Once there was a grand piano that sat quietly in a piano store. It dreamed of an owner. It longed for a musician to play sonatas on its beautiful black-and-white keys.
One day, its shiny wheels rolled onto a moving truck. At last, the piano thought, my music will be heard. As the truck headed down the highway, the piano bounced with every pothole. Its strings shivered. Its lid rattled.
Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes at a stoplight. The back door flew open. The truck lurched forward, and the grand piano slid backward, tumbling onto a busy road filled with cars and trucks.
“Watch out! Piano on the loose!” the driver shouted, running down the street after it.
At full speed, the piano rolled faster and faster, fearing its life was finished. Its strings tensed. Its lid clanged and banged against its body. As it raced downhill, the hammers struck the strings—clang, bang, twang!
Not even the piano pedals could stop its motion.
The driver ran for a mile, then another. Finally, he stopped. “Goodbye, my friend!” he called, watching the piano roll on.
Down one hill and up another, the piano passed homes, stores, and factories. At last, it slowed in a quiet neighborhood. It rolled into the driveway of 345 Penny Note Lane and didn’t move an inch farther.
“Hannah, I think the mailman is here,” Mr. Henderson called to his daughter as he mowed the lawn. Then, he turned around and jumped. “A piano?” he said. “What is a piano doing in our front yard?”
Hannah ran outside and gasped. A grand piano on wheels had arrived just for her.
“I prayed every day for a piano,” Hannah said. “I knew I was meant to play music. The piano found me.”
She dragged her bed out of her bedroom and onto the driveway. Neighbors peeked through doors and windows as Hannah rolled the piano inside.
Her father said nothing. He turned the lawn mower back on and finished cutting the grass.
That night, Hannah let music fill the room. She curled up beneath the piano’s shiny black body. Above her, the keys waited. And the piano, at last, was home.
Hannah slept beneath the piano, with no room for a bed—only melodies.
Copyright 2015 Jennifer Waters
LOGLINE
When a runaway grand piano tumbles from a moving truck and rolls through town, it unexpectedly finds its way to the doorstep of a young girl who has been praying for music—and discovers where it truly belongs.
PITCH
When a lonely grand piano dreams of finding a musician, fate intervenes in the most unexpected way. After tumbling from a moving truck, the runaway piano barrels through streets and neighborhoods until it comes to rest at the driveway of Hannah Henderson, a young girl who has been praying every day for a piano of her own. Certain that music is her calling, Hannah welcomes the wandering instrument into her home, even giving up her bed to make room for it.
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