Chuckberry Streets Forever
Keep Your Piano, Mister Bates
The sharply defined fantasy edged out the sleet and sprays of water from passing traffic so that Sheila was no longer trudging to her piano lesson. Instead, there she was duck-walking through the intersection, guitar wailing, and a crowd gathering.
Faceless, murmuring in the rain/sleet mess, people were unable to continue to their destination they were so drawn to the music.
That’s the kind of power Sheila dreamt of and it was never going to be hers sitting at some dumb piano.
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