Player Piano Novels & Stories

I actually played the guitar in my spare time with Brad and the guys but the piano was a family heritage. For generations the Stanfield family played the same piano. My father inherited it from my grandfather and the latter inherited the same piano from his father and It was passed on to me as well. PS Enterprises aside, Piano was merely sacred. I can't wait to play this piece for Ivy, I'm sure she'll love it! My phone buzzed again. So I stood up from the piano and went to check it out. Message unread (1) From: Brad Meet me ASAP I'm at the hospital

Demure and sweet but obviously a very fine instrument. The sort of piano a Queen might buy the moment she realized her daughter had an affinity for music. The sort of gift that musical little girl might have looked at with awe on the day it was presented, her fingertips barely daring to touch the keys, hardly able to believe that something this pretty is real, let alone hers.

Po suggested the idea. "Is that okay, though?" Annalise doubted. She didn't want to cause any more trouble there. Mrs. Po grabbed her by the hand and pushed her gently to sit on the piano bench. "This piano has been abandoned for years. I can't even remember the last time anyone played it," she told her. Annaliese granted her wish. "What do you want me to play?" she asked. Mrs. Po took a while to think. "Hmm, what about… the first piece you learned," she answered.

I asked, despite the loud noise from the headphones, I still liked the idea of a sound in my ears. "Yeah. But you already don't like it so I can d o w n l o a d other songs you would like. How about something of Ed Sheeran?" Raya asked and I frowned, cocking my head to the side. "What is that?" "Not what." Raya laughed as she drew closer to me, pressing her phone as I looked into it curiously. "You mean who. He's a musician and he has nice songs where he uses the piano." "Really? He uses the piano?" I asked and Raya nodded.

Ellis informed, touching his lips with his fingertips, waiting for me to respond to him. I needed to think of something I could offer to a man who had everything he ever could have wanted. I looked around the room anxiously and I saw a large grand piano across the room. "Umm, I can play piano for you." He peered up at me with a dangerous expression, smoldering, and brooding, "No, the information is worth way more than a song, Miss Richardson. You're going to have to try harder than that." Ellis stood from behind his desk and walked over to a record player that stretched along the side of the room. After examining one of the vinyl records, he made a 'hmm' noise, placed it on the turnstyle and

Excitedly, he approached the musical instrument that usually accompanied him dancing. “Mamamama …!” Cayden shrieked, pressing the tip of his forefinger against the body of the piano that was at the top of his hair. After Gabriella arrived at his side, the baby began to shake his head while clapping his hands. Witnessing her son's cuteness, the woman burst out laughing again. But instead of opening the fallboard, she lifted Cayden into her arms. “Sorry, Little Prince. Mom also wants to play a song for you. But, this piano is different from the one at home. It's just a display," the woman explained as she showed a triangular warning sign above the piano.

He said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I'm glad you're agreeing you're an ass.” She was to say, but she swallowed it, not ready to go back and forth with him with words. He would most likely win, seeing the mood she was in before. “I didn't know you can play the piano.” She said, looking down at the old thing. It was a Marilyn Monroe piano, so it was sure expensive. Oh, no! Chloe knew nothing at all about pianos but she had once seen this particular type once when she went with her father to a display auction of old things like this for his boss, and he had told her the name and how much it was worth. She couldn't exactly remember the exact price but she remembered it was a ridiculous am

King's little lover or the trendy one. "Ma'am, this is the piano bought by Mr. King." The workers lifted the cloth as he explained. A snow-white piano without any color came into An Taotao's eyes. She looks at the piano in front of her. She can't help but draw a deep breath. It seems that Mr. King has made up his mind to let her play the piano, and he is swift. He just said yesterday and then bought it today.

I grab a seat at the bar as soon as I get inside, letting the music wash over me. The piano is at the other side of the room, but I can already tell it isn't the usual guy at the piano tonight. Whereas the regular guy typically plays some contemporary hits but mostly “Golden Oldies” from the 60s and 70s, this guy is playing nothing but classical music. I close my eyes and listen to a piece I don't recognize, but I can tell he's pouring his entire soul into it. Either this song means something to him or he's a piano prodigy.

“What? This grand piano here is absolutely bonkers. It’s like 750 bucks.” “Hope, look at this.” Ugetsu says, gesturing to a weird looking piano. “We have one of these in Switzerland. Basically it reads whatever piece you put in here and it spins it and it plays itself so literally it’s like a mechanism. It’s so cool. And you would like see the keys being pressed by the piano as if it’s like a ghost playing the piano.” He explains. “So cool!” I say. “Let’s buy one for our house someday.” Ugetsu says. I blushed and didn’t know what to say. Good thing Natasha or Ivan wasn’t around to hear it. It sounded like a proposal to me.