Novel & Cerita Call Out My Name Piano Sheet Music

I still did not know who was playing or the music they were but I listened to the chords flowing effortlessly, careful not to make a sound so as not to break this moment. Without meaning to, I started to walk fully into the music studio, to the corner where the grand piano was. It was a boy that was playing and he couldn't see me because his back was to me. He was playing with both hands and they were moving gracefully on the chords. The music had a familiar ring to it but I still couldn't tell.... Boulevard of broken dreams.

* Mr Cam distributed a sheet of paper round to everyone. *Now look at the notation and practice it with your partner... with this I believe you will be able to compose a very good music!* I glance through the paper and smile, this is very simple, I already learnt this before at my previous school. "Do you know how to sing this?" Court boy asked. Ok, I shouldn't call him court boy anymore since he already introduced himself correctly. "Yeah, don't you?" He shakes his head. "Don't worry, I'll teach you! It's very simple!"

Ivy, radiant in her elegance, moved through the crowd with a grace that captivated everyone. The grand piano, the centerpiece of the room, beckoned Ivy. As she settled onto the bench, a hush fell over the guests, anticipation hanging in the air. The first notes of the piano cascaded like crystal raindrops, and a familiar melody began to unfold. It was the same tune that had echoed through the halls of Gerard's mansion today.

I stood right next to him and reached out. “Here, put your fingers like this.” My hand covered his on the fretboard. Our fingers brushed together over the warm strings, and a spark shot up my arm, all the way to my chest. It was like electricity mixed with something sweeter. I pulled my hand back a little, but not all the way. Ethan’s breath caught. “Like this?” he asked, trying the chord again. His voice sounded different now — deeper.

"Look at you. If it gets damaged, I'll just buy you another one. Don't be so stingy." Watching their intimate exchange, I sneered inwardly. Pretending I was unfamiliar with the instrument, I sat down at the piano and took a deep breath. My fingers casually pressed a few random keys, producing a messy string of notes as I reacquainted myself with the feel of the keyboard. "It's fine," Wendy said generously. "It's your first time touching a piano. Of course you'd be curious." I looked at her and smiled softly. Then, I recalled the sheet music from the piece she had just played—Debussy's Reflections in the Water. My fingers flew across the keys, and the melody flowed effortlessly from the piano