Player Piano Novels & Stories

He muttered. He exited their room and entered his study room. He didn't even bother to turn on the light as it was so dark. The only light he had was the moonlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling window. The moonlight shone so brightly that he thought it was mocking him for his sadness. He walked over to his piano and sat down. He can tell it's dusty because he hasn't touched his piano in a long time. He has always enjoyed classical music, and piano is one of his favorite instruments. It is the only thing in his life which provides him peace.

She turned to the person outside and said, "Bring in the piano." "All right." Several uniformed personnel carried large and small boxes into the room. They nodded in acknowledgment when they saw Flora. "Hey, what are you guys doing? What's so big?" Flora exclaimed, dodging to the corner to avoid these large items. Betty smiled and said, "Flora, this is the piano that Big Young Master bought for you. It's said to be the best piano from the Lulu Music Shop, but I don't understand these things, so I don't know what's good."

OLIVIA Smiling to myself, I walked up to the piano, running my fingers across the sleekness. I was mesmerized by it, but even more, by the fact that Christian had gotten me a freaking huge piano, and a guitar, without any care in the world if I could play or not. All I did was simply ask, not even fully intentionally, and he’d gotten what I asked for, in just three freaking hours. I shook my head, an excited giggle spilling out my lips.

he didn't know why it all came back when Arthur had tried to forget it. His biological mother was a very good pianist. whenever he had the opportunity Arthur never missed to be taught how to play the piano. although he used to be very enthusiastic about trying every note of a Piano called Liminal, its creator was Paolo Fazioli which had the equivalent price of a luxury housing unit. because being accompanied by his mother was the most special thing in childhood even though at that time Arthur often asked about when his asshole father returned.

"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.

The footage showed me ascending the stage, my face hidden behind a fox mask. When I approached the Steinway piano, instead of placing my hands on it, I pulled out my phone. Then, I lowered my head and began furiously swiping across the screen with my thumbs. The inner hall's sound equipment was excellent, and from the speakers came the crystal-clear, impassioned game sound effect announcing, "First Blood!"

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.

“Is this for me too?” Adrian nodded. “Try it out.” He led me to the piano, and I sat down, running my fingers over the keys. But as soon as I played a note, something sounded off. The piano was… broken? I frowned, looking up at him. “You didn’t get scammed, did you? A brand-new piano shouldn’t sound like this.” To my surprise, Adrian chuckled. “Really? Then check it yourself. If it’s broken, I’ll have someone fix it.”

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.