Mario Pianist Novels & Stories

Just as the situation spiraled out of control, a burst of high-level symphony suddenly reverberated through the air. Just one note instantly silenced the entire room. The sounds were emotionally rich and technically skilled—it was clear that the pianist had the caliber of an international master. People were stunned. "Is this...a coincidence?" Even Gary stood frozen, a flash of astonishment in his eyes. He vigorously shook his head, trying to rationalize what has happening.

His was just to follow. He pressed down the keys and began to play as his soul led him. Surprisingly, he wasn't playing low tune keys, or depressing bass tunes, the music that came out of the piano was light and cheery. His lips curved up in a smile, he himself astonished at what he was playing. Suddenly, the door came open. Without stopping the music, Williams twisted his neck to check who it was. Mario stood by the door staring at him speechless. Then he began to take slow cautious steps toward him.

It’s maybe because Luciano was glaring at him. Luciano tried to get up, I was fast to push him down and stay with me, because somehow I felt good in his arms. Sighing in some way, he was left to reply, “Speak, Mario,” Mario audibly sighed, visibly expressing he was uncomfortable with my presence as he didn't speak for quite a few seconds, “Mario, are you also ready for operation 45?” Sounded like a threat because that shook Mario inside out. He was quick to respond in negative.

Nonetheless, everyone was still flabbergasted after googling him—a famous musician and an internationally renowned piano maestro? His titles were so dazzling they could blind anyone!

I was playing with jigsaw puzzles with my daughter, and we were having fun. “Dani, Cicio is here.” Mario kissed me on my head, and said, “Said he wanted to meet you before he left.” “None of my business.” I kissed him back on his face. “He looked very sad.”Mario pointed at the window. I stood up and walked towards the window to see. Cicio looked like a skeleton. He’s not that handsome young man anymore, he was a ghost who was already dead inside. I pulled the curtain down. “My, you cruel, cruel Donna.” Mario looked at me.

Now, her hand was directed to the long and heavy box that covered something. “Remove your blindfold now!” Joe uttered while he positioned to get a picture on the study table of Marie. He and others already waited for them to come. “Oh, why long and big?” Mario, Jek, Joe, and Irene helped her remove the boxes and the cloth. “Wow! A piano.”

curious. So intrigued that she dared scoot closer and take a peek, only to notice the same male from the other night dressed the same way -top hat and all- and with that same frightening appearance painted over his face as from her spot, she could see him from the side, sitting on the stool in such a calm, tranquil manner whilst his long fingers expertly touched the keys of the piano.

While he was tending to his wound to stop the bleeding, my phone rang. "Mario, I have Matt, we are leaving it up to you, do you think you can manage?" I asked. "Of course-a boss, leave it up to a-me!" he said, Mario was a scottish man who had been a criminologist cleaning crew for as long as I had known him, which was well over ten years, he had a strong accent that sometimes reminded me of the character from that videogame where they had to save the princess. I think his name was partially what convinced me that he sounded like him.

His eyes blank. “The only thing he learnt growing up was to ruin people and I take full responsibility for that. I ruined their mother and they may never forgive me for–” Mario paused like he needed a moment, his eyes looking far away. “But Rino, he's different. He may be stubborn as hell but I know how hard he's worked to not become another Mario with regrets at his old age.” He chuckled, looking down at himself. “But I'm more than proud of him even if I may be too proud to say it to him. I'll give anything to live this world with all my kids happy and fulfilled.” His body suddenly racked up with violent coughs for a moment and I shifted forward in my chair.

In the meantime, Matthew sat down comfortably, looked at the faces of everyone on the couches, then at Patrick with the same mischievous smile on his face, and finally at Jo. "Can I practice alone a while before I accompany you?" He asked her gently. "Of course. Take your time. I'll look for an on-line test because I only remember the verse." She smiled at him and pulled her phone out of her pocket. Eventually, Matthew started playing Hans Zimmer's main musical theme of "Pirates of the Caribbean". His version was more dynamic than the original soundtrack. He was playing the piece perfectly. Mike was breathless. 'Damnit! It is impossible!' He couldn’t understand how his friend played it maste