Songs With High Notes Novels & Stories

I hear Nathan complains. "You'll be fine, mate." Gage pats his shoulder. All of a sudden they to harmonize their voices as they began to sing a part of Strong and trust me, if I was an avid fan, I would totally fall in love and roll on the floor listening to them sing together so beautifully. I swear to God, I'm fangirling but I'm not even a fan. They sound so great singing in perfect harmony. Their voices just suits perfectly well with each other. I see Gage closing his eyes as he belts out the high note and I swear he looks so god daaaamn hot.

Nothing to what she plays now. The notes of the song begin to clang through him, sweeping him away in their power and their magic. Juniper’s fingers move quickly, pressing the keys with vehemence, the song growing in its intensity to become a rough dirge, a ballad of fear, of dreams dashed to the ground and roughly gathered back together in the fervid hope that they can become what they once were.

“Four notes. Super simple. Even you can do four.” “Thanks for the confidence.” She points to the keys. “C, E, G, A. Like this.” She presses them in a soft little sequence. It's pretty, easy, innocent. I try, but it sounds like a toddler head-butted the keyboard. Cara stares straight ahead. “Okay… wow.” “Bad?” I ask. “Giovanni,” she says solemnly, “if playing music badly were a crime, you’d be in prison right now.”

"Mr. Gray, getting soft? Need my men to help you?" Jules took a deep breath and gritted his teeth. "No need." He raised the hammer again, this time devoid of hesitation. Crack! A sharp pain exploded within me like a white lightning bolt piercing my nerves. I heard the sound of bones shattering. It was a sickening crack. My right hand was deformed under the hammer, my finger bones crushed, while my flesh was a bloody mess. I could not help but let out a muffled groan from my throat.

Anya stood right behind him and put her hand on his back. "Just one note, Kai," she said softly. "Just one." He hit the key. Middle C. The sound was thin and kind of cheap since it wasn't plugged into a big amp, but in that silent studio, it sounded like a literal bomb going off. I took another step toward him. "Miller! Get in here right now!" I yelled. But the doors were locked from the inside and no one came. Kai didn't stop at just one note. He hit another one. Then he played a chord. It was ugly and messy and sounded like a scream for help. It wasn't the pretty "North Star" brand I had built for him. It was something raw and disgusting.

I hate that it is turning me on. I know I should not want this right now, but I can't help myself. Should I just fucking scream at the top of my lungs, and let it happen? I don't stop to think. I don't want to consider it any further. I clear my throat. “ Help!” I yell out. “ Help!!!” I yell again, a little louder this time. “ Help!!!” I scream for the third time, putting all my energy into the word. If I put this much energy into singing, I am sure I would hit the highest note without much effort.

I’m dead certain I can do this. “Aaarrgghhkk...!!!” squealed and squeaked Sumico with her terribly high soprano eight-octave voice tune. King Richard Orlando Lie, Lisa Felisha and Claudia Luvin were extraordinarily startled as well as exceptionally astonished hearing Sumico’s so sudden, vastly high, as well as remarkably piercing shouting. They turned backwards to look at Sumico, to know what actually Sumico was doing.

This man is truly ideal. Before singing the second verse, I let Maria and Luna play and counted to ten. “I’ve looked for love in all the same old places.” When he heard my voice, Aries froze. I didn't mind him and kept singing. “But you poured out your heart, I didn’t waste it. ‘cause there’s nothing like your love, to get me high, yeah.” My hand moved to my belly and managed to strike the high note. I heard Aries harmonizing with me from the back as I sang the second chorus. I ignored him and turned to look at Grandma, who was staring at us.

CHAPTER 4.1 I loved watching how he would cock his head slightly backwards while closing his eyes when he sings a higher note and how his brows crease in the middle of his forehead as a reflex action to when he sings a lower note. For this moment, I see him as a different man and definitely not the cocky and charming Harry that I knew when I met him earlier. He is naturally musically talented.

The photographer gave us a cue, smiling behind the camera. "Ready? Three, two, one!" "Cheese!" The camera clicked, and the image froze in time—just Valerie and I, smiling at each other, full of happiness. Life had struck me hard, but I chose to sing through the pain.