Player Piano Novels & Stories

I could almost envision myself lounging here with a good book, the flickering flames casting shadows that danced along the walls. As I continued to explore my new living space, I found myself drawn to a magnificent grand piano positioned elegantly in the corner of the living room. The polished ebony surface gleamed in the soft light, and its keys seemed to beckon me. The piano faced a large mirror window that overlooked the back garden, which was beautifully landscaped with moonlit pathways and vibrant flowers swaying gently in the night breeze. This was a breathtaking view, the perfect backdrop for countless musical moments.

Darick opened the door and flicked on the light. Before me stood a vast wooden Baldwin grand piano. The walls were painted black and filled with pictures of famous jazz artists and other musicians. I had never been in this room and didn't even know it existed. Darick's house was like a maze, and I was no longer certain how many rooms there were. "Are you going to sing and play the piano for me?" I asked as I slid my finger across the keys. "No," he responded with a hint of seriousness in his voice.

he asked, deliberately diverting the conversation. “Yeah, but—” “Come on, let's go to the music room now!” he asked in a hurry to hold his woman's hand. Quickly Gabriel led his wife into the music room, then took a seat in front of the piano. If you look at it, the current position is the same as in the royal special house. Actually there are many other musical instruments on display there, but the piano has been their mainstay since the first. "It's been a long time since we played the piano. This time there is a musical note guide that makes it easier for you to play it,” said Gabriel, turning the pages of the book one by one looking for an instrument he wanted to play.

As he approached, he couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence for the beautiful instrument. Curiosity getting the better of him, Tyler gently lifted the piano cover and peered inside. The keys were slightly yellowed but still intact. Intrigued, he lowered himself onto the velvet-padded bench in front of the piano. He hesitated for a moment, his fingers hovering hesitantly above the keys.

I looked beside me and saw Zadkiro leaning against the glass wall while watching me from there. "No, I wanted to learn how but I don't have anyone to teach me," I honestly said. "How about you? Can you play it?" I asked him. I saw him looking away, trying to avoid my gaze, and cleared his throat. "I can, but it's been years. I don't know if I could still play it." My eyes sparked with joy. "Really?! Then can you try playing any song for me?" A piano is a relaxing instrument and it's my favorite of all. It comforts my heart and it's not destructive in the ears.

Inspiration struck, and I felt my fingers tremble, eager to play a real piano again. For a moment, I tapped impatiently on the dashboard. A melody was playing in my mind, demanding to be written down before it vanished. “We have a piano at home,” Orion suddenly said, and I turned to him for a second. “It’s a classical piano. A family heirloom. But it’s still in great condition. Maybe you’d like to play it.” “Are you serious?” I asked, shocked and thrilled. “I haven’t played a real piano in—I don’t know—months!? Of course, I’d love to play your piano!” I exclaimed, laughing.

He just wanted to soothe his heart, and playing a few notes on the piano did just that. Rakia woke up with an unpleasant dream; as she woke up, she faintly heard the piano sound. She rubbed her face and tried to recognize the room she was lying in. "Dashtan's room," she muttered, fully aware of where she was. She pulled back the covers and got out of bed, curious as to the whereabouts of the owner of this room. She opened the door slowly, and the piano sound became more apparent. She saw her husband sitting at the piano and playing. Rakia chose to lean against the door frame and folded her arms in front of her body. The tune was able to make her enjoy the atmosphere for a moment. She was rem

"The piano. Look in the corner behind the weather map. There’s a rehearsal keyboard right there." I froze. My heart skipped a beat. "Don't be stupid," I said, and my voice got really sharp. "He can't even stand up straight, let alone play a song." But Kai was already moving. He pushed himself away from the desk and his movements were jerky and looked like they hurt a lot. He looked over at the shadows where a dusty, cheap Yamaha keyboard was sitting on a wobbly stand. "Kai, sit back down right now. That's an order," I barked.

At least that’s what Jace told himself as his fingers moved over the flimsy keys. “Well, there you go,” Eric said. “You get to try something different.” “I’m not really comfortable playing the piano.” “Why not? You rock at it.” Jace lowered his eyes. “My mother—” “Don’t have one of those, so can’t relate, sorry. Can you play a guitar riff on the piano?” Jace shrugged. “I guess.” Eric had piano music embedded into a song in a matter of minutes. “How do you do that?” Jace asked.

He says to her tenderly: “Do you know what this is? It's the piano, that kind of instrument" Mia is surprised and asks again: “The piano…? This is my first time seeing it” “I guess so too since there are only 5 of them in this country right now… And the people who own it belong to the noblest families” "I don’t think there is a room like that in this house" – replies Mia, swinging her legs to the beat of the music. "Are you Mia?"