The pianos started falling from the sky and nobody was safe. We couldn’t stay on the sidewalk, we had to balance on the yellow line in the middle of the road, which was fine because the cars had stopped. Every piano was playing a different song and it was loud. One piano for every person, some were softer than others, some longer, a few were cheery. I wondered which piano was mine, and if I could grappling hook up into the clouds and change the tune. The night there was lightning, it rained keys. Strings were flying around whipping people in the face, nobody knew what to do. They called a concert master and said, “Stand on this soap box and try to soothe them”. He did and within thirty seconds, there he was, squash on the stage. People started playing music from their windows, dancing together in their living rooms.