Novel & Cerita Player Piano

Banging noises came from outside my walls and my brows quirked in confusion. I lived alone. Quickly, I stood, careful not to make a sound. I grabbed the gun I had illegally purchased after I noticed that I was being followed (twice). Flipping it out of the safety lock, I gripped the butt tightly, hiding it behind my back as I opened the door gently. The noise came again, the clacks and bangs of pots and pans sounding through the house. This thief obviously didn't go to stealing school. Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise?

Then Nikolai closes the door behind him. As if the simple words are all I need, a whimper slips past my lips as another tear rolls down my cheeks. I sink into the couch, my hands trembling as I pull the blanket around my shoulder. Then the piano starts to play. The first few notes are shaky, uneven, as though he is wrestling the melody out of thin air. I wince at a particularly loud mistake, my lips twitching in between the tears rolling down. He doesn’t stop. His fingers stumble through a few more notes, hitting every possible wrong key along the way. It doesn’t sound polished or practiced. It sounds wholly imperfect and that makes it better.

You must be sick" Lance smiled and dropped his tablet on the table in front of him. "You recognize that picture? Pearl looked into the screen and her eyes widened a little. She tried to conceal her reaction but she was too late. He had caught it. "I…I…don't know what that is. It's just something trash. How should I know? If this is some child's game Lance,I'm not interested. My husband and I are busy and have places to be! "Busy? You're both jobless waste of air feasting on embezzled loot from the fashion department store"

A piano. My steps led me to the main room, where the old piano stood like a keeper of time. There he was. Sitting with a slightly hunched back, his fingers pressing gently against the keys. He was playing something I didn’t recognize. Perhaps not even a song—perhaps just a series of notes whispered by his heart. "I didn’t know you could play the piano," I said from the doorway. He turned briefly, then gave a small smile. "Not really. But sometimes the things you can’t say with your mouth find a way out through the keys."

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.

Nasa gitna ang piano at ang point of view nito ay nakaharap sa may bintana. Lumapit ako sa piano at marahang umupo. Marahan kong hinaplos ang isang key using the fingertip of my index finger. It felt so warm even though the atmosphere of the room was cold. I smiled when I realized that the key of this piano is like giving me the nostalgic feeling back then when I was still Lumina and that I can't play the piano. Yep, not a single note. "You can't play?" Napalingon ako sa gilid ko at nakita ang lumilipad na maliit na dragon. Though having a cute appearance, I know it's mocking me for not being able to play the piano.

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