Complicated Chords Novels & Stories

I - AM - IN - TROUBLE! “Did I really... kiss a CEO?”

Yes, things are certainly getting better, Mr Beecham thought, as he watched his son busy himself with the tidying up. *** Elmo strummed his guitar and absorbed the warm, distorted fuzz this elicited from the speaker. He couldn’t really explain how it worked, but the way this sound made him feel was explanation enough. At present he knew three chords but this didn’t bother him in the slightest. Someone had once told him that A, E, G were the only chords you needed for Rock and Roll. And Elmo had practiced changing between these chords religiously for over a year, and was now pretty good at it.

‘D chord, there you have the D chord. ‘Am I right?’ I asked. ‘Yeah,’ he answered. ‘Now try to strum it from the fourth string down to the last,’ ‘Is this right?’ ‘Make sure you press the strings with your fingers tightly to make the chord sound correct.’ ‘It hurts,’ ‘Yes, but you’ll get used to it,’ he said. ‘It will give your finger calluses and that’s normal,’ he added. ‘And now try to place your hand on the second fret, your ring finger on the second string, your middle finger on the third and your point finger on the fourth string.’

"Wanna try something real quick?" She nodded her head. C Major was probably too difficult for her small hands, so I wracked my brain for something that would be workable for her. Maybe some simple open chords to shift up and down? We could just use three strings instead of all six and she'd at least get a feel for playing. "Mister?" I smiled. "Sorry. I was lost there for a second just thinking. You know 'Happy Birthday', right? Why don't we give that a try? Three chords should be doable and people have birthdays all the time, right?"

Something confused and angry and desperate. This was going to be complicated.

Keeping my jaw completely still, I muttered out the corner of my mouth, "It's a secondary dominant. The dominant chord of the dominant key." Her eyes widened with a flash of profound reverence. "You're a literal genius." "I just read the textbook over the summer." "Same thing." I moved on to question three, but her pen was still stalled. "What about the modal interchange one?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, praying Dr. Hale wouldn't look up from her laptop. "It’s when you borrow a chord from a parallel scale. Like using a minor four chord in a major key." She blinked blankly. "Speak English, please."

I asked. "Vince told me." I was going to add something, but she beat me to it. "Vince is my cousin. My last name is Bellisario." "Now I'll ask, are we missing something?" Chloe gestured between her and Vince. "Grace, used to have a thing for Luke. But that all changed, when I entered the picture." Savannah said with a bit of anger. "And I thought we had drama." Chloe said. "Alright, Grace, hands off Luke, we have business and please, do not call the cops. We handle things our way, sometimes the cops are involved in some shady stuff." Vince told us.

I wouldn’t even want to be friends with someone like that, who looks down on people who don’t live according to the conventional 9-5 life. Anyway, who the hell is he to tell me I’m still finding my way? I’m living fabulously doing what I love, pursuing my PhD, and earning great money from my multiple income sources. What’s it to him that I don’t have a “real job”? The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I decide to blast some music and get to work on my latest restoration project currently overtaking my dining room to take my mind off my stupid arrogant new neighbour. Well, that’s the last time I’ll ever try to be neighbourly with him again.

Dhruv's father gets irritated and said: "This is the way to make extra money from us. Argh...fine if they want money, give them extra money but make them work fast" The driver slowly said: "Sir, I have offered them extra money but they said it will take half an hour at least ".They frustratingly walk toward the mechanic, his back is toward them. Dhruv angrily said: "Hey man, if you want extra money, we are ready to pay just repair our car ".

After taking the seat, her slender fingers glided through the keys and a beautiful melody filled the atmosphere. The sardonic smile on Michael’s face faded upon listening to the familiar tune of Ballade pour Adeline. She knew how to play the piano?