The Piano Thief
I’m a dirty robber. This is from long ago, and half the story’s made to be told at a drinking party.Don’t take it as honest truth. Or seriously either. Now it’s just a story to put a smile on your faces.I’m a dirty robber. At an arcade in Nakano, eyeing the proceedings, pretending to outwait the rain on a Sunday.Opening and closing their rainbow-colored umbrellas, a parade marched by that made the heart march with them.
On the corner of 2nd Street, by a new instrument store, a semi sat parked as they unloaded what was inside.When I was much younger, I played the piano myself. Honest, I was good enough to play an actual venue.And so obviously, there’s no piano player in the world who would ignore a peerless vintage Steinway.Blinded by its beauty, I thought if I had it, there’d be nobody who could ever outperform me again.
So I’ll steal that piano. I wanted to play my best song. My pride and joy. My classical ballad.If I only played that, then the girl who straight up left me, will surely see the good I have to offer after all.I’ll steal the piano. I want to build myself back up from a life gone to the dogs.Lately I’ve avoided people, living life within the shadows, but I’ve really started to come to dislike that lifestyle.
But talking’s easy to do. Lifting a piano’s harder. After all I’m really just a mangy pickpocket.If I couldn’t steal it, a chance to play would work as well. Hell, I’d be okay just looking it over up close.With that plan in mind, I crept into the store. I’m so glad I waited until three in the morning.The piano before me, I couldn’t wait any longer. One moment later a D major rang out into the night.
Give this piano a listen. How does my best song sound? My pride and joy. My classical ballad.Ringing out of these keys is the tune of beautiful days and the pain of knowing that they will never return.Listen to the piano. The only thing that’ll come from this rotten life is dying alone by the roadside.I stole it so I could live on. I lived long enough to steal it. Stole it on a stage without a single cheer to give me.
Of course, that’s all a lie. Hey, what’s that face for? Did you really think such a stupid tale was possible?The stage is up there waiting. Looks like my turn has come up. Give it a watch and see how good I really am.
Give this piano a listen. How does my best song sound? My pride and joy. My classical ballad.Ringing out of these keys is the melody of a foolish man, the eulogy of a bum given a stay of execution.Listen to the piano. The only thing that’ll come from this rotten life is dying alone by the roadside.If that’s the case, I’ll first get some applause on the stage. This piano here isn’t all that shabby itself.