#pianostory

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Can you tell us more about #PianoStory?

#PianoStory is a contemporary story that has some romance and some drama, and a piano, and a piano player, and a girl who always wanted to play piano.

It’s still percolating.

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Aghhh my hand slipped . #pianostory https://www.instagram.com/p/B4qiv4sACx-/?igshid=b9ywunvap50g

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It was a conversation about waffles. . #pianostory #writing #myCPsarethebest #wtfApplenowaffleemoji https://www.instagram.com/p/BvlzX8cnHfL/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1a4scaq0gtl76

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The Piano That Loves Strawberry Jam

The piano whispered in strawberry jam tones— sweet, but only in a way music understands.

🎧 Listen on YouTube

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Wellll here we go #pianostory #art #artistsoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CdKJR1irdKN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Ivory Keys

    It all started on Aug. 1, 1928,when the world had crashed down upon ladies in elegant gowns and men in well-fitted suits.  They came from miles to dance to the most beautiful melodies, created by graceful fingers flying across the ivory keys.

On this night one particular man had dressed the colour of shadow. The man had on a mask of black, this raised no alarm to any of the other masked guests. He had hid in dark corners where light vanished, he had the eyes of a spurned man. A man who had his heart ripped out of is chest and replaced with a cold lump of coal. The man had his eyes set on the woman playing the piano, she was bound to be the victim, for she was the one who crushed this man’s soul.

    The woman playing the piano was Anna Black, the most resound pianist in Great Britain. She was a woman of exquisite beauty, raven hair fell in soft waves down her back, with only a few strands pinned in an elegant rose shape, at the back of her head. Anna had innocent eyes that sparkled a pale green. She had skin the colour of milk, with just the slightest rose blush.  Her gown was white with a tight bodice covered in a thousand stars, which shimmered in the warm ballroom light. The gown twisted at her hip and flowed down in thick, silky, waves. She was truly breathtaking.

The man stared at her. She was the only woman without a mask, yet she still would have stood out. The passion and fire Anna had was extraordinary, she was a natural born goddess of song. The midnight piano had shimmering gold writing, and the ivory keys seemed to play on their own accord as her fingers danced across them.

The man stalked toward his prey, barely breathing. His black cloak swayed to the music. He moved closer and closer yet, no one paid him any heed. The man was mere inches from the piano. He could smell her perfume.

The next few moments were a blur. A scream, the sound of music stopping with an abrupt  thunk; the falling of a body and total chaos. The piano’s glossy keys stained in a dark crimson. Some would say that the blood looked like tears trickling down the ivory keys.

Some would say that after that, the piano was cursed. People deemed the grand instrument unplayable, because Anna’s soul was trapped inside, and if anyone dared play a single key it awaken Anna from her deep slumber.

    Years later the piano still sat in the same spot; it’s grace and beauty  ebbed away. The glossy midnight black, had faded to a dark gray. The cobwebs that encased it were the only ornamentation left. The gold embroidery had long ago faded to the colour of brass. The words had fallen off and now they were no  longer legible. Abandonment was the only song that played from the broken keys.

    The only tune the faded piano played was the ghost of past memories, rot had claimed it and now the ivory teeth were black, some were even lost. The fingerprints of passion and elegance  wiped away and forgotten by years of dust, water, and decay.

No one would ever play the instrument that was long forgotten, and destroyed. The music notes were written in a forgotten language no one could decipher, so there the piano stood in its faded glory with only dead memories to keep it company.

[enricvirgiliyuste]