Funny Quotes Music Novels & Stories

Golden pov "Music" Music is my life, I can't bear to think of life without music. My ear piece is always plugged to my ear, am always singing or listening to music, " In the toilet"✓ "In the bathroom"✓ " On my way to school"✓ " even while crossing the road"✓ It's always music for me. " what will I do without your smart mouth drawing me in and u you kicking me out got my head spinning no kidding I can't pin you down

The kind of music that sounded like memory. “Please tell me you don’t sing along,” Sloane said. I gave her a sidelong glance. “Oh, I do. Badly.” And then I did. Loudly, off-key, and dramatically enough that she burst out laughing. “Stop! You’re going to scare the wildlife!” “Good,” I said, leaning into a particularly bad chorus. “They need to appreciate art.” She covered her face with her hands, still laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “I’m endearing.”

Fear made intelligent men unbelievably stupid. My assistant tried hard not to smile. “The Baby Shark song made the humiliation worse, sir.” That made me laugh harder, I rubbed my forehead while shaking my head slowly. God. I almost wished I had stayed longer just to watch his face when the music started playing. I could already imagine it perfectly. The countdown ending, everyone panicking, then suddenly… Baby shark doo doo doo doo doo doo… I laughed so hard my chest actually hurt slightly. That idiot probably wanted the earth to open and swallow him whole afterward.

"Oh come on, little birdy, don't be like that! You know you're only gonna fall right into my lap. Think they got your back? Hell, you know that you're trapped. Just give into temptation, let my music fix that." "Fix what? I'm perfectly fine where I'm at. Can't you tell by my smile?" "A smile you're that you're faking! I read between the lines. Come, on you know my music makes you feel alive." "Alive?" "Alive, Don't deny that fact. If you wanna rage, just let go and relax. Let my music wash over you and just like that you'll be reborn into the person you are at heart." "But I wanna be good!"

According to Max, the professor who teaches it is super laidback and frankly, I'll take as many easy As as I can get this semester. "I'm serious," Avery chuckles, opening the door to the Music building before saying, "just remember, girl, we're all in our own time zones. Don't feel pressured by it because, when the time comes, it'll happen all on its own. Life is all about waiting for the right moment to act." I cock an eyebrow at my best friend's words. "What?" She asks, furrowing her eyebrows. "Someone's been pinteresting life quotes lately. Everything okay?" I tease.

Seems like he had the right idea. Taking a deep breath, I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. When he turned to me, I just started singing: "Hey, Jude..." "Don't do it—" he grimaced. "Don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better~" I continued on shamelessly, doing my best Paul McCartney. "Ha-ha, nice, very original," he rolled his eyes. "You don't know how many times people have done that in my life," "Not enjoying the game are we?"

She prayed she would build her metabolism up soon. However she did discover that she actually looked forward to her daily torture session; though not because she enjoyed working out. No, she enjoyed the music. Every day the man brought something cool to listen to. When one song ended she anticipated the next one, never knowing what to expect. Sometimes it was Def Leppard; Pour Some Sugar On Me. Sometimes it was Harry Connick Jr. Once he'd played Summer Madness by Kool and the Gang and Ashleigh had just stared at his back for the entire song.

Oh my god. "Uh... Music is like sex." Oh my god, did I really say it? Professor Jen was shocked, did not expected my answer. Meanwhile, my classmates burst out in laughter. Oh my god! I really want to disappear right now because of embarrassment. "Quiet!" Professor Jen yells and they stop laughing. Professor looks at me while raising her eyebrows. I gulped hard in nervousness. "Can you repeat your answer, Cassandra?" She asks. No, please. "Music is like sex," I repeated with my shivering voice.

Except I was crying right now. Okay maybe one or two or more. My face was too numb to tell and my eyes stung and it was blurry. The doors behind me were still open enough for the music to spill out. That same string quartet. That same soft and stupidly elegant melody. I could hear the low rumble of men’s voices laughing all deep, practiced and dangerous. That rich careless kind of laugh you only get from someone who’s been powerful their entire life. I heard Rafael’s voice too or maybe I imagined it.

It sounded more like "Don't blame me later for your loss. I am nowhere responsible if anyone of you loses interest in listening to songs" I again coughed and peeped at them to gather my scattered confidence.. And here I go, " || Do you love the rain, does it make you dance When you're drunk with your friends at a party? What's your favorite song, does it make..ma..mak...||" Shit !! I again forgot the lyrics. Closing my eyes I again tried to remember but couldn't, unless another voice joined me, "|| Does it make you smile? Do you think of me? ||"