My granddaughter wants to take piano lessons. Her mother, my daughter, a truly wonderful pianist, wants to make it happen. She is shopping for a Yamaha U3AR like she played. I am engineering how to lift this very heavy piano to the family level of her town house on the second floor, three floors above street level. This is going to be hard. I personally will make it work and try to make it look easy. I sort of wish the granddaughter wanted to play the violin. There is a future playing in shopping malls apparently.