Funny Quotes Music Novels & Stories

A chuckle left my lips, despite myself hearing the Mean Girls quote. "Don't you need to paint your car pink to say that line?" I asked when I got into the car. Jake looked appalled, as if I had shot him. "What? Ew, no!" He shuddered dramatically which made me giggle. In the short drive to the mall, Jake had sung and played out the lyrics of DAYWALKER! by CORPSE and MGK with dramatic flair, that nearly made me fall out of my seat in laughter.

It’s almost enough to cheer me up, helping me forget what I’m on my way to do. This music reminds me of Adriana. And suddenly, I’m bombarded by memories of bribing bartenders to play music we liked—always something high energy that’s fun to dance to, especially when drunk—and stumbling back to her house while belting out the lyrics and leaning on each other as we laughed.

"That caveman action actually suits you. Who's wasting time now?" He placed his fingers at his temple and saluted me before walking around to the driver's side and starting the powerful engine. Country music blared out of the speakers and I cringed. "What, you like that easy listening crap?" he asked as he turned onto the road connected to the long driveway. "Symphony actually." "That's a joke, right?" "Music defines everything in your life. I want pieces that move me, create pictures in my mind, and leave me reeling." I was known to listen to top forty, but I'd be damned if I told him that. He was too fun to tease.

"Absolutely not, Leo." He grinned. "When was the last time you did something just because it was fun? Not because it was useful or expected. Just fun." I opened my mouth. Then closed it. Because I could not immediately produce an answer to that. "Exactly," Leo said. "Get up there." I sighed and stepped onto the platform. The music started. Some upbeat pop song I half recognized. Arrows flashed on the screen. I tried to follow them and stumbled over my own feet and hit the wrong ones and somewhere in the middle of the complete disaster of it I started laughing.

“Then I’ll dry.” He smiled. “Deal.” Warm water splashed against the plates as soft music drifted from the old radio sitting on top of the refrigerator. Matthew quietly hummed along to the tune. Completely off key. I laughed. “You still can’t sing.” “I absolutely can.” “You sound like a dying goat.” I chuckled lightly which made him gasp dramatically. “I’ve been insulted.” “You have.” I wiggled a wet fork in front of him. “I’ll remember this.” “You won’t.”

“I collect vintage vinyls—old Beatles, Aretha Franklin. Late nights, I’m sipping coffee, spinning records, pretending I’m cooler than I am. Pathetic, right?” I smiled, touched by his candor, the glimpse of his heart. “Not pathetic,” I said, my voice warm. “It’s sweet. Didn’t peg you for a music nerd.” He winked, his gaze lingering, playful. “Only for the right audience,” he said, his tone laced with charm. “Lucky you, I’m showing off today.” I chuckled, rolling my eyes, the banter a shield against the city’s shadows, his laughter a melody that lightened my fears.

Everybody seems to enjoy the song, head banging with the beat, swinging hips like they wear the lyrics of every song. Wild music’s make us let go of unknown sides. Music filches our souls bringing us to another world. Every lyric contains deeper feeling. Music can also beseem unexpected things. “Ugh Aiden!” Small moans. Hard thrusts were given, two peoples who are filled with lust creating a hot scene on Mystical Club’s restroom. “Aiden you’re the best gosh agh” she moan.

🎵 🎵 “That true love starts with friendship” 🎵 “A kiss on the forehead… a date night”🎵 🎵 “Fake an apology after a fight” 🎵 🎵 “I need a man, who's patient and kind”🎵 🎵 “Gets out of the car and holds the door…”🎵 🎵 “I wanna slow dance, in the living room like”🎵 🎵 “We're 18 at senior prom and grown”🎵

I said morosely. “‘The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom,’” he quoted. “Yeah, well, we’ll see about that. What do you use to self-medicate now?” He smiled. “Music. Just music.”

“Sounds kind of silly. Shouldn’t we focus more on getting them to speak faster?” “Music is really good for brain development,” Dad announced. “We played music for Scarlett.” “You played her Metallica,” Mom rolled her eyes. “Things are adding up now,” Joel chuckled. “Well look how smart my little girl is,” Dad smiled. “Metallica works.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I listened to KISS,” Gerald informed us all. “You’re gonna be brilliant too, kid.” I smiled. “Are they going to share cribs?” Belinda asked.