Classical Music Lovers Novels & Stories

Alexandra could only hear her own heartbeat as she continued playing. After Clair de lune she shifted smoothly to Moonlight Sonata. Swiftly, her fingers hit the right keys and the room was again filled with another romantic and relaxing vibe of classical music. Alexandra ended the song, and the audience stood up, together with large and loud applause. The room was illuminated again with fluorescent lights on the ceiling. This time, Alexandra had a clearer view of her audience. Some were on smiles, some were talking and paying less attention, some were on smiles and talking - about her.

They were searching — scanning my face like he was trying to locate an acceptable answer before I noticed the gap between his words and the truth. The music from the live quartet at the far end of the room swelled and receded like a tide. They were playing something classical, something that belonged in a different century when men wore powdered wigs and women carried fans. The notes drifted through the air with practiced precision, each one perfectly placed, but there was something hollow about it. Beautiful but bloodless, like everything else in this room.

“I need to know if I’ll ever have to argue with you about dinner plans.” She laughs softly, the sound like music to my ears. “Alright, let’s see. Favorite food? Anything spicy. The hotter, the better.” I grin. “Good to know. And music?” “Classical, mostly,” she says, leaning back in her chair. “There’s something soothing about it, especially after a long day at the clinic. What about you?” “Same,” I admit, surprised at how much we have in common. “Though I have a soft spot for anything instrumental—strings, especially.”

Much like myself, if I was being honest, though significantly less neurotic about public appearances. The thing about being Germany's "Golden Boy of Classical Music"... yes, that's actually what Klassik Heute magazine called me last spring, complete with a photo shoot where they made me pose shirtless with my violin because apparently classical music needed more sex appeal is that everyone expects perfection. Every note, performance, every carefully curated public appearance. What they didn't expect, and what I'd spent the last decade ensuring they'd never discover, was that Klaus Richter, celebrated violinist and classical music's answer to a romance novel cover, was about as interested in

"It's not. Classical music is nice. I just expected you'd blast house music since you love to party a lot." He chuckles. "I wouldn't want to listen to house music all the time. Those kind would be suitable to parties and clubbing." "I didn't know you like boring music." I commented. "It does pretty get boring but piano pieces are sexy to my ears. It has this tingling feeling that gets me all the time." They're sexy to me now because you like them. Whoa, wait. What did I just say?! I shake my head. I nod at him. "Well, I don't get to hear these kind of music anymore these days. I didn't know you were a fan."

"Symphony no. 9 in D minor by Beethoven is what they're going to play now." I'll never understand why people like classical music played by an orchestra, but guess I'm going to find out now what the big deal is all about. I say nothing and keep listening. The music starts slow but soon becomes fast, faster still until it becomes haunting, yet beautiful. From the corner of my eyes, I see Dan lifting his fingers in tandem with the strings of the musical instruments. It's like he's the choirmaster and they're his people. I can't take it any longer, so I turn my face and look at him.

"What?" "You—" I'm searching for words. The champagne isn't helping. Neither is the music, which is doing something to the air in the car, making it thicker, warmer, harder to breathe. "—you don't fit jazz. You're—you're classical. You're Bach and Beethoven and—and things with structure. Things with rules." His mouth curves. That almost-smile again. "Is that what you think?" "That's what I know." "Based on what?"

"Let me tell you something. You know, at first I didn't care about the celebrity world at all. I just like classical music, as you know." Christian nodded, interested in Selene's change of tone. She knew very well that Selene was a true lover of classical music - she often attended major concerts and adored the works of famous composers like Bach, Mozart and Beethoven. The pop world, let alone modern celebrities, seems too far out of reach. "That's true. I've never seen you interested in pop music before. What has changed?"

To Ma Xiao-Er, Love is music. Ma Xiao-Er has a love for music ever since she was a little baby. Vice President Ma and her older sister, Ma Xiao-Yin had always been supportive of her pursuit of music. But not just any type of music. Classical music. Ma Xiao-Er dreamt of becoming a world class pianist and composer. She spent most of her time aboard studying classical music. While Wang Yi-An started her internship at Yang Corps, she had just returned home from studying in Europe. Her love for classical music was the only thing on her mind. Most eighteen years old around her age would be all over idols and superstars, but not for Ma Xiao-Er. Classical music was all she ever knew.

He needed her trust and he hoped that she would understand, and forgive him. Elena grabbed her robe off the couch and after thinking about it for a second, decided to change the music on the stereo. She pulled the Three Doors Down CD out and replaced it with her favorite piece of thinking music. She changed the settings on the receiver for classical music, set the volume to her 'thinking mode' notch, and went into the kitchen to finish making breakfast. The first notes of Beethoven's Symphony No. 9 floated out of the speakers. She felt calmness come over her; this piece always did that for her. She had several versions, but the 1962 recording by the Berlin Philharmonic and Herbert von Karaja