I remember when I was.a kids we would visit my cousins' house. In the basement was an old player piano -- you know, the kind that had a perforated cylinder with musical notes punched in. Somehow, when you pumped the pedals, the cylinder would spin and the piano would play the music all by itself. I used to enjoy watching in awe as the keys moved on their own. 

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Of course, all the music they had were old ragtime tunes, from the era when player pianos were popular. I wondered whether the guy (gal?) who pumped the pedals in the saloon or moving picture theater was a celebrity of sorts. So I wrote a fun satire... hope you like it. I always do.... it reminds me of those fun days as a kid in my cousins' basement.

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