Playing to an Empty Room

The Boss lets him play when there are no punters in. As a pianist he’s slightly clumsy-handed but OK, but it’s difficult not to stop what you’re doing when he opens his mouth and frees that other-worldly sound.

We know how self-conscious he can get, so we avoid eye-contact while he’s on the stage and get on with setting up the rest of the bar and kitchen for opening time, working around him where we need to.

He’s a decent enough cloakroom attendant, but he’s a really, really bad singer.



This piece inspired by an Elephant Words image originally posted at

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