Tangled Movie Music Novels & Stories

He glanced briefly toward the noise. And in that split second— Lily moved. She twisted sharply, driving her shoulder backward into the man’s chest. The movement was awkward with her hands tied. But it was enough. The gun in his hand shifted slightly. Alex fired. The shot rang out like thunder. The bullet struck the man’s shoulder. He staggered backward with a shout. Lily stumbled forward as his grip loosened. Alex crossed the distance between them in seconds. He caught her before she could fall. His arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tightly against him.

A big hand wraps around his wrist,twisting it and holding him down. Amber eyes lock with mine, the owner's expression cold and emotionless. My breath gets caught in my throat as he holds my gaze. Even in my half-drunken state, that familiar face slaps my mind home. Lance... He is watching me intensely and I return the favor. Why the hell is he here? That's the question flashing in my mind. I don't know how long we stare at each other when a cracking voice followed by a scream resonates. The voice is however overshadowed by the loud music playing in the background.

“Same.” We returned to the living room to find Cassie comfortably sprawled on the couch, remote in hand. Mica just got back from the kitchen and was setting up snacks on the table—a bowl of fries, chips, chocolate bars, and sodas. “Alright,” Cassie announced proudly. “Let’s do this.” I gulped. There was no turning back now. The eerie music started almost immediately, and I could feel the dread crawling up my spine. Shadows danced across the screen. The sound design alone was enough to make my skin crawl.

Elena curled tighter against him, the moral dilemma heavier than ever. The tense alliance had survived another day. But the choice over the new evidence threatened to break them completely.

Tasha, following closely behind, followed suit and locked the door for good measure. “Lovette, what’s going on?” Tasha asked softly, trying to approach me cautiously. But I was in no mood to listen. I grabbed my phone and put on a headset, turning up the volume of my music as loud as it would go. Music is the only thing that can make me forget any worries and take me into another universe.

aned guiltily, "I promise I'm not trying to be rude. The music is just helping me calm my nerves a bit." Clayton kissed her forehead, "Okay," he said with a sigh. He was about to hand the earbud back over when curiosity got the better of him and he raised it to his own ear. "No! Don't!" Camden yelled, trying to wrestle it from him. "Jesus Camden, what the hell is that?!" Clayton asked in utter bewilderment. "It's nothing... Just music. It helps to keep me calm, OK?" Camden said, looking embarrassed now. "That keeps you calm?" Clayton asked in shock. "Sounds more like the kind of thing you might listen to before you go and commit a mass murder," he added with a chuckle. "Clayton! Give it back

I had come out to loosen up and standing at the wall with a lemonade was not exactly that. The middle of the room was a different thing from the edges. Tighter. Warmer. The music pressed closer when you were inside it rather than near it. I let myself move into it. It was not something I did often but it was not something I had forgotten either. I found the beat and just moved. It was fine. Better than fine for about two minutes. Then someone grabbed me from behind.

"I don't know... what was I playing?" Tanjiro huffed. "It was like this." He got up and began to play. The softly somber melody from before was deeply depressing, but ebbing in and out every now and then was a hopeful sound glazing over its deep waters. Suddenly the sound spiked taking a turn for a positive note. The softly somber melody was now softly hopeful taking on a slightly anthemic sound. I listened with a question sign above my head. "It sounds like I butchered it."

She began to sing while thinking about Romero, her voice echoed in the pack house causing everyone to listen with a smile. “All those days…..watching from the windows….All those years…outside looking in…All that time never really knowing…just…how blind I’ve been….Now I’m here blinking in the starlight….Now I’m here…suddenly I see…Standing here…It’s all so clear….I’m where I’m meant to be….And at last I see the light….and it’s like the fog has lifted…..and at last I see the light….and it’s like the sky is new….and it’s warm and real and bright…and the world has somehow shifted….all at once everything looks different…now that I see you…” She trailed off as she stepped out of the shower. Romer

And we weren’t even at the commune yet. Inside the car, the cheerful, high-pitched melody pouring from the speakers grated on my nerves. I narrowed my eyes, unable to ignore the almost cartoonish joy of the music. “What even is this?” I asked, eyebrows furrowing as the bubbly tune continued to fill the space. Beside me, Dante grinned as if I had complimented the playlist. “Trolls soundtrack,” he announced with an absurd amount of pride. “It’s catchy. You like it?” My glare deepened. “Absolutely not.”