Whats Going On Chords Novels & Stories

C what's going to happen next??....

Listened. "The chord doesn't dissolve me," it said. "It can't. The fourteenth-century Sovereign modeled dissolution as the covenant correcting a dysfunction. But I am not simply a dysfunction. I am a dysfunction that has been operating independently for four hundred years. I have developed structures the original stress-event didn't produce. The chord removes the conditions that created me. It does not remove what those conditions built." It paused. "When three Sovereigns refuse me simultaneously inside the full network, the network frequency changes. I retreat from the frequency. I do not dissolve. I wait."

Hastily, I grabbed the guitar again and looked down at it, to distract myself. "I think we should switch it to F#m, C#m, E, A… in the chorus I mean… so…" I played the chords, improvising a strumming pattern. When I looked up, she was smiling slightly, "What?" I asked slowly. "That was F#m, E, A, C#m…" She said grinning,"Nervous?" I was speechless, how had I played the wrong chords? "Erm… accident…" I stammered which only made her smile brighter.

What the fuck is going on? ____

Keeping my jaw completely still, I muttered out the corner of my mouth, "It's a secondary dominant. The dominant chord of the dominant key." Her eyes widened with a flash of profound reverence. "You're a literal genius." "I just read the textbook over the summer." "Same thing." I moved on to question three, but her pen was still stalled. "What about the modal interchange one?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, praying Dr. Hale wouldn't look up from her laptop. "It’s when you borrow a chord from a parallel scale. Like using a minor four chord in a major key." She blinked blankly. "Speak English, please."

What for the love of Mary and all that is holy was that? “Here,” Carter says, passing me the sheet music. His hand grazes mine and seems to linger for a second. Get a grip, Ryan! “So, you play the piano?” “Uh, yeah,” I say, immediately falling back into my defensive, sarcastic tone. “You’ve seen the Jazz Band play. I play the piano there.” “Right,” Carter says, a weird expression on his face. “Cool.” He turns to the sheet music in front of him.

Everyone chorused. “GO!”

The first shockwave crashes into my lower lips and clit, making me gasp as I feel my nipples harden when the waves travel up my entire body. “That’s a C chord, Bunny. Did you like that one?” he asks, flicking his hair away from his face. I nod, gnawing on my lower lip. “What other chords are there?” “Oh, Bunny, I thought you’d never ask.” We keep our eyes locked on each other as he takes me through the next string of chords. My ears can’t tell the difference, but my pussy now knows she loves A minor and C major. “Oh, fuck! Daddy! D minor, please!” I yell as Asher increases his playing speed, the vibrations never ending, my pussy is pulsing with need.

His bandaged hand was hovering over the strings, trembling with a violence that made my own heart ache. I didn't speak. I didn't want to break the spell. This was the reality Lila claimed I couldn't understand. Kai took a breath, his shoulders hunching, and tried to form a C-major chord. I watched the tendons in his forearm cord and twist. He pressed down, his knuckles turning white, and plucked the strings. The sound was muted, a dull thud instead of a ring. He swore under his breath, a dark, guttural sound, and tried again. Thud. Thud.