#Learn to Play Piano

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[musictrainingworld]

How to Build and Play 7th Chords on the Piano

When you sit before the ivory keys, feeling the weight of each note under your fingers, do you ever wonder how to infuse your playing with the depth and richness that touches the soul? Learning 7th chords on the piano opens up a new world of emotion and versatility. These chords are the heartbeats in romantic ballads, the soul in jazz lounges, and the poignant moments in movies...

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[fairyturds]

💀

[littleyellowleaves]

For Emily and Lucia, who travel together.

[arttsuka]

Request: Jed and octavius dancing on/playing the piano like in that scene from the movie Big.

(Your art is amazing)

Like this? 🎹🎵🎶

Maybe they can have an iPad too

[spacesheeeeeep]

Actually so tired that people mainly focus on the bdsm when they talk about La Pianiste when we literally have this dynamic right here. Like, that's insane.

What if you were a little girl in her 40's who couldn't grow up because of your mother-wife who made you sleep in her bed and forced you to repress every sexual desires and thoughts of becoming your own person just to keep you close to her ? What if you fought back and yearned for dangerous things out of her reach ? But also, what if you let her because it's all you've ever known and been taught to want ?

[ahappydnp]

i am having a panic attack so I am watching the yt dan playing piano compilation and now i am crying about how dan played piano for phil on his keyboard and then on the haunted piano and then on the white piano and now he can play piano for phil in their house

And they love living life together so much

and now phil buys him silly little fun musical instruments for fun and he plays them to make phil laugh

the way he rediscovered his love for playing because he found the perfect audience...

[pianokantzart]

Mario having a slice of pizza on the edge of the bathtub to eat while he bathes feels pretty in character.

The medieval sword he stashed inside the toilet? That one was a surprise.

[gifstiva]

- I thought you were asleep. - You thought wrong.

[swordy-da-goat]

[residentfurry]

no matter where you are

i can still hear you when you drown

[ironcy]

Modern AU headcanon in which Viktor is a classically trained pianist but he doesn't play a lot anymore, he doesn't have a piano and Jayce doesn't know about it because it never comes up. Jayce takes him home to his mom for holidays and she has a piano and he sits down and plays some pieces from memory and Jayce just leans against the doorframe and watches him

[anglerflsh]

I found out that I'm, like, so bad at playing the piano. Which is ironic because I'm really good at typing fast so it's not a hand muscle problem, it's a problem of me not recognising a single note for the life of me. Saw could put me in a trap and ask me which note I'm listening to and I would die

[pinkcreamypeach]

Interactions (Story)

Characters- Wendy, Iggy, Ludwig, Kamek, Lemmy, Junior and Peach with mentions of Bowser. (Some of the koopalings basically)

(This is my first time writing the Koopalings, and wow, they’re incredibly tough to writel. Apologies for the abrupt ending. I didn't have a solid plan going in, but this was more of an experiment.I really wanted to explore Princess Peach building relationships with each of the Koopalings. It might be a little out of character, but I still thought it would be interesting to try! The others will get their turns with peach.)

(Look at this adorable GIF! 😭 Bowser and his children core)

“Oh, Mario..."

*Peach found herself in yet another lavishly furnished room within Bowser’s fortress. It was an improvement from past imprisonments, yet the familiarity of captivity left her feeling just as trapped. She never voiced her discomfort to the King and never spoke much to him at all. Silence had become her shield, a quiet defiance. Even as fear lingered, she had long since learned to suppress it.*

*Wandering the room, her eyes settled on a grand piano tucked into the corner. Drawn to it, she gracefully approached, adjusting her gown before lowering herself onto the bench. Her fingers hovered over the keys, tracing their familiar arrangement. She pressed B, then C. A simple observation B and C, like E and F, sat side by side with no black key between them, their notes naturally a half step apart.*

*She had been playing since childhood, and instinct took over as she began a simple warm-up. First, the treble clef medium to high pitch. Her fingers moved with careful precision, striking each note as quarter beats, never holding them too long. Eyes closed, she hummed softly in accompaniment, losing herself in the gentle melody.*

*Then, the door creaked open slowly, quietly. The absence of heavy footsteps confirmed it wasn’t Bowser. The mere presence of footsteps at all meant it wasn’t Kamek, either. That left only one real possibility.*

“You can play the piano?"

