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"You're traveling through another dimension, a
dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a
journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are
that of the imagination.
Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE."
- Rod Serling
The Piano - A TWILIGHT ZONE story
By Anon Allsop
Chris Blake had one wish, to appear on stage in front of a
vast multitude of fans and experience the thrill of their
applause and adoration. Chris is about to find out what
happens, when you open the door to... THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
He wanted stardom, and headed west with Hollywood as his
destination. Hoping all of time and money spent on singing,
piano and acting lessons would pay off. Sure of himself, he
decided that the time was right for the move.
Motoring along a dusty back road, Chris happened to glance
down into a small tree lined valley and spied what looked
like an old town. His curiosity being tweaked, he began to
look for a way down into the well hidden little town.
After what seemed like hours, he finally found a lane which
had grown over through the years, it was apparent that at
one time this may have been a very bustling little road,
but had been unused for many years. He might be the only
one to have ever stepped foot in the town for a long, long
while.
Pulling his car to a stop outside one of the dilapidated
buildings, Chris off the engine and opened his door. With
fascination, he surveyed the entire surroundings before
stepping from his vehicle. Leaning against his car he
looked up one street and then turning, looked back down the
other. It looked as if he had just stepped onto the back
lot of some Hollywood movie set. Still sitting as they
probably had for years, were three wagons, their tongues
resting against the ground where their long gone drivers
must have placed them. He walked to the first one and
looked inside, not much of the inside was left as weather
had taken their toll. The weeds were thick and growing
right through the rotted floor.
Chris stepped up onto a nearby sidewalk made from wood
planks nailed to a frame, his weight making the old boards
creak. Gingerly he tested the walkway before moving any
further, once satisfied, he began to explore. The building
that he had parked before appeared to be an old Livery
Stable, with saddles and tack still where they were placed
long ago. The heavy smell of straw filled his nostrils, as
he moved about the room.
Some of the items there were in surprising condition, the
leather was a bit dry but with work could be resurrected.
He found an old roll top desk and opened it up, not much of
value there as most of it was of the written nature. He
picked up a bill that had been laying on the top of the
long ago manager's desk, it was for 10, 25 lb. sacks of
grain at a cost of $15.38. Chris chuckled to himself at
this paltry cost, in today's market... it would most likely
be considerably more.
He stepped back out into the walk and started down the near
side of the street, he could imagine the people of the time
as they passed nodding their greetings toward one another.
Stopping at the end of one street he looked back at the
buildings, he could almost hear the sounds that this small
town made in its day. As he stepped down into the street he
could hear the crunch of the stone and gravel under the
weight of his feet. Most of the street had already been
reclaimed by weeds from un-use, some of them remained
untouched... like the one he was currently on.
He crossed the street and stepped back onto another walk,
approaching the first building he came to. From the look of
the shingle out front, it looked like a mercantile of some
sort. The door gave way to minimal efforts and slowly swung
open, gingerly he peered inside. To his amazement, most of
the shelves were completely stocked, though dusty. He began
to look over some of the items and realized that there was
a fortune of antiques in here. Even the nondescript items
like blue jeans lying on the rack were worth thousands.
Smiling to himself at his fortunate luck, he made a mental
note of the items he would take with him when he left the
little town.
He looked down toward a long glass case and as he wiped the
dust aside gasped at its contents, four Colt revolvers,
each one in mint condition. Chris could almost count the
money he was going to get for this bounty, which made him
wonder how he would free up enough room in the car for
everything he wanted to take along.
All about the room were items as simple as a hairbrush or
hand mirror, to the rather large items like the plow
resting under the window. He stood in the center of the
room and smiled, everything was covered under a layer of
dust which revealed the fact that none had been here since
the day that the people had abandoned their sleepy little
village.
His eye caught a small beaded pouch suspended on a string
of thin leather, that it had been made by the local tribes
of the day he was certain. What leather that was there was
still pretty soft and pliable, but it was the beauty of the
item caused Chris to push it into his pocket.
Chris was more determined than ever to explore this
valuable location, he headed out of the shop and moved on
down the street. He passed a dress shop with yellowed
clothing still in the windows, this door was still locked
so for the time being he continued on down the walk. The
second building he came to was an Undertaker's residence.
He passed on this shop for fear of what he would find in
the back room. The third store he came to was their
barbershop, he pressed his face to the glass and looked
inside. The dirty distorted glass made a quality view
almost impossible, but Chris could see nothing of interest
or value at this shop... he decided to move on.
He noticed that he was coming toward a small cross street,
on the opposite corner sat the little town's bank. Greed
will do strange things to a person, Chris was no different.
He quickly crossed this street lined with high thistles and
horse weed and stepped to the door. After a moment, he
realized that it too was locked, but only for a fleeting
moment. His shoulder splintered the door away from the
hinges and he caught it as it toppled toward the floor.
Leaning it against the wall he brushed the dust from
himself and stepped into the room.
His heels thudded against the wood planking of the floor as
he was now a man on a mission, he was looking for the
riches this bank could relinquish. His efforts paid off as
the safe was still open and the contents were for all to
see. He picked up a few of the paper bills and looked at
them...most had dates of 1877 or earlier. At least that
gave him the time period of the town. The bills weren't
worth anything on today's market, he knew that only antique
dealers would want those, so he put them down. At that same
moment, his eyes caught a small glint of yellow coin,
strewn about under the bills thrown in disarray. He began
to sift through the bills in an effort to find the golden
coins. Each gold piece would bring a hefty sum in today's
market.
