Mario Pianist Novels & Stories

Rivas waved his hand dismissively, "It's not that I don't want to rehearse with Mia. It's just that she's really not up to par. Her skills are average, but she's so arrogant. She never listens to anything I say, and she has her own ideas. She even wants me to accompany her. Is she worthy?!" After saying that, Rivas walked over and put his arm around Maria’s shoulder, "Ria, if you want me to accompany you, I won't hesitate to agree. After all, your skills speak for themselves. But Mia is different. If it weren't for Andrew, I wouldn't have agreed to perform with a beginner-level pianist like her." Alas... Maria sighed helplessly. Rivas was indeed an arrogant pianist. After all, he was one of

"Mr. De Luca. It's an honor." Lorenzo walked past him without answering. The manager forced a smile anyway. No one took offense. That was simply who Lorenzo De Luca was. A man who never apologized. Never explained. Never smiled. Backstage, Kai settled onto the polished piano bench. The spotlight warmed his face. He inhaled once. Then his fingers touched the keys. The first note floated gently through the ballroom. Conversation softened. The second note followed. Then another. Soon the grand piano filled every corner of the room with delicate melodies that seemed untouched by the greed surrounding them.

Mario grinned. 20 minutes later Mario stood in front of the big hall, looking down at all the reporters with satisfaction, he cleared his throat. “Lot of you know that things haven’t been the same ever since my dearest son Andrea, died. He was one of the nations most priceless jewels...” He sighed deeply, stared at their faces before continuing.

"Alexandro says a lot of things." "Meaning?" Mario leaned closer, his lips near my ear as if sharing a lover's secret. "Meaning for a dangerous man, he has a damn heart. He won't pull the trigger first." I pulled back enough to search his face. "You sound like you think that's a weakness." "In our world?" Mario's smile turned sad. "It is." The music ended, and Mario stepped back, bowing slightly. "Thank you for the dance, Ms. Bennett."

It wrote itself. So, there I was typing while he was ranting and the poor photographer tried to get some usable shots. Eventually, Jimmy must have found a guitar. He told everyone he was going to just riff and play whatever popped into his head 'cause he was so incredibly creative. He'd barely begun playing when I realized it was "Caprici di Diablo" by Yngwie Malmsteen. Not the easiest song to play, but not insanely difficult either. I was pretty sure he was directing the music my way, throwing down the gauntlet however he could.

Each word from Mario's mouth serves as a reminder of the injustices that exist in the world, fueling my determination to take action and put an end to such atrocities. “Mario, can you please check if they would like to press charges? I’ll support them financially.” “I’ll contact each of them and coax them into fighting for justice with you.” Ah, Mario! This is why he's the best assistant. The unwavering determination in his tone brings a sense of solace to my troubled heart. In the midst of this distressing situation, knowing that I have someone as dedicated and reliable as Mario by my side fills me with gratitude and a renewed sense of hope.

I needed him to touch me, needed him to put his mouth on me, needed him to take me and remind us both who I belonged to. "Did you bend over for him? Show him your sweet ass? Let him spank you like I do? Did you thank him for making you come?" Mariano wrapped his hand around my throat tightly. Not enough to hurt. Not even enough so I struggled breathing. Just enough to let me know he could. "No!" I cried out. "He didn't make me come." "Good." Marioano said smugly, then walked out, slamming the door behind him, as I crumbled down to my knees.

After that, the two great maestros started to play their respective songs wonderfully. They played Concerto BWV 974 which was arranged for piano and oboe, Oblivium of A. Piazzolla (1921-1992), Medusa for Oboe solo, Sonata C 88 in C major of D.Cimarosa (1749-1801) for piano solo, Sonata in F minor of D. Scarlatti (1685-1732) for piano solo, “Capriccio” Op. 80 of A. Ponchielli (1834-1886) for oboe and piano and “Mission” of E.Morricone (1928) for oboe and piano.

He gently laid it on the strings of the instrument. The cigarette in Frederick's hand unexpectedly lit up on its own, and he took a deep drag after putting it in his mouth. Everyone was pulled back to reality from the fantastical scene they had just witnessed. "Oh my! The piano strings are heating up because this pianist is playing so fast to the point of lighting up a cigarette!" "This is like a scene from the movies; someone has actually managed to pull them off in real life." "It's said that, over the years, countless world-class pianists haven't been able to replicate the scene featured in this movie."

As James smoked he secretly and viciously thought to himself, she's going to be dead once I find her! As he was thinking, a pleasant voice came from the campus speakers—"Can you feel your mood lighten as the heat dissipates? Today, I am bringing you two pieces of music from Leo, who is well known as the 'little piano prince'. The songs are 'Missing Juliet' and 'Triumphant Return'..." Listening to the beautiful piano music coming from the speakers, anger disappeared from James's face as he suddenly smirked in mischief. It's over now Elizabeth Liang! Ha!