Funny Quotes Music Novels & Stories

“Money does not matter. As long as you are happy.” “No one can live without money,” Wonwoo teased. “Maybe there’s something wrong with your music? Can I listen?” “Sh*t the f*ck up.” “Oh my~ You are really mad. Dude, I am just joking. I know you can make good music. After all, you are a man full with emotions.” There’s short silence mingled in the space. Wonwoo observed Woozi’s poker face and doubted the words he said before. “I mean!” Wonwoo added, “A man who does not look like sentimental might make songs about friendship and world peace.”

Maybe that’s why she’s so cold and mean to others. The nicer evenings with stragglers will have insults, from how I’m worthless trash to how I’m destined to be unmated and unloved. I prefer these nights to the nights with vile comments. Although it’s entertaining at times, watching some of them make a fool of themselves singing at the karaoke. Some of the other Omegas complain about the music choices always being predominantly from the 80's. But apparently, it’s some kind of unspoken UK culture law, that all parties have to have music from the 80's, especially classics such as Bon Jovi, U2, Nirvana, Guns 'n' Roses and Abba.

I smiled while rubbing my tummy. "Since when have you craved that? " "Since now" I reached out to turn the music up. Glad to know The Fray was up, I danced slowly to the music. If I don't love this band then I don't know what I'll love. Their sense for songs is just so inspirational and set free. "You love them?" Lucas asked. "Yeah. They're only the best band to ever live" I chuckled after using my hand to quote what I said. "Wow. I didn't even know you listen to songs. Do you have a playlist?" Lucas asked.

I kept asking myself and I sighed after "This isn't going to be easy" I concluded in my head and stared at the road as he continued driving. I decided to listen to some music that suits the journey to ease the boredom so I scrolled down my playlist to find a song so I decided to play "The motto" by Tiesto and rested my head to feel the music. the motto (mm-mm) Throw it back with no chaser, with no trouble (mm-mm) Poppin' that Moët, baby, let's make some bubbles (mm-mm)

"Just some classic R&B." Show me your tunes; musical preferences reveal a lot about a person. I go to the kitchen side of the house to get his phone. We share a good chuckle as he and I both make simultaneous jumps for it. What exactly am I trying to convey with my music? The question comes from his lips. "Playlist of the lambs?" "Psychopath, what is this?" "nothing wrong with my music," he jokes as he pulls his phone away from me. There's no shame in enjoying some D-O double G motherfucker, by the way.

I throw him a makeup brush and he chuckles earning another glare from me and a laugh from my friends. “Did you guys find anything that interests you” “yes I did, the music room” Jay says and every one groans, “you are the most talentless fool I have ever seen and trust me, I've seen a lot of talentless fools in my life” we all fall into a fit of laughter excluding Jay who glares at her before saying, “ha ha very funny, now would you all stop laughing and listen to me” which makes us laugh even harder and only stop when Jay begins to sulk, I control my laughter quickly and try to make everyone do the same “that's enough guys, let Jay talk” “fine but be prepared to lose a few brain cells” Liz

"No tragic monologues tonight. You need to have fun, Emily. Real fun. The kind that doesn’t involve pretending to be okay or smiling for the sake of appearances." I exhaled sharply. "And how do you suggest I do that?" Emma grinned, mischief twinkling in her eyes. "For starters, stop overthinking everything and just listen to the music." At that moment, the band struck up a tune- light and playful at first, the kind of melody that made you think of a bar fight in a comedy. Then the lyrics hit, and I nearly choked on my drink. A heartbreak song. Of course.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word..." His voice is like nails on a chalkboard. He butchers the familiar tune of "Hush Little Baby," turning it into a comedic masterpiece. I feel a snicker rising up my throat, and before I know it, I'm giggling. The pain is still there, but Javier's atrocious singing is the absurd distraction I need. I laugh until tears stream down my face, my body shaking with mirth. Javier, oblivious to his own lack of musical talent, continues to sing with gusto, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

He tells me things without any hesitation. I also started feeling comfortable sharing talks with him without having any hesitation. One day I shared with him my future plan for doing MD in oncology and he told me that he had learned professional singing and was planning to do something in music. I tell him that if you're too good at singing you should definitely focus on making a career in singing. He tells me that music is his hobby and he loves to sing but what about people? Will they listen to my music? Will they love my music? So I tell him that you should focus only on your work. It's not necessary that all should like it even if few support you and appreciate you. It will be enough for

Contract Day: 1 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 I’m so gee’d up my bro, Am sorry If it’s not money , don’t call me oh Its been a long way coming E no go make sense if you don’t know the journey 🎶🎶🎶🎶🎶 That's one thing I love about Nigerian music. They give me that crazy vibes. I stood in front of my mirror, staring at the man before me as the music from my speakers boomed loudly in the room.