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I cant do it. Excuse me? My fingers traced the outlines of the ivory keys. Lingered between C and E flat, gingerly applied pressure to the white key between; a rather dull, solitary D note floated out from the depths of the old grand piano at whose helm I sat. This thing was at least 80 years old, carefully transported to the composition chambers of Northwood High School for the enjoyment of its plethora of musically gifted students. It wouldve been a pretty elegant feeling, you know, playing such a majestic instrument, if it werent for the slender young woman scrutinizing me over the top of a chipped wooden clipboard.