suddenly, the keys vanish and leave blackened, beat up shards. I can't go on and feel embarrassed. I stand up to move over to a different piano but somebody just beats me to it, sitting down to play. I feel jealous.