More than just keys and walking upright, they hold fans which hold fans.
The color is odd, but they've been through so much, played one way and played another; they just kept the color of the last song.
All keys retire and these keys kept quiet until the day they walked away.
Now, on their own and just travelling around they've shrugged off their musical past and have been known to change seats on a train if someone should ask them about their old days as a grand piano.
"Concerts, Mozart, covered with ivory... so what?" they reply, "If I could do it all again I wouldn't be a piano key for a million dollars; I'd rather be a rifle butt or a table leg."