*The voice was smooth, refined. Ludwig von Koopa the eldest of the Koopalings, though not the largest. He stepped inside, studying her posture and technique with a discerning eye. A nod of approval followed, seemingly pleased with her form.*

"Since I was four," she replied, finishing her warm-up on a whole note before shifting slightly, patting the space beside her in invitation.

"Do you play, Cher?" she asked, tilting her head.

*Ludwig approached, his confidence evident as he took the offered seat beside her.*

"I am well-versed in the violin and various classical instruments," *He stated matter-of-factly.*

"The piano should be no great challenge."

*Peach merely smiled, sensing his pride. She gestured toward the keys.*

"Alright, Chérie. Play A, D, and F. Then G# and D#."

*Ludwig studied the keyboard, methodically counting the notes. His fingers pressed A and F correctly, but the other notesoff. The resulting discord made him wince.*

“What dreadful sounds," he muttered in clear distaste.*

"Ah, ah," *Peach chided gently, suppressing a laugh.* "It’s only a warm-up. You're just pressing random keys, it's not supposed to sound pleasant. It’s about understanding the layout, the feel of the instrument."

*Ludwig sighed, composing himself. If nothing else, he was not one to shy away from mastery.*

*For nearly an hour, Peach sat beside Ludwig, watching as he struggled with the piano. Every time he struck an off note, his nose would scrunch in irritation. Yet, rather than giving in to frustration, he would exhale sharply, compose himself, and try again. His determination was admirable, though Peach couldn’t help but notice his occasional glances at her hands how smoothly they danced across the keys. Was he trying to improve for his own sake… or perhaps to impress her? Maybe both.*

*Eventually, they moved on to a duet. She took the treble clef, playing the higher notes, while Ludwig handled the deeper ones. She placed a sheet of music in front of them, instructing him to follow the notes without looking at his claws only the sheet. It was a challenge, but he watched how effortlessly Peach played, her fingers gliding with precision. That, if nothing else, pushed him to try harder.*

*Their harmony, however, was abruptly shattered.*

"MY BOW! MY BOW, MY BOW!"

*A shrill wail pierced the air, causing both pianists to hit a cacophony of wrong notes. Ludwig snarled in irritation, while Peach winced at the sudden noise. They turned just in time to see Wendy O. Koopa storming into the room, her signature pink bow in ruins, tears streaking her heavily made-up face.*

"What on earth is the meaning of this?" Ludwig snapped, utterly affronted by the intrusion. Barging into the princess’s room unannounced how uncouth! Not that he had knocked either, but he was the eldest, which made it entirely different, of course.*

*Wendy, undeterred, marched up to Peach and grabbed at her dress, holding up the tattered remains of her ribbon.*

"P-Papa isn’t even here to help! Junior burned my ribbon bow while he was eating! UGH! Now it’s ruined! WAHHH!" *she wailed, sniffing between sobs.

*Ludwig sighed, rubbing his temples.* "And here I thought you had a shred of maturity."*

*Wendy shot him a venomous glare, her mascara running down her cheeks.* "Eat a bone, you pompous, upright blueberry!"

*Peach, meanwhile, simply smiled and knelt down, lifting Wendy into her arms with surprising ease. Over time, the princess had grown used to the bratty Koopaling, and despite Wendy’s usual attitude, she didn’t resist. Peach carried her to the bed, gently dabbing at her tear-streaked face with a napkin.*

"Hush, hush… We’ll fix everything," *She soothed.* "In fact, I’ll make you a new one better than the last."*

*Ludwig frowned slightly, watching the exchange. Wasn’t Wendy supposed to despise the princess? He distinctly remembered her ranting about Peach in the past. Yet, with each capture, Wendy had been spending more time around her… and now she was sitting there, still sniffling, but letting Peach comfort her.*

"Where is Junior?" *Ludwig asked, standing up to investigate.

*Wendy scoffed dramatically, flipping her claws in the air.* "Busy destroying more of my dreams!"*

*Ludwig rolled his eyes and left, leaving the two alone. Peach, ever patient, searched through some smooth pink fabrics, selecting a few shades fit for a replacement bow. Nearby sat Wendy’s makeup set a complete mess, with lipstick smeared and eyeshadow streaking down her face.*

*Peach sat beside her, carefully wiping away the last of her tears. Wendy, still pouting, crossed her arms but didn’t pull away.*

"Let’s turn that frown upside down," *Peach teased gently, dabbing at her cheeks with the napkin.

