Romans & histoires You Belong With Me On The Piano

Oh well, I thought, and picked the phone back up. I found some old soul music, stuff I wouldn’t play around anyone else, Bill Withers, Percy Sledge, were all singers my granddad had loved. It was old stuff, but I liked to chill out to it at night. I put my headphones on and closed my eyes. Otis was directing me on what happened when a man loved a woman when a loud ping startled me out of my light sleep. Practice, as always, had been hard and after a long day, I was worn out. That didn’t stop a slow smile from creeping over my face as I looked at the name on the screen. It only grew when I saw her reply.

All of which, have been about the wedding. The day is so close now. I link my arm through my dad's and face the white double doors as they swing open. Gabe clicks his fingers to the DJ, who is standing at the end of the hall with the turntables to play the tunes. Immediately our song, "Endless Love" by Lionel Ritchie and Diana Ross, starts playing loudly in the background. I think Gabe only hired Brad to play the decks because he's tanned, built and blonde, but hey I'm not going to hold it against him to hire some eye candy.

I was not fucking him yet, but he didn't seem to mind. The sensation of him inside me, motionless, pushed me to the brink. A moan escaped my lips as I moved up and down slightly. "Those sounds, fuck." His hands moved to my ribs, encircling my waist. A tremor ran through him as I began to slowly ride him. His grip tightened, teeth grazing my jaw. Lips trailed up my neck before reaching my ear. "Are you going to leave me again?" I shook my head. "Because you belong to me."

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

" I need you and I to associate in compositions music please" " It will be with great pleasure Ariana, but I don't have a piano at home I use my laptop through an app." " No problem, you do your part, I do my own, and then is over okay?" she said while joining her two hands together pleading me. " Why not?" She thanks me. " But without anyone knowing this okay?" " Alright!" She said with a smile and I smile at her back, she straight her hand in front of me for me to great her

I let my hands hover over the keys for a moment, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me. With a deep breath, I pressed down on the keys, and the first notes rang out, clear and pure. The sound resonated through the room, filling the space with its haunting melody. I chose to play a song that I had loved and played often as a child, a piece titled "Falling Dominos." The lyrics of the song were incredibly sad, telling a story of loss and heartbreak, but the music itself was even more melancholic. The symphony that unfolded on the piano was almost depressing, a cascade of minor chords and somber melodies that seemed to echo the deepest sorrows of the soul.

Just me, Ramon, and the music. The soft candlelight bathes the room and glows over the polished surface of the piano. Ramon sits beside me, his presence steady and reassuring, his crimson eyes fixed on me with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken. I hover my fingers over the keys, take a deep breath, and begin to play. The melody flows effortlessly, its cheerful notes filling the air. It’s light and bright, each note lifting my spirit as if carrying me to a place untouched by pain or fear. The music feels like an extension of me now, a secret language I’ve only just discovered but somehow know intimately.

I bounce on the balls of my heels. “Okay, you’re on.” Yolanda, whispers, pushing me from behind. It’s show time. The time to prove to myself that I did the right thing to ditch my job. That Hosea was right to bet on me. That all the hours I put in was worth it. The spot light is shinning directly above the piano I love. It’s an old model, and the sounds were perfect. The JacobBellstein143. The keys held the sounds like they were suspended in the air in a way that no other type could.

I'M SEATED ON MY GRAND PIANO, which stands like a proud centerpiece in the living room, my fingers prancing and twirling over the gleaming keys. I can't help but feel that a musical spirit's taken hold of them, transforming my emotions into a symphony so sweet that even Beethoven would shed a tear. Beneath my feet, the pedals respond to my touch like obedient little puppies, eager to please. This piano, with its sleek curves and perfect keys, feels like it was custom-made for me – my very own music-making superhero suit.

But now, seeing her had made me realise how much I've missed home. "Cosa ti ha fatto sentire così? I still practice enough, Miss Bianca. Even though I hardly meet anyone to practice with. She looked at me in astonishment. "Dio ti benedica, figlio mio. I better start talking your stuffs from the car, okay." She walked away smiling, mumbling to herself. Anziano held my hand, " it feels so good you're here. Excuse me, I'll call Kim and tell him you're home."