Player Piano Novels & Stories

"But I can smell your arousal." He lifted my hand to feel another surface lightly. This one felt different, but very familiar. Before I could pick up my mind from the gutter and try to figure out what it was, Desmond let me go. A gasp escaped my lips. Right in front of me was a grand piano, similar to the one at Sienna's pack house, but bigger. I ran my fingers lightly through the black and white keys, enjoying the random sounds it produced. It was so sleek and beautiful. Just one glance, and I knew that it was expensive as hell.

The first time she played the piano, she cried. It wasn't a grand instrument. It was a battered, dusty upright electronic keyboard—sixty-one keys, battery-powered, discovered by Kai in the ruins of a derelict youth center two blocks away during a midnight supply run. He had brought it back under his arm without a word of explanation, setting it silently against the damp concrete wall of the safehouse before returning to his watch. She had stared at the plastic keys for four full days before she dared to touch them.

He walks to wardrobe, searches for one of his coat and brings out something from inside,a CD. " Richard gave me this a few weeks back,I didn't know what to do with this but now is the perfect time". He plays the CD in his laptor. Two little boys sat next to a man playing the piano and singing, they listened carefully. The man owned the keys,she bets he could play the piano with his eyes closed. He shakes his head and sings passionately.

Her slender, fair hand glided over the keys before moving onto the black and white keys. Richard Clayderman’s piano piece “The Wedding in a Dream” has always been her favorite and her long-awaited dream. But everything was just a dream. Now, she had woken up and all was back to reality. She played the piece again and again, which attracted quite a few customers’ attention.

What surprised Bianca was the presence of a piano in one corner of the room. Zachary didn't look like an artistic young man who could play music. "He also has this?" Bianca curiously approached the piano. Though she didn't know much about such things, she could tell from a glance that this piano was ancient and had to be a priceless masterpiece. She was curious and wanted to press a key, but Lorena blocked her. "Don't touch it recklessly, please understand that this piano is over a hundred years old. Don't touch it." It was still an antique, so Bianca had no choice but to retract her hand.

Chapter 16 >Living room. Day< As I step into the hall, I hear someone play the piano. I follow the sound and discover Marcus sitting behind a grand piano, playing a beautiful ballad. I walk into the living room, drawn to him. I watch him awestruck as I listen to him play. He finishes the piece, and I stand there, breathless. “I didn´t know that you play.” “Something I learned during the 1700´s. I was a close friend of the Grand Prince of Tuscany. His Keeper of the instruments invented the piano back then.”

I remember seeing this piano the last time. “Mind being my plaything?” I asked the object sitting at the corner looking lifeless and dull seeming like it hasn’t been used in years. I swiped it clean and took a seat. My fingers got familiar pretty fast and I decided to play a tone that best described the floating feeling in my heart. I played the piano version of Experience by Ludovico Einaudi. Every key hitting the hidden emotion in my heart, the one I’m desperately trying to ignore. By the time I was done it was late, my tear stained face glittered as it reflected the moonlight, my fingers were extremely soar. I played from morning till night, evidently skipping lunch and dinner.

"I'll not. What song are you going to play?" "You'll tell me the name when I'll finish." Crystal put her fingers on the piano. Taking a deep breath, Crystal's fingers started playing on the piano. An overwhelming melody filled the room again. She was playing chords D, Bm, G, A, playing those notes with her left hand, and arpeggiating the chords on her right hand. Daniel looked at her who was so into playing the piano, she was playing it like a professional. She didn't forget, she just didn't have the confidence because of her nervousness.

At last, my fingers flew across the screen, sending a message into the night. Staring at the white walls above me, a sudden flash of clarity swept through my mind. It was as if a weight had lifted. Born into a family like mine, with a father like him, I had always tried to save as many people as I could. What more could I expect in return? Maybe I was simply born to pay back the Chandlers.

Her backpack bouncing on her back. She walked closer to the piano with slow steps, pressing the keys softly making the sound resound in the room. The sound bounced on the blue walls echoing in the room. Her fingers started working on their own as she played a tune she didn't know ever existed. She never took piano lessons but her fingers worked on their own. She sat down on the dusty chair and closed her eyes.