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Sep. 6th, 2013 04:20 pm
At first, the boy isn't sure if the piano is real. He didn't see it the last time he was here, but the bar itself pops up in random places; why should the things inside it be any different?
After running his gently bruised fingers across the housing to ensure the instrument is actually tangible, he seats himself at the bench and tries to coax Chopin's Nocturne in E flat major, Op.9 No.2 out of the keys. Soon, he's captive to the process. Every missed note compels him to start over--though those are rare--and the last section, he can't play hardly at all.
Still, the familiarity is a good anchor.

