The master pianist bowed to the audience, and sat at the piano. The concert hall was large and quietly expensive, the audience was nicely dressed - this was no student concert. The first piece began softly, the pianist lovingly caressed each key as he made his music. As the piece went on, the tempo didn't change, but the music began to swell, to fill out the simple melody that began. The tempo slowly shifted and the sound filled the hall, keeping everyone's attention tightly focused on the swaying musician. Just as the music reached its peak, he jumped out of the crowd and tackled the musician, cutting out his still-beating heart with an obsidian knife and eating it as quickly as he could, stealing away the power of music. He proceeded to sit and the piano and play, better than ever before, so well that the audience forgot to react to the grisly murder.

Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for your art.