The Planetarium

The year is the 1925. The Jazz and brass age of mid america. You are in your mid twenties. you are <strong>an ambitious pianist.</strong> ║█║█║║█║█║█║║█║█║║█║█║█║█║█║║█║█║█║║█║█║║█║█║█ ║█║█║║█║█║█║║█║█║║█║█║█║█║█║║█║█║█║║█║█║║█║█║█ ║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║║ ╚╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩╩ a musician. ♫♪ an artist. ♪ a good for nothing [[piker]] But lately you've created nothing. You find your best work to be done when in a depressed state, and sadly you've been really happy lately. This is thanks to your sweetheart. You are torn between two loves, and it seems that you can not have both...[[wake up]]

pik·er ˈpīkər/ noun-informal noun: piker; plural noun: pikers 1. North American a gambler who makes only small bets. a cautious and cowardly person. 2. Australian/NZ a person who withdraws from a commitment.

*There's a large rythmic <strong>KNOCK</strong> on the door. Last night was pretty brutal to you. A late night of burning through to much giggle water and cigarettes have left your mouth ashy and dry. Your eyes are heavy. Your head is.... ... .. . .spinning. [[answer the door]] [[morning routine|morning routine2]]

When you walk to the door you see a shadowed figure in the haze of the glass, standing still you notice as you reach for the door handle they do as well simultanious with your movements. by now the door is open. You stand there confused at the sight of nothing, no one is at the door, but there is something. on the ground is a [[card]] you pick it up and hold it. its warm. not a bad sign, just an odd one. you shut the door and look at it as if trying to see a reflection from the right angle. "strange"...you say confused. "what's strange?" comes a voice from the other room. "oh. uh." you ponder on the thought of mentioning the [[shadow and the letter]] or just talking about the [[letter]]

You open the door to the bathroom, and go to brush your teeth. upon looking in the mirror you see yourself completely dressed up and looking sharp. surrounded by people all talking and laughing. your mirrored image winks at you and you freak out shutting and rubbing your eyes...it's gone. whatever it was it's gone and now your starring at yourself in morning clothes and a hungover look, you take a big sigh and finish your morning routine. you two leave the apartment but you feel anxious to get back home to practice for your upcoming performance... [[Practice Piano|"Ya but maybe later? I need to practice first]] Your Sweetheart looks at you with a smile and asks if you're ready to go? [[go?]]

<h1> GOOD MORNING </h1> <p>"You have been invited to an evening at <strong> The Planetarium </strong> guests should arive on time and whenever they see fit...today would be the best time, but today is a relative term ain't it?"</p> you check the front of the card for a date of delivery but there's nothing. not even a return address... [[done reading |answer the door]]

"There was a figure at the door after the knock. we both reached for the door handle...when I opened the door, it just vanished I guess..." their voice was friendly and a little sarcastic "You sure you didn't just see yourself?" "What? How would that even be possible" you start to question your reality. "Your reflection ya old [[Bird]]" "OH ya...maybe...but I checked and there is no..." Your Sweetheart gives you a big morning kiss.."come on! get dressed and lets go already!" [[go?]] [[alright alright...I'll be right back|morning routine]]

"There was a letter on the ground outside." "did you read it? [["no, let me look" |card]] "ya, take a look!" They read over the card and look excitted. I've never been! Do you wanna go?" [[go?]] [[morning routine]]

Bird "general term for a man or woman, sometimes meaning "odd,""

As the words leave your lips you snap back into reality, walking down the street hand in hand with your sweetheart. "...we're going to the planetarium remember?" "vaguely...." you mutter under your breath. "hm? what was that? sorry i couldn't hear you over the rain" RAIN?! you think to yourself..."it's not..." you look around and unbenounced to you it is in fact raining. raining hard too. calming though... "what's eating at you?" "Nothing sweetheart" you pull them in a little closer and you feel that warmth again. like the letter. "Just kinda dozed off for a little"...time passes as you walk through the streets.. [[Are we close? I've never actually been there before|ThePlanetarium with her]] [[Could we head back home? I need to practice|"Ya but maybe later? I need to practice first walk back]]

"We're actually here" your sweetheart grabs your arm tightly, and you walk inside and have a seat in the 3rd row from the front. Up front in center is a grand piano. Above it a laser show begins clusters of stars dancing to the swinging tune of the piano. Although content with your life you feel something missing, your lover holds your arm and gaizes at the wonderous streaks of light dancing to the glourious sounds of the piano. The Piano... The End.

"ya let's head back. It's kinda a long walk I guess" You and your sweetheart start to walk home, the hand you hold starts to turn cold, freezing actually. You let go and rub your hands together to warm them up. The sound of the rain and thunder turn into a rhythmic swing of music, you feel lonely and you look over to your side where your sweetheart was, now. a long set of piano keys trail to in front of you. You look around and realize you are back at home. You see a note on the living room table "Love Does not Enslave Prosperity, It Empowers It. The Planets dance to your music, but they may soon colide when out of tune with each other." [[Go play your performance]] [[FUCK MUSIC! Chase your sweetheart |ThePlanetariumplaying]]

You run to the performance, almost late and scramble to your seat at the piano in front of a large audience, you give a quick nod to the crowd and begin to play. This was is, your dream. But why do you feel so empty. There's a crowd of people. All Silent for you. Admiring you. but still. you feel alone.

You Chase them and you know where she's going. The Planetarium. Running through the rain and crowded roadways you finnally get to the door and scramble inside. Up front in center is a grand piano. Above it a laser show begins clusters of stars dancing to the swinging tune of the piano. you find your sweetheart...instantly you realize they are it. Your Muse. You can have both Love and Music.