Romans & histoires Ophelia Piano Sheet Music

The piano room door stood partially open. Warm light spilling across the hallway floor. And there she was. Elara sat at the grand piano wearing one of my sweaters, her fingers trembling slightly against the keys. She looked fragile in the soft light. Too thin now. Still healing. Still exhausted. But alive. The realization still hit me randomly sometimes. Like my body needed repeated reminders. She didn’t notice me immediately. Too focused on the music. I recognized the melody slowly. A lullaby. My chest tightened painfully.

When Latton saw her, she gestured for her to join them. Thalia walked towards them. Albert simply ignored her presence, as he didn't want to ruin the moment he had with his daughter. "Is it okay for you to play the piano given that your right hand is still injured," she asks. Latton nods. "I'm only using my left hand and Dad is helping me to make sure we hit the right piece." Thalia smiled. "Mom, why don't you sing for us?" Latton asks softly. Shortly after, Latton slowly transitions the piano melody from the classical piece of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart's Sonata No. 16 to Bizarre Love Triangle by Frente.

The ‘spell’ of Elo’s dancing upon me suddenly lost effect, the moment the music came to an end. I was about to say something when she sat on my thighs and selected Piano Lessons by R. Kelly, in my music folder. She tried to kiss me while swaying slowly. I was now standing in front of Elo, and could feel her breasts rubbing my body. Her arms were soon on my shoulder, and she whispered some inaudible words into my left ear. “Take it off, Pierre...” “The bra?” “I’m all yours tonight, baby…”

She shook her head as if to clear it, then smiled, "but it doesn't matter...you could always wear a veil..." "Perhaps. When is it you need a musician." "Well, um, tonight actually. Which is part of the problem. I can snatch one of their cithara's for you...that would be easy enough, and honestly I can dance to just about anything. Do you know the "Song of Danae", Or "Bright Lily"? " "I know them." Calliope took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled slowly. "Ok, I can't make any promises, but let me see what I can do."

Percival paused, then said, “I do.” Eulalia was about to reach for it when Percival noticed her nails had grown. “Wait, cut your nails first.” Percival found nail clippers and carefully trimmed her nails, not wanting to hurt her with her beautifully shaped hands and thin, pink nails. After trimming, he took the violin out for her. Eulalia, frail, trembled under the violin’s weight as she positioned it on her shoulder and closed her eyes, holding the bow. She tested the tuning, and once satisfied, began to play the chorus of Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence, a tune full of ups and downs, expressing a suppressed desperation like a plea for help.

I didn't realize I was clenching my fists so hard, until I felt Olivia's hand on mine. "You need to relax, baby..." Snapping my head over to her, meeting these genuine eyes of hers, I tried to be calm. But my eyes went back up on the stage, and this time, I almost fell back in my tracks. "Ophelia?"

I bounce on the balls of my heels. “Okay, you’re on.” Yolanda, whispers, pushing me from behind. It’s show time. The time to prove to myself that I did the right thing to ditch my job. That Hosea was right to bet on me. That all the hours I put in was worth it. The spot light is shinning directly above the piano I love. It’s an old model, and the sounds were perfect. The JacobBellstein143. The keys held the sounds like they were suspended in the air in a way that no other type could.

"Oh! Aria, the music score from the Darvin house. Chloe should see it." I paused. Chloe's eyes lit like a pup scenting a rare feast. "A score? A real one?" Amelia leaned dramatically. "Not just real. Rare. And she..." she nudged Chloe "...happens to be one of Asterfell's top young pianists." I blinked. A hacker and a pianist. This world never ran out of surprises. "May I see it?" Chloe asked, nearly breathless. "Of course," I said. My wolf flicked her tail. Let's see what secrets you can smell on it, little genius.