You grab the keyboard and head back into your camp. Everyone is giving you slightly worried looks as you hook up the old plastic thing, but you have a good feeling about this. As you finish and step back, an out-of-nowhere lightning bolt strikes the old plastic piano, which turns on and starts playing itself. Hey, maybe that good deed cleaning up after others really did earn you some credit. Not only that, but that little-understood force called “electricity” has precisely reprogrammed the piano to turn it into a mean drum machine with incredible leads. The synths are complex, the melodies are powerful, and the structures form and spin like intricate wheels within wheels. As the night wraps up, the piano slowly powers down, and you head to your tent with both a sense of accomplishment and a newfound interest in that cryptic phenomenon, “electricity,” that made your evening possible.