Classical Music Lovers Novels & Stories

I didn't actually catch what she said so I pretended I didn't hear anything. "I'll bet anyone will fall asleep with that kind of music," I said referring to the classical music still playing. "I'll turn it off," she said, standing up to go towards the player. "No, it's fine," I said, stopping her. "It's kind of refreshing." I listen to a wide variety of music but we play rock music every day. I can’t even remember the last time I listened to a classical music like this. We just sat in silence for a while. So she liked classical music. She was not a fan so it makes sense that she didn't recognize me the day of the event. I must be the stupid one here all along.

No. I WAKE UP TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PIANO MUSIC I’VE EVER heard. Not that it means much, given my pathological inability to listen to anything without a techno beat, but this . . . it’s spectacular. Vaguely familiar. Probably classical. Elegant but intimate. Being awakened by any sort of loud noise is down there with eating paint chips in my list of favorite things, but this is so gentle and understated, I want to make it my forever alarm.

It was too torturous for the young people to sit and watch the opera with the elderly people! Corinne, however, was different. She was always very interested in classical music. When she was living in the countryside during her childhood, there was an old man who was a fervent fan of the opera. He would carry a bulky recorder to the entrance of their village and play opera music. After that, he would learn to sing along to the tape.

"It does not matter. My shoulder doesn't hurt at all now. Besides, I want to play with you as much as I want if your hands don't hurt. It feels more romantic when we play together as a team, rather than playing alone and one of them just listens.” "Fortunately I'm also good at playing the piano, so that's why we always matched and were destined to be together long ago." "This is the one I like about you." "Moreover, I like playing the classical music piano that we're playing right now." “Oh, I love music too, like Nocturne's. After all, it has a very romantic meaning, very suitable to describe our current relationship." "You can think like that." “The proof is that we have the same fondness

Classical music that was written to tell their listeners as the composers were having a major breakdown from their heartbreak. I feel you now, Mozart, Chopin, Beethoven, I thought as I was looking at the dawn that was shining through the sky. I snuggled a little closer into my coat before I was getting off for my destination. I was looking at the streets as I walked up the stairs to be greeted by the coldness and the quiets of the city. I smiled as I was stepping onto the sidewalk and moved toward my final destination. Where? I don’t know but there was something about this part of the city was talking to me.

The pack members who caught sight of him beamed with joy and admiration, their gestures a show of respect and love for their Alpha. The music that greeted me was a symphony of enchanting melodies. The soft notes of a piano mingled with the warm tones of a cello, creating a harmonious backdrop to the grand event. The strings of a violin weaved through the air, evoking emotions of love and tenderness. The musicians played with precision, their passion and talent evident in every note they produced.

Andrew jokes, making some of us laugh. "It doesn't hurt to experience a piece of something else other than that of Bach and Frans Liszt." Henry smirks at their concertmaster, as if knowing that those composers are Andrew's favorites. We walk toward the table, catching people's attention. Maybe most of them are wondering why we appear too formal for this Saturday night's out. Little do they know that we're all dressed up for a classical concert. I follow the pack, giggling beside Kyla with my arms linked to hers. But then, something catches my attention.

So, in a way, she had a nostalgic fondness for some particular pieces, but overall, she wasn't into classical music. Now, while Trisha didn't have any interest in classical music because either it bored her or it brought forth nostalgic and sad memories of a friend she hadn't been able to help, Trisha husband loved classical music. Very often when Trisha came, she would find Jonathan sitting in his favorite armchair, a glass of red wine in one hand, a book in the other and a serene expression on his face as he listened to his records. Trisha loved seeing Joanthan so at peace.

It set me off on a journey to listen to music that I wasn’t used to like Classical. I'd grown up hearing my family play lots of R&B, Smooth Jazz, Blues. And a little bit of Rap, Rock, Pop, Country & Hip-Hop. So naturally I love listening to those as well. But I absolutely love listening to Classical music now. Especially when I’m cooking, cleaning up, doing laundry and my homework. Also while I’m exercising and walking to or from school. I have a Sony Walkman and lots of cassette tapes. I got it for Christmas a few years back and haven’t put it down since.

He glances at me, thinking for a moment about my word choice. " Enthusiast," he repeats, "I wouldn't use the term enthusiast, but I do enjoy classical music," "What type of music do you like, Apphia?" "Anything Diana Ross and Lionel Richie," He turns his gaze to me momentarily, grinning, and presses a few buttons, and a duet by one of my favorite musicians comes on. Endless love. The music plays on, and we listen, humming quietly, slowly, and gently. My mother would play this song around the house, and we would sing along. I still wonder why I remember her so vividly; it feels like a million years since she was alive. I was a child, and everything was bright and big. The world was beautiful