Another piano? She was so lovely.
She looked like one of the newer models: large, soft twirls of silky blond hair, bright glimmering eyes and ... oh! Her bows were so cute! Fluffed up to perfection, no droop or improper wrinkle in sight. And most importantly, from the snippets and idle chatter she could gather, this piano could speak like the humans. Proper words, pleasant praises, as charming as a song itself. A feature Piano lacked.
The more she admired the other instrument, the more lowly she felt in comparison. She almost wanted to slink away in embarrassment. But would she ever have another chance like this? What if they were only two pianos in the city?
With that thought in mind, Piano gathered what little courage she held and walked towards the object of her admiration.
“ ♪ ♪ ♪ ! “ ( Your dress is so pretty! ) “♫ ♫ ♫ ? “ ( Did you just arrive here as well?) “ ♬ ♬... ♬ ♬ ?” ( Could you... play me a song?)
Mistaking royalty for something else completely, Piano chirped her tunes happily at the young lady.
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