Page Two - Highaorea Collegian,
A TALE OF
IVORY KEYS
by Christie Tite
At one time or another,
everyone likes to sit down to
a piano, if only to play Ohop
stioks. Sitting down to the
piano in the game room of the
Commone one day, I felt the
mood to entertain ayeelf in
lust such a way* After about
five minutes, however, I gave
it up as hopeless. The keys
were unhand and sone made no
actual art all.
I was about to walk away
when I heard a strange sound
the resembled a deflating bale
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Decent= 8, 1974
con. I looked around but could
see nothing unusual. Think
ing I was hearing things, I
started to walk away 'When I
heard the noise again. This
time it sounded more like a
"Pasant." By the time I heard
a "Hey your' I realized that
the noises were coning from in
side of the piano. I edged
toward it cautiously.
"Did I hear you say
something to me?"
"Of course. Do you think
I just eit here and talk to
myself like some idiot?"
"NO, sir."
"Well••••*
"Did you want to say some
thing in particular to me?"
"Yes. I want to con
plain about the rotten treat
ment I receive from everyone
around here. I thought it was
time I spoke up about it to
somebody."
"And you just had to pick
"Did you say something?"
"No, sir."
I was saying, I am
subject to the most indecent
neglect. For example...come
here."
"Here?"
"No, closer. That's bet
ter. Now, strike my middle C.
...Go ahead, don't be afraid."
"How vas that?"
"What do you think I am,
some kind of invalid or some
thing? Harder!"
"I'm sorry, sir. just
not in the habit of striking
strange pianos on their middle
C's."
"Don't be enbarraseed. I
don't mind. And stop calling
me air!"
"Well, if you're sure." "Thanks, you're not so
"Of course. Now try bad yourself."
again." "Well, be seeing
"How was that?" you."
"Still a little weak, but "'Bye nqw."
otherwise, fine. Now tell me I walked away, but I could
what you heard." have sworn that When I turned
"Er-- , what I heard?" to look back, I saw the piano
"That's what I said. Tell smiling to. itself.
me exactly what you heard."
"Well, to tell you the
truth.../...er..."
"You didn't hear anything."
"I didn't hear anything...
Please don't cry. It can't be
that bed. Besides, your metal
will rust."
"All of these years of de
voted service, and what do I
get? SUN* in a corner, ne-
gloated, unwanted. Nobody
comes to see ski or play with
me."
"I come to play with you.
"Yes, you do...sometimes,
when you're not too busy. Bnt
what about all the other stu
dents? It seems that nobody
has the time for,an old tired
piano anymore."
"You mutt be that old,
and actually, with a little
work done on y0u...."
"Impossible!"
"Oh, nothing's impos
sible these days. You know,
they perform some unbelievably
fantastic surgeries." •
"I'd probably need a cou
ple** internal transplant.
With my luck, I might even have
Cancer of the Keys."'
"I keep telling you that
you can't be that bed off."
"As I was wind' before,
nobody cones to play with me
anymore, and you know why, too.
I'm flat, thatAs why."
"You don't look flat to
me. Actually, I thought you
were pretty sharp."
"Don't flatter me. You're
just trying to make me feel
good. Well, it won't work."
"I'm not trying to flatter
you."
"I still don't believe
you."
it's been nice
talking to you, but I really
most be going."
"So some"
"Yes, I have this paper
I have to write...."
"Please atop by to visit
me more often, and bring some
friends. I heard a few of
you singing by me once and
you hit a mean high B flat."
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