Chris removed all of the golden coins and dropped them one
by one into his trembling hand. Digging deep into his
pocket he pulled out the beaded bag and began to drop them
in. His smile grew wider as the light clink of the coin
sounded with each one dropped. He placed the bag around his
neck where he could feel the small pouch and its valuable
contents nestled next to his skin.
He pushed the paper contents around in the safe and not
seeing any more, he decided to move on. As he left the bank
he thought he heard a piano being played and decided to
check it out. Only a short diagonal across the weed covered
street was a building, he made his way through the weeds
that grew in this particular area of the street.
Slowly he pushed the big double doors open and watched as
the beams of sunlight reflected the dust that was in the
air. There were chairs arranged at each table to look like
some type of diner or pub. He moved toward a huge dusty red
wall of cloth, he surmised that this might have been some
type of theater. As he climbed the short stairs he tried to
find his way behind the curtain without luck. Slowly he
fought with the dust covered cloth until he found the
antiquated rope cord that would open the curtain, he began
to pull at the cord. It gave to his efforts and slowly
began to open bathing the entire area with a soft light of
the windows.
Struggling with the old cable, he finally was awarded for
his effort and the curtain came to a stop. Within the dim
lighting of the stage he saw an antique piano centered
before a vast bank of mirrors. As he stood on center stage
he was in awe of the buildings sheer size and splendor, it
truly was a work of beauty. Ornate silks and rich woodwork
abound in this beautiful theater, it's polished floors need
only to be cleaned to show their luster again. This was
truly a gem, Chris would love to have seen it in its day,
all clean and polished...filled with people.
He walked back to where the piano sat and tapped a key, the
sound cut through the quiet like a knife. He could see
where a small rodent had been walking across the
keys...that must have been what caused the sound he had
heard. He picked out a cord and played it on the yellowed
keys, it surprised him that it was still in tune for such
an old piano.
He moved to the front and searched around for a place to
sit, his quick glance revealed the bench resting to the
back of the stage. As he carried it across to the piano he
wondered if there were any old sheet music nested inside
the bench...he couldn't get that lucky. He carefully placed
it in the front of the piano and opened the bench, it was
completely full of old yellowed music. He pulled one out
and sat it on the piano, he studied the title... "If Wishes
Were True".
He glanced to the copyright date is said 1869, slowly he
placed each hand in the proper position and began to play.
The room was suddenly filled with the melodious sounds of
the antique piano, Chris was in heaven. As his hands
drummed out the happy little tune he realized that others
were in the room with him. He turned his head and watched a
young woman in a long dress carry beers from the long bar
to a table of men taking a moment while playing cards to
watch the stage. Chris couldn't believe his eyes as each
person's eyes were upon him while he continued to play on
and on.
The people seemed very appreciative of his music as he
smiled and nodded at them from where he sat and played.
Every once and a while some one would give a "whoop" and
wave their hat in his direction. One fellow even whistled
at him and then raised his mug of beer in a mock toast.
Chris closed his eyes and continued to play, knowing that
the images he was seeing was only in his imagination.
As Chris finished the tune the crowd erupted with a
boisterous cheer and stood clapping... for him! Chris was
all smiles knowing that they were cheering for him and his
music, he only wished that it were real. He stood up to
take a bow and as he did his eyes fell upon the long curly
golden tresses that cascaded down, each bouncing as they
reached their length. He reached up and pulled on one of
the bouncy curls and let it spring back into place. In
panic and fear, Chris spun toward the mirrors where the
sight that met him caused all his breath to escape in one
gasp.
Chris no longer looked as he had when he woke up, his form
no longer that of Chris Blake. Now they all knew him as
Christine Blakeley "The Golden Songbird of Willow Valley".
Even Chris' own mind began to cloud with confusion, as he
couldn't determine which life was real.
Her eyes wandered downward as she took in the clothing...
dressed in a long flowing gown of pink and white silk, it
had a high collar where it hid her creamy white complexion
and ample bosom. Gracefully, she brought a slender hand to
her chest where she felt the little pouch and its golden
treasure nestled tenderly and protectively between her
breasts.
Little ringlets of golden hair framed her stunning face,
and stared back out of crystalline blue eyes under long
dark lashes. Christine fell back into the piano and as she
did...caught herself from falling, not able to take her
eyes from the mirror. She felt she was losing her mind but
couldn't take her beautiful eyes from the reflection.
Upon her head she wore a hat of matching pink and white
silk, it had a long single feather descending, which had
been dyed to match her dress. Christine's trembling hand
went to her mouth as she took in her reflection, a
concerned man had moved to her side and supported her from
falling. He smiled and helped her to the side of the stage
as the curtain began to close.
"I was afraid that this might happen to you Christine, you
shouldn't be performing in your condition anymore." The man
held her close while the young woman's eyes sparkled back
at him. "You really need to think of yourself now."
Christine tried to speak and the man placed his finger
against her very kissable lips, "Shhhh, lets go home." He
picked up his hat and handed her a silky pink clutch purse.
"You can perform AFTER the baby has been born, but first
you must take care of yourself and our child."
Offering the exquisitely beautiful and distraught woman his
elbow, he waited for her to take it. She frowned... not
sure on what to believe.
"Oh come now, Christine...it's not that bad! You'll be
back, your fans will see to that!" The tall man smiled and
kissed the woman's upturned lips as they glistened back in
the reflected light. "Let's go home."
With each step from the piano, Chris Blake became no more.
Christine had her husband and career to think of... and the
tiny child developing in her womb. She knew that she would
be back, you can't really keep a performer away for long.
***
Chris did get his wish of sorts, he was now adored by his
fans and cheered by countless hundreds. However, Chris
Blake never made it to Hollywood, instead he took a trip
through time. His destination became a sleepy little town
located in the middle of... THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
End.
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