Littlest Violin Novels & Stories

I love her. It is then that I realize you could hear a pin drop in the place. The only sounds are my ragged breaths and her light sobs. People are awestruck including the DJ. “Come home with me, please, Little Kitten,” I plead without turning around to look at her. “I want to have fun, but you ruined it!” She shines.

The sound of the violin echoed throughout the whole venue. Anna played the music piece Caprice 24 by Niccolò Paganini which was said to be the hardest violin piece ever. I have been locked up and starved because of this music piece several times in the past. I could barely play the first verse while Anna mastered it quickly. She become more splendid in playing this piece as time passed. As the string of the violin get intense, memories of my unfortunate childhood resurfaced in my mind.

This little kid took my temper to the level—I don't know. "You may feel, but I enjoy it more. Thousands, we embrace every time. How many times have you? Once? Twice?" "Twice." Violin innocently points her finger in the air, makes two fingers, like the legislative candidates, which show the serial number two. "Only twice, but you pretend he's already the husband of your afterlife." I circled Violin's body. She was crying. It was satisfactory for a child to cry. "You ugly woman, how arrogant." Violin dared to look at me with full tears. I just smiled mockingly at her.

I said, “That is my violin; the one I had back home.” “What are you talking about?” she asked, “Maybe they just look alike.” “No,” I said as I picked it up and took it to her. I turned it to the back and showed her the spot where I had etched a C into the violin and painted flowers around it. “I did that on my 17th birthday,” I said, “It’s my violin.” Her eyes widened in shock and she let the violin fall from her hands. “How did it get here?” she asked and I knew her confused and horrified expression mirrored mine. “Is there like a note or something?”

LOL [MidoriNeko:] (⌐■_■) Hear that? No violin. This is nice but I preferred the version on the show it sounded beautiful with the violin. When I heard it the first time it gave me goosebumps, bands with violins are rare and unique. Maybe instead of stirring up drama you could have apologized, reached out to the group members, and posted the full video on your channel. It would up the numbers for your channel, cause I checked out all your channels that were featured on the show and out of everyone you have the smallest channel.

He put on a pair while he put on another pair for his sister. “Please start your performance,” the violinist spoke in Gansternian, while his eyes were filled with delight and admiration. Harold raised his chin proudly and started playing violin. The first sound could break the stone. The second sound could break the earth. The third sound could stir the ocean. The fourth sound made the violinist kneel. When Ninian saw the violist’s dark expression, she looked extremely guilty and sympathetic. She was wearing a pair of earplugs, but even her ears were also almost polluted by the deadly tone, let alone the violinist who was directly listening to the weapon that was as harmful as an atomic bomb

Briella sneered, lowered her bow, and started tuning the strings. The two Elders watched her expert, practiced movements and exchanged a look of approval. Most people had missed one crucial point—brand-new violins are rarely in tune and need adjustment. And just by the way she held the violin, it was clear—this girl was no amateur. One Elder addressed the room. “Most of you probably don’t understand the violin. Miss McKenna is just tuning it. If you don’t know music, perhaps refrain from making ignorant comments.” The room fell quiet. Faces flushed with embarrassment.

Aurora, who was one of the fine vocalists of the group, smiled and lifted her hand. " And lastly we have ' The Melodious Musicians ', this group will help you embellish your interest in any musical instrument of your choice. We have the guitar, the violin, the drums, the flute, and many more. The interested ones will submit their names to Mr. Jacob, the one in the yellow T-shirt. " Jacob, the violinist, merrily gleamed and waved.

And I don't know why, my heart said to me that you're going to do anything for that smile. I turned my gaze from Rajveer towards Ved, because Ved was insecure of me the moment he saw me and I do not want to feed on his insecurities. He is a mere kid. I played with him and made him laugh and smile as according to Rajveer, that was my job.

“Oh, it’s been years since I’ve seen her. She and Blake were the best of friends back in the day.” A half dozen sets of eyes turn toward me, but I ignore them, pretending to be invested in the crowd below. “Second chair at her age? What a feat,” another little bird remarks, her dangling diamond earrings clinking, the sound loud and grating enough to drown out the noise all around me. “She must be an angel on the strings. What does she play? Violin? Cello? What else is there?” “Bass is the big one, right?” another laughs, followed by more giggles, an endless amount of noise.