I sat in a bar in Dickson County, Tennessee. Across the dance floor was this old piano that intrigued me. Every time the music would come on people would get up to dance and block my view. I looked through them and sketched in ink. A pretty girl kept smiling at me as I drew the piano. She was certain I was drawing her. She was not pleased when she looked at my old piano drawing.

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