It's no cause for concern.

Sunday night in the drugstore. Ten mintues till closing. The last customer in the store has just returned a little Casio keyboard they bought last Christmas and they've left. I'm leaning across the counter on my elbows filling out the last of the paperwork for it. I shove the papers away and press the power switch on the keyboard. They've left the batteries in.

I put it on the piano setting and start to play the first few bars of Coldplay's Amsterdam I'd taken great pains to teach myself. "Come here," I sing quietly. "My star is fading."

"I swerve out of control
If I, if I'd only waited
I'd not be stuck here in this hole"

I stand on my toes and look over the Altoids display to see if I'm alone.

"Come on
My star is fading.
I see no chance of release
I know I'm dead on the surface
But I am screaming underneath."

The lights go out.