[ WP ] Turn a well known songs lyrics into a short story

I step into the bar at about eight fourty-five on Saturday night. John, the bartender, hands me a cold beer as I sit down at the beat-up, old piano. `` Here you go, Mr. Martin,'' he says with a charming smile. John's an actor, or, at least, wants to be one. He has n't gotten into any movies yet. 
 
 At around nine all the regulars come in. That's all this bar ever gets, the regulars. They come in, every Saturday, and sit and drink. I know them all so well. 
 
 There's the old man, who always sits in the corner, never gave me his name. He's usually pretty quiet, and I'm surprised when he asks me to play a song. `` Any song, really,'' he says to me, `` just make it a melody.'' 
 
 I start playing, just a tune in my head, and all the people here turn and raise their glasses to me as they drown their sorrows, their unfulfilled dreams, in their drinks. 
 
 There's the waitress, she wants to be a politician, but she's stuck in this bar until she can pay off some of her debt. 
 
 There's Paul, who does something in real estate, he's never found the perfect woman. 
 
 Next to him is Dave, he's usually stuck on a ship for half the year, but he still manages to come back here whenever he can. 
 
 There's the businessmen who always sit at the same table. I'm pretty sure they drink together in fear of just being lonely. 
 
 And there's me of course. I tried to get a record out, but the goddamn producers fucked up my record, so I'm stuck here until I can get to a different label. 
 
 As I play, and I sing, the crowd looks at me, and I finally understand that they're not just here for the beer, they're here because of me. I help them forget about life for a while, because I'm the piano man, and I've got them feeling alright. 
 
 
 Piano Man- Billy Joel 

