The Piano Music

The Golden Piano | The Golden Girl | The Phoenix Hotel & Casino

Suvarna Aurum

A few days later, Ragtime "showed up" at the Golden Girl's rehearsal. The Girl yelled loudly at Ragtime,

"You're not supposed to be here! This is MY piano! It was made for me because I am a Golden Girl!" The Golden Girl was furious, but Ragtime was there to prove her own right. The pianist glanced down at her papers from the Magick rep she had met with briefly regarding the Golden Girl.

"I am ALSO a Golden Girl! Look!" Ragtime shoved her paperwork in front of the Golden Girl so she could see it. The document was Ragtime's birth certificate.

First Name: RAGTIME

Middle Name: GOLDEN

Last Name: MAPLE

"See," Ragtime pointed at her middle name "Golden." "I'm ALSO a Golden Girl, and now, no one can ever say otherwise."

The Golden Girl folded her arms across her chest and refused to move from her seat on the piano bench.

Ragtime continued, "I also found out your real name, in both Sanskrit AND Latin." Ragtime showed the Golden Girl the paperwork from the Magick rep. It wasn't a birth certificate, but it did state the Golden Girl's "current name in use" as:

Suvarna Aurum

"Suvarna" and "aurum," both words for Gold, but in different languages, both considered dead languages in the 21st Century. "Suvarna" is Sanskrit for Gold and "aurum" is Latin for Gold. So in English, the Golden Girl's name is "Gold Gold."

"You know that's not my name!" The Golden Girl was still angry.

"It is too your name! At least for now it is." Ragtime turned around to look through the other papers in her bag.

"I also found something that says you're the Piano Maker's granddaughter and your mother was turned to Glass for having allowed your behavior."

"Fine! Have it your way Ragtime!" Suvarna was still mad and she made a snotty little face when she said Ragtime's name. Suvarna got up from the piano bench and handed Ragtime a small, golden key that unlocked the piano bench where Suvarna and the Hotel Manager had put the piano's music. As soon as Ragtime turned the key in the lock, the Golden Piano started playing.

"Oh, by the way Ragtime, the Piano only knows songs through their Earth year 2010 AD. See ya!"

Ragtime smiled to herself as Suvarna ran off. 2010 was the year she received her first piano, made from a Golden Maple tree on her old street. The only other document she had about the Golden Piano was a note that mentioned the Hindu god, Vishnu, who had apparently been writing down the piano's song titles since 500 BC. The only problem was he had written everything in Sanskrit.

Ragtime glanced briefly at the piano music in the bench as the Golden Piano started to play another song. The song it played was the Carnival Parade, a song formerly known as "Reuben & Cherise." The song was written by Jerry Garcia about Lancelot, a popular character in the Arthurian legend's chivalric romance tradition. He is typically depicted as King Arthur's close companion and one of the greatest Knights of the Round Table, however it seems he was also known as a horrific, problem-causing, terrorizing, undisclosed gay.

Ragtime sat down at the Golden Piano and set her own piano music on the piano's Golden music rack. The piano quieted down and stopped playing, so Ragtime rehearsed a few of her jazz standards until the evening restaurant staff arrived for dinner. As Ragtime was packing up to leave, the Hotel Manager offered Ragtime a bottle of Golden Beer.

Ragtime & The Golden Piano

"Thanks Bailey!" Ragtime grabbed the song music off the piano's music rack to take home with her.

"What song was that?" Bailey was curious.

"It's called the  Carnival Parade. It was written about undisclosed gays and an event that took place a few hundred years ago. Around 600 individuals a murdered Chinese Emperor didn't exterminate." 

Bailey glanced at the song music. "I wonder if the rest of the piano's songs are about similar individuals?" 

"It's possible." Ragtime took a few more songs from the piano bench. "I'll take these home with me and make sure, then check the rest after that. Maybe we need to replace the piano's music with songs of our own.

"Ok, good thinking Ragtime. See you tomorrow!" Bailey walked off toward the dining room and Ragtime left with her bag filled with questionable piano music.