Pitch Perfect Magic Song Novels & Stories

“Good morning judges. My name is Alice and I'm going to be singing Diemus by Darl Jenkins. The jjudges'eyebrows raised at such a choice of song. “Are you sure you don't want to change the song? Sing a little Riana Rande or Ana Mel Ray.” “I'm sure.” She cleared her throat and began to sing. The judge's face turned from indecisiveness to wonder. Alice's voice flowed, making everyone captivated by her voice like a beautiful siren. Two of the judges rose and began to clap as her voice was truly remarkable. “Bravo!” Full score from me.” The first judge, the music producer of Pacific Records, said. “And me as well.” The female judge, Nala Smith, a singer, stood clapping.

My whole body felt hot, like fire was running through my veins. Sierra gasped. “Lila, it’s working! Keep going!” I held onto the song inside me. My voice trembled, but I didn’t stop. “Open the path… break the chains… I am the song… I am the flame…” There was a loud crack, like the sound of thunder. Light burst around the cage. The magic locks glowed bright, then snapped with a sharp pop. “Lila!” Sierra screamed, running toward me. “Sierra!” I shouted.

he said. "Thank you," Chris said, soberly. I noticed his face was finally healing, thank goodness. "That means so much," he added. "Let me open this cage," I said, moving. "Stand back." Chris and Troy moved out of the way as did my parents. Channeling my magic, it separated from my ribs and skittered along my body. I tore through the bars like they were paper. As soon as he had the chance, Chris pulled me into a hug before I'd completely sent away my magic and he winced.

Leaving her completely vulnerable to outside influence. Marina runs towards the open window and crouches down. She takes a few deep breaths before she starts singing the complicated song that requires a massive amount of powerful magic. As she sings, the tones from her mouth dance through the air towards the window. The sounds slip inside and hunt down their target quickly. When they reach him, his back goes rigid, and he heads for the garage as if in a trance. Marina's eyes fall closed as she focuses on her orders. Her lips form the words of the song over and over before a pattern forms in her mind, and her body begins to sway.

I didn't know I'd be so damn nervous at a moment like this! “My soul to your soul,” she whispers. I can't help but noticed the tears gathering in her eyes, but she blinks them away. “My magic to your magic,” I continue, a little stronger, the hint of a smile playing at my lips. “My magic to your magic,” she repeats gazing up into my eyes. I swear at this moment, we are the only two people on the planet. “What was two, now becomes one.” “What was two, now becomes one,” she finishes.

“you are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when the skies are blue” Serena kept repeating the song over and over again on the top of her voice, loud enough for the whole castle to hear, she didn’t stop singing even when the door opened up and Mr mage walked in annoyance was written all over his face. “Are you five, because you are acting like a spoiled five year old right now, your singing is making the guards go crazy, yes you have a lovely voice but please you need to stop singing that song” Mr mage.

Canta tuum carmen, crede quando incipit magicae te ducat per semita'm (Translation) 'in the silence of darkness I can feel this calmness all around. When the moonlight shows its grace glowing its way down to the earth Follow the whispers of my voice. Trust in your heart; it knows the way. Singing your song, believing is when it begins. Let the magic guide you through the path.' Listening to the song again, I was stuck with another conflicted feeling. I truly did want to keep my promise to Orpheus, yet the more I heard the song, the more I felt like I was enticed; it felt like the person was calling out to me. My hand lingered at the handle of the door, hesitant. I stared at the path Orpheus

Thi San and Mai Hoang almost held their breath so as not to miss any melody that came from the angelic hands. Romantic melodious music seems to bring people to heaven, lost in dreamland. Thi San didn't see the TV anymore. She only saw the young man playing the piano in the middle of a field full of sunflowers reaching for the sun. Magical light from heaven painted his face and piano with a halo. The moment the music stopped, and the applause sounded, Thi San still dropped her soul into the distance. When Mai Hoang turned her head and asked Thi San how she felt, she was startled to wake up.

I am the reckoning that was promised. And my magic? It sings louder than ever.

Magic churned about her like smoke — unpredictable, wild, longing to break free. And then her voice cracked across the square like a whip. "Enough!" The crowd winced, but continued to sing. Her eyes blazed with naked power. "I said—ENOUGH!" Magic exploded out of her hands, a flash of burning light that ignited lanterns and tore bricks from columns. Children cried out. Some dropped to their knees, eardrums ringing. But the hymn did not stop. Perfera's face contorted into something horrific. The gold crown upon her head throbbed, not with beauty — but with voracity.