Flute Notes Novels & Stories

Jessica slightly moved her eyes and seemed to understand something. She curled her lips and glanced at the musical instruments, letting the girls follow her to the center of the stage and stood on both sides. Then, she stood in the middle and picked up a flute in one of her hands. She looked at the audience, picked up the flute, took a breath, and moved her fingers. The sound of the flute was as crisp as a lark floating in the entire hall. After a period of playing, the sound of the flute was switched to the sound of the pipa. The noise cut off the scattered bullets, and big and small beads fell on the jade plate. Then, the flute was switched again, and the erhu was melodious...

It was hard to find someone who played the flute in such a desolate village in the mountains. The flute sounded melodious and sorrowful. Holly couldn't help but feel a tug in her heartstrings as she listened to it. She recalled that Abel was good at playing the flute. She used to learn from him while she was very young and knew a couple of tunes. Holly then listened carefully to the tune. It was "Moonlit Longing". She could vaguely recall the soulful lyrics as the flutist longed for their distant lover. The tune sounded delicate yet nostalgic. It would require the flutist to have certain skills to be able to play such a tune.

"The broken moon child." Seraphina placed the largest surviving flute fragment on his workbench. "You remember the song." All humor fled Jonas's face. He lifted the wood with reverent hands. "Genevieve paid me in gold to forget it." His thumb traced the carved notes only he could read. "But some melodies... they stick in the bones." He moved to a locked cabinet, withdrawing a slender silver chisel. The moment it touched the flute, the air hummed. Malcolm grabbed my wrist. "That's not just silver. It's, "

Silence covered them again as they started eating. Flute unconsciously touched his left ear. His forehead creased as he focused staring at his friends' left chest one by one. When he reached Win, his stare gone longer which the latter noticed. Win cleared his throat that made him snap back to reality. Win gave him an awkward smile and asked, "Anything wrong, bro?" It caught the rest's attention. Flute closed his eyes and blinked many times. "Nothing," he plainly said and turned to his food while still shooting sideway glances at Win. 💜

I stared around in awe as I stared at a white letter and a local flute beside it. I picked up the letter and flute from the floor. "YOU DON'T HAVE TO KNOW ME BECAUSE YOU ALREADY DID. JUST DO WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT," What! How did this person know that I love playing the flute especially when I'm sad? Am I hallucinating?

I have a whole orchestral version to work on, and I begin now, trying out fragments as I go. It's been a long time since I did anything like this. There is so much more than just throwing a bunch of different notes together and dividing them up between instruments. There are the characteristics and range of each instrument and each orchestral section to take into account. To make it more complex, not all instruments are written in the same key. If Amos were to play on the piano a note written as middle C, it would produce a sound with a frequency of 278.4375 Hertz (I still remember that, even though it is ten years since my teacher made me learn it). If I want a clarinettist with a B Flat in

It's still safe since he's not yet here so I'll take this chance before he comes. I would not mind if he'll scold me at least I have tried it. Just a scold will be okay, no involving of something violent which I am pretty sure is impossible. However, we still need to be cautious. I tried pressing the first white rectangular thingy—which I don't have any idea what it is called so I'll just call it with that, it made a familiar sound. "Do?" Do re mi? Isn't this the same with playing the flute? With my finger, I pressed it again and listened.

“That one’s busted. Play a tune and you can have it.” “Wow, thanks a lot, Matt!” Dorin said happily as he cleaned the mouth piece and placed it to his lips. A gentle kiss awakened the flute. Matt’s eyes widen as a soft tune came from the once soundless instrument. It was the sound of the wind blowing, the whirl of a whirlwind, the sigh of a zephyr. And the very notes made Boulvar’s hair stand on end. “What a lovely tune.” Mordecai told Dorin, the smile gone from his face. “May I know what it is called?

There were seven or eight high-pitch notes, almost hitting C sharp Major. The keys of a zither were C Major, D Major, E Major, G Major and A Major. Even higher were the C sharp Major and A sharp Major. The zither notes suddenly began to soar, like a stream surging with phenomenal waves, morphing into a swelling ocean. Yet Xiao Chen continued to close his eyes, concentrating. Now and then, he would pluck a string. The note would travel and seep through the opposition's gap, like a dried leaf drifting to the ocean. The mounting waves kept surging on but could not sink the leaf, only bobbing it up and down.

“Four notes. Super simple. Even you can do four.” “Thanks for the confidence.” She points to the keys. “C, E, G, A. Like this.” She presses them in a soft little sequence. It's pretty, easy, innocent. I try, but it sounds like a toddler head-butted the keyboard. Cara stares straight ahead. “Okay… wow.” “Bad?” I ask. “Giovanni,” she says solemnly, “if playing music badly were a crime, you’d be in prison right now.”