Purple Piano Project Glee Novels & Stories

*In the school Campus* In the practice hall, sat Zoe while playing on her piano. That's the only thing she could do that could distract her thoughts. She was playing the song "thousand years" by Christina Perri, consumed in the song, she closed her eyes, feeling the melody. "Nice play!" A voice startled her. Her head snaps to the side, and a frown appears on her face. She recognized him, it was the guy from the last two nights. The one that completely ruined her already soured the mood.

"Cecelia Tang, what in the h*ll are you doing?" Urgh! I just can't watch her replace Pinksy Mogul like that. "Cecelia looked at Mango and knew that she could not escape. Although she was confused, she still pointed at Mango angrily." Mango's mind went blank. Who was Pinksy? "When Rainie saw Mango's expression, she immediately sighed, ""Pinksy is the person who was going to play the zither for us. However, she couldn't make it because of some personal issues."""

I remember every look upon your face the way you roll your eyes, the way you taste you make it hard for breathing “It’s impossible that he’s the one—“ Aza’s words were cut short as she flinched, hearing a loud bang from the piano, as if the keys had been slammed, followed by a series of curses from the music room. Aza’s face went blank. “Confirmed! It’s the grumpy prince. Honestly, he has a beautiful voice. He beats Zild,” Aza commented, about to leave and head to her room when she turned to see the music room door open, revealing Raizen, who was slightly surprised to see her. “The fvck were you doing here?!” Raizen snapped, his surprise at seeing Aza outside the music room fading. “Because

She felt a warmth approach her from behind. Weston hugged her from behind and asked, “Try it out. See if you like it?” Stella took a deep breath, walked slowly toward the piano, and sat down on it. She lifted the fallboard and pressed on a few random black and white keys as she felt a surge of anxiety and reminiscence overwhelm her. Her fingers trembled ever so slightly, but the smile on her face was genuinely exuberant. “It sounds really good…” What’s more, it was in pink. A piano in such a sweet, pastel pink was difficult to find, to say the least, and had clearly been custom-made.

Enzo came closer to her with a guitar and microphone in front of him. He turn back from the microphone and look at her. She only glance at him and took the workbook that she practice a while ago for the song. "Sis, sorry." Enzo mutter "For what?" She asked in a calm and monotonous voice. "For hurting you." "Hmm." She just hums. "Let's start in G Major." She said. She exhales and Ethan that is in front of the drums counts with his sticks. After the introduction, she start singing the song Lover of Taylor Swift. Jason was dancing with Hailey slowly and very gracefully as they look at each other with full of love.

The enchanting piano melody surrounded them, reaching deep into their souls and capturing their hearts. Suzanne's slender fingers danced gracefully on the piano. They gradually quickened in tempo with fervor and intensity. Her demeanor remained composed and elegant. Shocked, Layla hurried over to examine the sheet music Suzanne was playing. To her surprise, it was the globally recognized most difficult piano piece. Even Layla's mother, a skilled musician, might not necessarily play it well. Yet, Suzanne effortlessly performed it with ease and grace. Elyse's face went super pale. It felt like a big embarrassment just for her. She lowered her head and puffed her cheeks while listening to the p

“A gift to the parents of Christie Claricel; a donation to the hospital bills of Gwyneth Claricel; a post-burial donation to the family of Dean Ramos; and a small donation to the Suicide Prevention Cause and the local Anti-Bullying Campaign from the town hall.” Everyone was dead silent. Kat Crystalline stepped back and rejoined the group. After a few beats, members of the Glee Club sang an acapella instrumental arrangement that seemed to imitate an orchestra. Voices became violins and grunts became percussion. Later on, the Chorale began singing a very mellow song, almost an operatic timbre.

"Is the Rogue Pack lady too noble to play a little something for the Frost Pack?" I set my glass down on a passing server’s tray. The glass made a sharp clink against the silver. "Or maybe..." Natalia let out a loud, theatrical sigh that rang through the speakers. "I see. You do not actually know how to play the piano at all, do you?" Glee flashed in her eyes. It was ugly. It was desperate. Kael cursed under his breath. He took a violent step forward, his hand reaching out to grab the stage stairs.

"No, I didn't. I only found out this morning, and I've been trying to trace the source. I'm really surprised because I didn't authorize this, and if I did not and you did not, and I'm not sure Mr. Zachary Fletcher did too, it means someone sinister must've done this. I want to get a hold of Lillian to see if she's the one, but she isn't taking my calls. Do not worry, I'll get back to you on everything." "Thank you very much," Paige said. After the call ended, she flashed Cynthia a smile, "Okay, you said there was bad news as well. What is the bad news?" "Well, for the group project, we've all been paired, and as always, I was given Freda as a partner," Cynthia explained. "Okay, why is that b

Paige sat at a table, the file folder in front of her spread open, revealing a few aged sheets of manuscript paper. The paper was yellowed with time, full of hand-drawn musical staves—hurried, chaotic, likely drafted under pressure. But she wasn’t looking at them. She was staring at her phone, cheeks flushed, hands trembling. She tapped out a message. To Luna: [I’m Paige Sawyer, one of the final four contestants—and your biggest fan! I’ve listened to your music a thousand times. Your compositions have gotten me through so many nights—nights of joy, anger, grief…