Made a big splash by playing their out-of-tune upright in the spare bedroom, with the kids all gathered around.
I can't play any songs that you might know, but I can make this thing sing if I really wanted to.
"You should make soundtracks for movies or something," says an impressed parent.
Meanwhile I'm thinking: *If this was my way of making a living, it'd ruin all the fun.
"This one's about my late grandma . . . " "This one's about a girl I loved so much that I couldn't stand her . . . " "This one's about . . . aw hell I don't know; I'm just making this **** up as I go."