Player Piano Novels & Stories

“If it’s for you, you don’t want it. But if it’s for others, you say yes right away. Why?” “Well, I live in free dorms with free food and free cleaning. I don’t do anything for you. If you want music, I can play. It’s the least I can do,” I said with a soft smile. “But you should buy a used piano. Might still be expensive, but at least you’ll save four to five grands,” I added with a nod. “Hmm. Do you want a wooden piano or an electronic one?” he asked. “I don’t know… Electronic has perks, but a wooden one would look better in the pack house.” I said while tapping my chin and contemplating.

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.

Danica flashes him a delighted grin and pulls the carved piano stool forward. Lorenzo steps out of her sight line, and she closes her eyes to collect herself. She places her hands on the keys, relishing the feel of the cool ivory beneath her fingertips. She presses down, and the D-flat major chord sings into the room, resonating off the wooden paneling. The tone is rich, like the dark green of a forest fir, but the action is light, surprisingly light for such an old piano. Opening her eyes, she stares down at the keys, wondering how this instrument could have survived for so long.

I never knew she was a pianist, my interest piques. The room falls silent, everyone peering at Zoey, anticipating a marvelous performance. Zoey begins to play, her fingers dancing across the keys with precision and elegance. The sound has a slow and steady rhythm that fills the space. I'm mesmerized by how talented she is. “She's playing Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major” Avery whispers, her voice barely audible above the gentle melody. I glance at Avery, she seems lost in the music, her gaze never leaving Zoey.

"Mr. Riddle, this is your custom piano." "Wow, custom piano?" Samuel looked at the eye-catching piano and stepped forward to admire it. "Don't touch it. This is custom-made for Mom. No one else is allowed to touch it." Spencer smacked away Samuel's hand that was about to touch the piano.

The walls were lined with shelves, and on those shelves were countless instruments - guitars, pianos, drums, and more. In the center of the room stood a grand piano, and as Maya looked around, she realized that the source of the music was coming from a record player in the corner. Eric walked over to the piano, sat down on the bench, and began to play a piece of music that was so beautiful, it brought tears to Maya's eyes. She watched in awe as his fingers danced over the keys, creating a melody that was both haunting and enchanting. Seeing Mel's reaction, he stopped and asked softly "Do you like it?"

“You know how to play the piano?” He didn’t answer me and his still playing. I stand and approached him, I saw his long finger and hands gracefully playing from the piano. I look like a little kid and wondering to her parents how good they are. He looks amazing and I feel so envy because my mum used to teach me how to play the piano but I still can’t because music is not my thing. He stops for a while and then plays another Beethoven best piece the Bagatelle No. 25 in A minor, WoO 59 (Für Elise).

Directing her fingers on the keys, she made a mental paragraph of everything. “You know what princess? When learning piano, we initially start on C, not on A because only easy songs can be played in the C position with only white keys. Since they’re are only seven different white keys, we only use the first seven alphabets; A to G, in other words the white key that come after G is an A, than the next is B, the one after is again a C and so on.” He thoroughly explained, whilst pressing the key. The piano made all kinds of beautiful noises.

Hail suggested. "Try it," the elder told Jet. "What?" "The piano. Try playing it." "Are you sure?" Jet asked. The piano looks old yet sturdy but he need to make sure that he won't break anything that isn't his. With Hail's nod, he sat on the chair and stretched his hands before laying his fingers carefully on the keys of the piano.

“Ah.. I don’t know if you’re familiar. It’s Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor. It’s a classic. You might have heard of it played on the piano.” Janus and Zara had no idea about what she was talking about. Cecilia however had a look of surprise on her face. “Is it really? Dawn, we got your grandma’s piano here.. Can you play it for me on the piano? I couldn’t recognize the song earlier.” Cecilia requested. “Okay, Tita..” She placed the guitar on its stand and went to sit in front of the piano. It was an antique but in very good condition. Danilo was in anticipation at what his niece was about to do.