Mute Musician Novels & Stories

I said and Joshua rolled his eyes. “That’s exactly what it is, have fun Xania,” he whispered in my ear and I smiled knowing what he meant. ‘What you have done to me is going to be done to you’ “Bye Joshua,” I sang and closed the door. I went back to my spot in front of the class and clasped my hands together. “Alright, who wants to play music for us today?” I asked and Heather connected to the speaker. “Today we’ll be talking about monotones and contrasts,” I said and taught the class all the notes I had prepared per Joshua’s instruction. We even did a few exercises just so that they could understand the content they were learning.

She gathered her strength and threw a huge amount of light onto it. In the middle of The Muses Emporium, the Music Demon appeared from the middle of an ethereal portal and took to the round raised podium. He was surrounded by a pale blue aura that reflected his calm and composed disposition. Being able to take on many appearances, today he presented himself to the audience in the form of a young, appropriately attired, charismatic performer – well suited to be a member of a boyband. His outfit was adorned with moon dust and his shoulder length locks swayed wildly in all directions as he moved his head.

ALPHA DAX: Dax inhaled that lovely peony scent. It was romantic, relaxing, and improved his mood. He knew it was that silly omega again. Dax knew Wendy was a mute. He couldn't have a mute for a mate. His wolf, Daniel, urged him to go and find her. "Let's claim our mate, Dax," Daniel growled at him, stepping forward to shift and find the omega. "No way! She is a mute. A mute cannot be my Luna." Dax rejected Daniel's offer. His wolf growled at him.

I frowned as only seven members I counted with me. "I'm the eighth, Treya," Thyro said once groaning at my side. I winced as the other members of the group laughed. "I'll be the composer," volunteers a thin and beautiful woman, Zoey. "I know, I promise," I sneezed. "I can play piano and ukelele. I'll just play the instrument." "I'll be the guitarist, then," Thyro whispered again. They were six. "Looks like you're getting better, ah! You thing!" pimping one of the members I later also learned the name of, Mika.

“Come on, Alex. Loosen up. How about a joke?” “No.” “What do you call a musician who can’t find their rhythm?” I stared at him, unimpressed. “A lost cause!” “Seriously?” Luke chuckled, leaning closer. “Oh, come on, you know that was funny.” Despite myself, I felt a reluctant smile tugging at my lips. His petty jokes weren’t spectacular, but they managed to chip away at the cloud of tension hanging over me. “Better,” Luke said after a while. “Still a little stiff, but at least you don’t sound like you’re strangling the guitar anymore.”

They chanted for the win as the swimmers fastily swam towards the other end to complete lap one. Giving a nod at Stacy and Flora, I signaled at the person who sat next to the music system. He immediately changed the previous song to a new one---Bumpy Ride by Mohombi. Leveling up the sound, I took the lead for the dance. Throwing my pom poms in the air, I leaped high in the air with my legs in a split as I clapped my hands for the crowd to get more extreme. Getting overwhelmed with the swimmers who were on their third lap, Stacy and Flora, along with the girls got in the rhythm with the sound.

Melissa smiled, with her legs wide open, she rub her index finger on her clit, rolling as the pole would lead her. "The hell with your money". Was the last word heard in the room as the music began to play.

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I’m looking for signs of rejection the way my body has learned to do automatically. Miles is nodding. Serena has her eyes closed. Ty’s tapping his pen against the desk in time. When I finish, the silence is brief and… not terrifying. “That chorus is sticky,” Serena says. “In a good way.” Ty leans into the mic. “It’s got movement. I can hear it with a little percussion. Not heavy. Like… heartbeat drums.” Miles adds, “But don’t overproduce it. It’s still you.” I nod, feeling a tiny bloom of relief. “Okay.”

Liza sits on a chair at the counter, piping icing onto a cookie and dancing. Neither one notice Gabe and he stays quiet, to keep it that way a bit longer. “What I've got's full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter.. then you pull them all together,, and how, I can't explain.. oh yeah.. well, well you.” Abby belts out. “ooh, ooh, ooh ooh oooh” Liza add. “You make my dreams come true.” They sing together at the top of their lungs. Abby spin away from the stove, swaying her hips to the silent melody of the song. “Well, well, well, you.. oh yeah.. you make my dreams come true!”