![]() ![]() He puts his hand on the side of the piano and it triggers a sounds of carnival music, as this carnival music is played he pulls various objects out from the piano that make a Ferris wheel. The piano tuner struggles with something, trying to find a string or something that is blocked inside…īob: Jesus, I’ll find out what is jamming up this damned third octave- God, what a mess… ![]() He thrusts his hand inside the piano and digs around. Sometimes you have to get personal with pianos, and it seems this piano needs personal care and attention…like, real personal…like, how do you do, you crappy old upright? ![]() Can’t you can’t find anything better to do than torment me…īob gives a huge tug, then stumbles downstage… He is caught for a moment…īob: Sorry. Your laughter was hot-hot, and I couldn’t look into those dark-dark eyes anymore.īob: I can’t believe that you’d pull a trick like this. You two were like flies screwing on the windowsill on a hot day in August. He pulls hard.īob: Shit, I know it’s you… You can’t forgive. He follows it inside…the hammer is stuck and he can’t free it. It needs, at the very least, new strings and pins and desperately needs some care and attention, but I don’t have any guarantees that it’ll ever play in tune.īob readjust a few notes, the addresses the piano directly:īob: What comes out of you is just old squeaks and squawks and believe me, you son of a bitch, you are finished.īob struggles with a pin, then drops his hammer into the piano. From Scene 3 Bob Has an Argument with a Pianoīob: So what’s is wrong with this instrument? Everything. ![]()
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