Piano Man


Action: Tapping your feet
Word: Joy
Word Count: 99

Piano Man

Tapping feet rose to stomp. Louder and louder. The vocal din escalated, roused to a lion’s roar. Clapping hands fell into a collective rhythm of impatient anticipation. Twinkling stars burned ever brighter in the dimming light.

We waited.

Finally, Billy Joel appeared onstage. His presence triggered idolatrous worship and contagious delirium (or was that the pot smoke meandering beneath our nostrils?).

Jumping right into it, Billy performed his magic for hours. The crowd swayed in delight. Ineffable joy flooded my being, watching those nimble fingers fly.

If only I could play like him.

The Piano Man was my hero.

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