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"I'm not sure what day is it anymore." the man behind the piano noticed. He looked carefully around the room. "Where am I? It does not look anything like my house." all the walls were empty. The wallpaper was also gone. The most basic furniture was also not present. There was only the grand piano and a chair. Slowly the man stood up from the chair. But then he sat down again when before him appeared his piano room. Everything was in it that he needed. His beloved instrument, the grand piano, his favorite chair, all his books, all his CDs, everything. Suddenly the doors to the room open and a man ,wearing everyday clothes, entered. He was reading a small brochure which was about a piano contest. The first prize was ten thousand dollars. You were supposed to play one piece of music. Then the judges would decide.

The man with the brochure, looked nervous and stressed out. he was walking there and back, there and back. Suddenly he stopped. He looked at the grand piano and said "I have to prepare." He then sat down and started to play. He played without a brake a few hours.

The into the room went a woman. Someone so beautiful you could easily mistake with an angel. She walked up to the grand piano.
"So you are preparing for a piano contest?" the man did not respond. He played on.
"What is wrong with you? You will not even listen to your own wife?" the man still did not respond. She walked out, and left the man alone.

This went on for days. The man played on, stopping just for a moment to eat something. His dog also brought him newspapers every morning. The man would take it and then put it on the grand piano. By now there was a small pile of them. Once a day the wife would come up to the man ask him to stop the madness, but he did not listen.

More days went past. Slowly all the things in the room disappeared, but the man plays on. In front of the house stands a truck and a small family car. The wife goes inside the family car together with the dog and drives off. After a while the truck also drives off.

A few days after that the man grabs the air with his right hand in search of the newspaper his dog was supposed to bring him. He turned to see that there was no dog. Very frightened he noticed something terrible.
"I'm not sure what day is it anymore."

He looked at his watch, but apparently it was out of action. HE stood up and ran out of the house. On the way did he realize that the house was empty. Everything was gone.

When he reached the front porch he also noticed that his car was stolen. And on his small green carpet was a sign "For Sale". How would he get to the piano contest? His house was in the middle of nowhere! HE started to run down the road. He ran like that for a few hours when a car was coming.

He jumped in front of it.
"Please stop! I have to get to my piano contest!" shouted the man. Inside the car sat a woman. She looked terrified.
"Get out of the way you psycho!" she shouted before accelerating the car straight on the man. He managed to jump out of the way.

The man shocked looked for any broken body parts. What he found was much more worrying for him. His finger nails were long, too long for a pianist. His hair was greasy and he imagined himself as a caveman. His clothes were also covered in dirt and dust. One walking wreck. He walked on down the road when suddenly a police cruiser stopped next to him. Two policemen went out.
"Good day sir, may we see some ID?" one of them asked. The man searched his pants but found nothing.
"I am afraid you will have to go with us, sir."
"No! I can't! I will be late for the contest!"
"I am really sorry. But you have to come with us." the man dully went inside the police cruiser and in no time he reached the police station where he was later put behind bars, for attacking the woman inside the car.

The man was sitting on the bench in his cell thinking who would win the contest. He looked around his small place-to-stay but found nothing that would interest him. Suddenly a policeman together with the wife came to the man's cell. The man stood up and walked to the bars.
"John, how could you do a thing like that?" she asked. John looked down on the ground.
"I had to win that contest, it was very important for me."
"John, that piano contest was three days ago. You weren't late because of this. You just lost control." Then the two of them fell silent.
"What now?" John asked.
"I will bail you out, but that is all. I am leaving John, with my parents to France."
"Elizabeth, please forgive me one last time. I promise to you that I will not touch the piano again in my life! Please forgive me!" She didn't say anything for a while. Suddenly with tears in her eyes she said.
"Oh John! I forgive you!" they looked each other in the eyes.
"Excuse me." said the policeman. He opened the doors to the cell and walked back. The wife and husband hugged and then kissed. The same day they drove off to a local hotel to discuss their future.

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The following comments are for "The Grand Piano"
by WriterX

The Grand Piano
I think the idea behind this story is amusing, and you offer a reader a clear impression of your characters. A little more attention given to punctuation would improve the flow of the story, perhaps.

Thank you for sharing this; you have the beginning of a good story here.


( Posted by: AdeleCosgroveBray [Member] On: March 4, 2005 )

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