Classical Music Lovers Novels & Stories

The music playing in the car was one of Mozart's classical pieces which of course, I wasn't a fan of. "A classical guy..." I commented. "Not really. Just a fan of here and there as long as it speaks the language my soul understands." "What's that supposed to mean? Soulful speaking music?" I asked with a laugh, not making sense of what he nor I was saying. He shrugged. "You?"

“He doesn’t want the viola to be the only thing in my life.” She could hear the disappointment in his voice. Finally, the applause began to die down. “They’re playing Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony tonight,” Jonah said. “It’s probably his most famous piece. Have you heard it before?” Caitlin shook her head, feeling stupid. She’d had a classical music class back in ninth grade, but she’d barely listened to a word the teacher had said. She didn’t really get it, and they had just moved, and her mind had been somewhere else. Now she wished she would have listened.

Their hands were still in each other’s when the lights went off, directing all attention to the stage as the curtains were rolled up. He watched as her face lit up when the soft classical music began. She looked at him, and he smiled back as though enjoying the experience. But the truth was, Christian would rather be anywhere else than sitting in an auditorium listening to calm opera music. It wasn’t his style. He was a rugged man who liked rugged things—the thumping bass at Club Hex, the chugging of alcohol, people dressed in barely anything, dancing like there was no tomorrow. The air heavy with cigar smoke, sweat, and alcohol—that was his definition of fun. Not this. Not the opera, where

he commented. She shook her head. “No one in our family has this kind of phobia. Maybe it was just destined to happen.” “What kind of music do you always listen to?” he added. “Classical music. It really calms me. It can also improve my mood.” “We have the same taste when it comes to music. Classical music for me speaks out things for you that you can’t. It makes me realize that there is actually something more to this world, something deep, hidden, and mysterious which gives meaning to life.”

Jepherson turned to Stuart and replied, "Go ahead." "Mr. Jepherson, about the classical concert, there are two sessions. We could still make it there on time if we leave now but the repertoire isn't the best." Stuart was frustrated that they were so unlucky. "What is it?" Jepherson looked at Stuart and asked. "It's Love Story, followed by Butterfly Lovers," Stuart replied. "We can't make it in time for Love Story?" Jepherson asked. Stuart replied, "Yes." "We'll go for Butterfly Lovers then."

The City's flag is a red sea changing into blue with a blind boy in the middle. Third show was high life music. This is a music played with drums, guitar and songs about life, money, respect and fate. It a dancing song and many loves it rhythm. The dance floor filled up with pair of couples as laughter echoed in the hall. Ray pushed the curtains and watched as everyone enjoyed themselves. He made his way to Vivian's room. He opened the door and was impressed by what he saw, Vivian looked like a goddess with her hair flowing on her back, red lips and pure eyes.

Their expressions reflected complete absorption in her music; the phantom sensation on their fingers pulsed but did not show. As Lilly's bow danced across the strings, the room fell into a hushed silence. The melody spoke of longing, connection, and something ineffable that seemed to reach beyond the notes themselves. Even those who typically had little interest in classical music found themselves captivated by the emotion pouring from her violin.

His fingers pressed into the music player, playing Pachelbel - Canon In D Major. "Is it okay to play classical music?" “This is my first time hearing class music," replied Nikki, not trying to hide her ignorance of classical music, causing him to breathe a sigh of relief. His fingers press the volume button, turning the volume up for a better sound. "This song fits our current atmosphere," he said, glancing at Nikki who looked curious, concentrating all her concentration on listening to classical music that sounded unfamiliar to her ears. "What songs do you usually hear?" "Anything. As long as it calms my mind. By the way, what's the name of this music?"

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.

“Hmm.” “Ok.” It was awkward, but I had already ignored the entire past at that moment. Ignoring awkwardness wouldn’t be a big deal. “I like classicals. They are more soulful. Songs these days are hooks for the brain. They stay in mind for what? Ten days at most. After that, some other song takes its place. Classical stays and passes all tests of time.” “Right.” “Yeah. So there’s this pianist…” “Carys, you can stop now. I am ok.”