Big Violin Name Novels & Stories

She looked down. Another alert. "I've got a match." She projected a high-resolution photograph onto the wall. It showed an exclusive charity auction held just eleven months earlier. Collectors stood around rare musical instruments displayed beneath glass. Near the center of the image... Behind velvet ropes... Was a violin. Its label read: Anonymous Italian Instrument – Private Collection Noah stepped closer. His breathing stopped. "No..." He whispered. "It can't be." "What?" Elara asked. He pointed toward the scroll. "There."

He was still staring at Delwyn Anderson and continued his words, “I ever heard that Crudus’ violins were buried in the Alps by an ancient musician called Crudus. He loved his wife very deeply. Yet, his wife died at the early age due to a particular cause. Based on his love and sincerity towards his wife, Crudus created those two violins. Based on what I’ve heard, those two violins can be very exorbitant with their fantastic prices if they’re sold in an auction.” “How can you figure that out, Eriwan Rocky?” said Delwyn Anderson coldly. He was still hardening his jawline and clenching his fist.

It felt like there were real cherub angels surrounding him as his fingers touched the strings. He looked good in the stage too, like he was naturally born to stand in it with the spotlight illuminating the soft curls of his shoulder-length golden brown locks. It was tied into a low ponytail but still, it looked majestic. I had to contain the excitement bubbling inside me. Yes, I just can’t believe that this man providing a live violin music for the last dance is the vice president of the Fancy Pants Club, Mr. Vincent Dominico Altair. Listening to him play now, it made me remember our almost-too-personal meeting a few minutes ago...

Walking in to the hall at the start of a rehearsal is always a bit on an assault on the ears. One hundred assorted instruments are all being variously plucked, bowed, blown or thumped as their players warm up and check that everything is in working order. I slip in among the first violins and reverently remove Malachi from his case. Malachi and I have been playing together for four years now. I bought him with my very own money, money that I earned from my first album- the one I released just after winning Young Musician of the Year. He's a Cremona Stradivari and very precious to me. I do have another violin, Eddie, who is an electric violin made of carbon fibre and looks skeletal and very c

"That's not the point. Shaluna got its name because of who played it. Yeah, it's technically excellent, but what gives it real value is the soul behind it—the meaning, the history." She added, "Sharon's mom used it in her prime. Sharon and I have taken great care of it ever since. But honestly? Modern violins have improved on a lot of the old limitations. Purely in terms of performance, newer ones can actually surpass it." Her eyes remained fixed on Kelly's violin. "That one was probably custom-built at a ridiculous price. It might actually outperform Shaluna." While they spoke, Kelly and Theo's duet came to an end.

He opens the case and steps back, motioning to the glossy black violin resting against a cushion of red velvet. I can readily admit I have no idea what I’m looking at. The brands and craftsmanship of string instruments go right over the top of my head, but I do know this violin in particular cost me a small fortune. It’s nearly as expensive as the entire fucking house I’m designing on the outskirts of Moonrise.

She says, and I shrug. "Actually, Celia Clementine." She says, and I freeze. "You saved my life, Viola." She says, like it is explanation enough, and my heart begins to pound, my ears, hot. "Please, don't name her after me, I am nothing special, please don. . " I stammer, heaving.

This was not just any violin—it was a relic, a piece of her very identity. The violin once belonged to the legendary Loberni, a virtuoso who also happened to be Evangeline's mentor. Loberni's face, with his friendly beard and the serene vibe of a true artist, popped into her head. His insane talent for music had made him a standout in his day, but it was his deep understanding of music and his masterful playing that earned him the title of 'prodigy.' When Loberni bowed out of the limelight, he handed this violin to her.

They were astonished by the violin Audrey was using. The violin belongs to a very famous violin maestro and reportedly there is only one in this world. Then how could Audrey have it? "Where did you get that violin?" Drizzt asked Nicky curiously. Nicky smiled a little and said, "I bought it," she replied briefly. Nicky couldn't believe it, how could he buy such a classic and quality item? Because the last news Drizzt heard was that the violin could not be bought. Regardless of the price offered.