Songs With High Notes の小説・ストーリー

I start my twist on soap opera, my voice a heavenly symphony. "How Iii, Wonder whaaat you aare?" And it very soon turned into an action song when I bring my hands to rest over my heart to put emphasis on the dramatics. "Up above the wooorld soo high." "Like a diamond-" A hand clamps down over my lips pushing back the words to the pit of my stomach with his strength threatening to unhinge my lower jaw. "Stop." It was three fourths an irrevocably order and one fourth a plea.

I raised the mic, closed my eyes, breathed deeply… And I sang: 🎵 “I wanna come home to roses…” The line cracked like lightning in a stormy sky. Pure. Raw. Crystalline. The cheers blurred into silence. 🎵 “And dirty little notes on post-its…”🎵 🎵 “And when my hair starts turning gray…”🎵 🎵 “He’ll say I’m like a fine wine, better with age…” 🎵 My voice trembled, but didn’t falter. The room fell into a hush so deep, even the air stilled.

The room fell silent. Every eye at the conference table swung toward Ashley, who had not yet lowered her foot, and Eric, who still clutched the door seal. Ashley's teeth chattered with fear. Her legs felt like jelly. She had to grip the door to keep herself from collapsing, and even then, her fingers trembled. Ernest set down his document and frowned. Somehow, that alone was enough to make the students feel as though they could barely breathe. "Middleton High? Elite SAT Class? Did I hear that correctly?" he asked evenly, removing his reading glasses.

**** Note: Song*- Homesick by Dua Lipa

The initial notes rang out clear and melodic,capturing everyone’s attention. Her fingers danced swiftly across the strings,producing sounds as varied as gentle raindrops and soft whispers.The music escalated, embodying the grandeur and intensity of a battle,overwhelming the audience. A voice rang out from the crowed. “My God!She’s playing ‘House of flying daggers!” ‘House of flying daggers’ was a renowned banjo composition,known for its complexity,layered melodies and profound emotions. Its execution demanded exceptional skill and rapid hand movements. Yet,Renee performed it with ease,as though it were a mere warm-up exercise.

After Zayne left, Jay said to Baby Zetty, "Your uncle’s right. Since I am your teacher, I should be teaching you something new. I’ll teach you a new song. Listen to it and see if you like it, okay?" Baby Zetty nodded. "Mm." Jay played the piece Mountain High River Deep that he had recently learned. The piece had a lilting tone and delicate melodies that sounded sumptuously soft, a completely different style than the one he played last time. Baby Zetty asked curiously, "Mister, why is it that when you play Red Spider Lily, you played it so hard that there was sonority in the tunes, making the rhythm sound weighty and slow, yet when you play Mountain High River Deep, you play it so softly that

He strummed the first notes on the guitar. The song was called “Hold on ‘til May.” It was one of my favorites to play not just because of the intense drum works, but mostly because of the meaning behind the lyrics. I got lost in the rhythm and in the complicated drum work that I have challenged myself with in the past. I must admit that Blaze was doing a pretty good job singing the song. There were some serious high notes on it. Nick was right. Blaze was very talented in his craft.

I ask, looking up at Taylor. "Sure." He shrugs, starting to strum. I recognise Metallica's 'Enter Sandman', but it is unlike any version I have heard before. The music raises goosebumps on my arms, and I find myself singing along softly. As he finishes, he looks down at me with a soft smile. I find myself melting under his gaze.

It marked my entrance into the renowned Elite High School, a place rumored to hold the power to redefine destinies for the better. In the quiet of my room, a familiar melody pierced the stillness. The opening strains of "Save Me" by BTS spilled from my lips as if on impulse, the lyrics capturing the unspoken emotions that swirled within me. Music had always been my sanctuary, a faithful companion that offered solace when words failed.

I'd have to figure that out on Thursday morning when she'd give her presentation on TROPS in History class. Max on the other hand is the one I haven't known a thing about, other than he is a monster. * * * "Hands up And suddenly we'd get our hands up." The voice pauses, and burp-giggles. "No control on my body Swear I've seen you before I think I remember those Eyes eyes eyes, eyes eyes eyes eyes Cause baby tonight! The DJ got us falling in love again." The high pitch unnecessarily singing voice belongs to a wasted female who is right at my door. My eyes lazily flutters open.