good evening, my dear friends - it's me, key. that's short for keyboard, by the way, nice to meet you. no, it's not some weird name given to me by my parents; i am literally a keyboard. you know, the one occasionally used for literary things? some people think i'm like an advanced piano, but no. that's my cousin, her name is also key. people never get us mixed up in person, but it does happen verbally. i sit next to a computer, and have no use without my dear friend. i admire my cousin's job sometimes, it sounds so fun to be a musician. but my office job is peaceful, and i enjoy it. my human uses me for a variety of things. most of the time, he's writing stories, but every so often he'll do something else, like comment on a video, make a spreadsheet, or whatever. i can see everything that he types. most of it is weird, but i'm not allowed to question it. if i did, i would probably get burned or something. i think he likes me, i'm a pretty color, and i my keys sound nice. it's a clickity clackity type of noise. my sister downstairs sounds a lot worse than i do, and i feel bad for her, because she's often neglected. anyways, back to my human - he treats me nicely a lot of the time, i'm cleaned with a wet towel every week or so. if my keys break, i'm carefully taken apart and fixed. i don't think i'll be thrown out for a while, and i'll probably be sold to a new human over ebay because i'm too nice to truly get rid of. my sister? not so much. i feel for her a lot. i'm very proud of the works i've created with my human, he has a wonderful imagination. i'm sure he'll make it big someday. i just wish he would quit rage slamming me so often. oh, here he comes. until next time, my friends.
what has keys but can't open a door? that's me!!
