Macdo and music

Today I committed a political crime: I went to McDonalds for a fish burger. I’m sorry, but I like them so ha! This particular branch of McDonalds is in Brent X shopping centre and they’ve recently updated it, with pop art orange chairs, wifi and a baby grand. Some teenagers started to play the piano and they were bloody good. People smiled. The dead atmosphere felt different, sweeter and softer. After a few bars of Alicia Keys and some classical, a Mcjobber came up and told them to stop.
Your roving reporter, ever the trouble-maker, insisted on seeing the manageress: I said: “McDonalds adverts are forever trying to give the impression that you have a sense of community, well this is community, let them play”. People got up and agreed with me. Tables of people nodded and clapped. The manageress smiled and said ” Of course you can play, go ahead, we just get sick of it when people play Chopsticks for 20 minutes”. I pointed out that it was clear that these kids knew their stuff, she replied that a 10 year old boy often comes in to play jazz. “Now we’ve given him a Saturday job. He comes in every Saturday between 12 and 2 and plays for McDonalds meals for himself and his family.” Gotta check that out.
The teenagers got up and played again, but this time it was Linkin Park and Nirvana…