It had been quite awhile since she had performed on a stage, these days most of her waking hours were spent balancing the books and managing the nightclub's staff. Harriet fingers traveled gently along the black and white keys as she sang the words of an old song her father had taught her. Playing one song while her employees cleaned up after a long night of patronage hardly counted as a performance in front of a crowd, but it felt good nonetheless.
Other than a slight wince she managed to finish her piece despite the instrument's hollow notes. Harry sang the last few notes, a wide smile on her face revelling in the fulfilling joys of music.
Still sitting on the piano's bench Harry pivoted slightly so she would be heard by her Stage Manager. "I know we all have a special attachment to our piano, but sadly I think it's time to see it go." A mournful smile graced her featured as she thought fondly of the many entertainers it had served.
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