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People were laughing; wine spilt which fell through the cracked floor into a dirty disastrous dangerous drowsy basement. Alone it was, the beautiful piano it once was, until a rainy day came, a candle misbehaved. Flick, Flack went the flames, step stamp went the people, running, abandoning the piano and it didnt know what to expect. Damaged like a cracked egg, Burnt, lonely, why me? Click, clack, what was that? Step, stap another tap. Smooth skinny slithery fingers lightly stroked the pianos tip. A and E were pressed on his keys. Slowly, in the air, landed on something rather soft. The rumbling running racing engine vibrated the piano. The piano felt a stop, slid then sung with happiness. Up in the air again, then went a THUMP the piano stopped. It was beautiful, every someone played me. Its great to be me.