[ WP ] Humanity is admitted to the Galactic Republic , however they have to meet one condition : to ban the production and distribution of music . Turns out humanity is the only species in the galaxy to create music , and its emotional affects are so potent it can incapacitate or entrance most species ' .

I stared at the object in disbelief. It had been a long time since I'd anything like this beautiful creation of humanity, shining in the dim light of the bar. 
 
 Years ago, when we made contact, everyone was so thrilled by the new discovery. Ditching music seemed a small price to pay for all that they promised. Undoubtably longer life spans, access to the infinite universe, vast amounts of knowledge and power, and even a chance to be seen as equal among these species. Giving up a simple peice of entertainment was the least of our concerns. 
 
 However, once again, the human race stumbled headfirst into something we did n't have a full understanding of. And how could we have known? No one stopped to think about how something as insignificant as a few tones could profoundly affect their life, and by the time we realized, it was too late. We had fully committed, and now had to live with the consequences of our actions. 
 
 Music became what heroin or cocaine had been on our old world- an outlawed substance, a drug. And without it, we became a shell of a species. People lived in constant fear when a single misplaced whistle could lead to immediate death. And with the new surveillance technology, we could n't so much as hum, even when we were alone. 
 
 And now, after nearly 70 years without so much as a hint of a whistle, I stood in front of what could be the most potent weapon in the universe. The only other person there, the bartender, smiled as I slowly approached the polished black wood. 
 
 `` Would you like to try it out?'' He asked. 
 
 I nodded, slowly made my way over to the bench, and sat down. As I lifted the cover, a beautiful sight graced my eyes. The ivory keys called out to my trembling hands, and I slowly placed them down, half expecting the police to barge in at any moment. 
 
 Harmony. 
 
 A beautiful sound graced my ears, and suddenly I was overcome with a feverish desire I had n't felt in years. My fingers set to work, making sweet music with the piano. Something deep inside me was suddenly awakened, and I was determined to satisfy the decades-old hunger. My throat began to quiver, and I started to sing along with the smooth piano. 
 
 `` It's nine-o-clock on a Saturday...''