*Wendy’s eyes softened ever so slightly. She huffed, glancing away.* "Whatever makes you feel good…” *She muttered, then added,* "I’m still better than you."*

*Yet, despite her words, her tail wagged slightly behind her, something she didn’t seem to notice. Peach only chuckled, rolling her eyes but continuing to smile.*

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*Kamek conjured multiple clones of himself, ensuring that young Prince Junior was well cared for. At this time, the little Koopa was merely an infant, crawling about with boundless curiosity. The duplicates engaged him in play, only to be scorched by his natural fire-breathing abilities that, unlike most young Koopas, he wielded effortlessly.*

*The Magikoopa let out a weary sigh. As the king’s most trusted advisor and the highest-ranking member of his army, he bore the immense burden of keeping order in the kingdom. The years weighed on him. While King Bowser remained in his prime, Kamek had lived for centuries, witnessing the rise and fall of many generations before him.*

*Deciding he had earned a moment of respite, he prepared to take a well-deserved nap. Meanwhile, Ludwig descended the grand staircase of the castle, his steps deliberate and composed. As he roamed the corridors, his path led him to the shared quarters of Iggy and Lemmy. Upon stepping inside, he was met with the expected chaos.*

*Iggy’s half of the room resembled a fully functioning laboratory, littered with mechanical components and half-finished inventions most of which were likely hazardous in the hands of the two mischievous siblings. Yet their father encouraged their curiosity, believing that learning through failure was an essential part of growth. Iggy and Lemmy, of course, had no qualms about surrounding themselves with volatile contraptions.*

*Lemmy, ever the acrobat, often swung from the various structures scattered about, his movements as fluid as a performer on a high-wire. Ludwig, though unimpressed outwardly, secretly admired his agility. Today, however, Lemmy was absent, leaving only Iggy, who was covered in soot and dust, hunched over a new project battle-grade turtle shell.*

*Ludwig rapped his knuckles against the doorframe, prompting Iggy to perk up and adjust his glasses before flashing a wide grin.*

“Oh! Big brother!” *He chirped.*

*Ludwig stepped inside, carefully navigating the maze of scattered tools, discarded blueprints, and failed experiments. His tail instinctively lifted to avoid any grime.*

“Hello, Iggy. And what peculiar contraption are you working on now?” *Ludwig inquired, arching a brow as he observed the mess.*

*Iggy’s eyes lit up with excitement. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, he struck a proud stance.*

“Well!” *He lifted a claw, his tone taking on the cadence of a well-rehearsed lecture.* “A battle turtle shell would serve as an excellent defensive mechanism for several reasons. First, natural armor! Turtle shells are incredibly durable, composed of bone and keratin, offering remarkable protection against physical attacks. And then, of course, there’s the electrostatic—”

*Ludwig half-listened as Iggy launched into an enthusiastic, highly technical explanation. While his younger brother rattled on about modifications, defensive mechanisms, and scientific theories, Ludwig idly surveyed the room. He yawned discreetly, of course but he had to admit the concept was intriguing.*

“Furthermore,” Iggy continued, “versatility! The battle shell could be enhanced with modifications such as retractable spikes, concealed weaponry, or even a propulsion system for enhanced mobility!” *He concluded his monologue with a deep breath, beaming with satisfaction.*

“Well, have an—” *Iggy turned to acknowledge Ludwig, only to realize his brother was casually rifling through his blueprints instead. Papers were lifted, glanced at, and unceremoniously dropped back onto the cluttered workspace.*

“Were you even listening?!” *Iggy huffed, crossing his arms.*

*Ludwig looked up with a bemused expression.*

“Well, yes. The beginning, a portion of the middle, and the conclusion. However, considering it took you twenty minutes to explain, I believe I absorbed the most relevant points.”

*Iggy scoffed.* “Oh, sure! Yet I sit through you playing that boring violin all the time!”

*Ludwig recoiled as if he had been personally insulted.* “Boring!? Oh, please! Your lack of appreciation for refined music is nothing short of tragic.”

*The two descended into a heated argument, their bickering filling the room. Just then, Lemmy strolled in to retrieve his roller ball, only to pause, tilting his head at the sight of his quarreling brothers. It was just another typical day in the Koopa Kingdom.*