apple thinks sheis an instrumental person like that one guy mcgiver off of SNL. if apple was an asian weather reporter she would be a bad one. because she wouldnt be able to tell us all about the rain
Mills loves to play instrumental music for apple. He gives her his chocolate covered pine cones that are low in calories and good for your heart. He loves to hangout with apple.
An instrumental instrument is awesome!!! There really fun!!!! But i don’t play an instrument anymore!!!!:):):):):)::):):):):):):):):):)lkcibhv;ksdglxhdz;kmgvhzdlkjghdxflkgj
The instrumental music floated atop the breeze. People milled around in the room, waiting for the music to “officially” begin.
Frantically, I pulled on my hair. Little did they know, that this concert would not begin if I had didn’t do something.
“Target acquired, twelve o’clock,” Turner said into my ear intercom.
“Affirmative.” Turning around, I followed the gray hair man. When he stopped, I would find someone in the crowd to exchange greetings with; when he moved on, I dodged his every step.
“Target moving to back-stage,” I whispered. “Third door. Left. Is it clear on your side?”
“No!” Turner cried in my ear. “It’s a trap! Get out of their Hamilton!”
KenzieB19
Let that instrumental play in the background as my life pours out over the drums and snares that come together to bring a harmony and melody that speaks life of honesty and love. A song that pours my life out so everybody can see me bare and hear the truth of whats in my mind.
Christian Zoll
That was the time when you and I were on our way from the west coast to the north midwest. I guess to Chicago. I guess to see Jeremy and the new baby. We had the back packed up and we were going somewhere. I do remember that. You had the banjo. That had to come. I don’t even remember our arrival time, or if it happened at all.
it means instruments are playing in a band and playing band and brass instruments like tubas
samantha
Ah, a rich, detailed symphony of sound. I love the Vitamin String Quartet and their pop instrumental covers. They’ve done Gaga, Queen and Michael Jackson. I am singing a song from Rent for my next concert and thew pianist is finding us a new arrangement.
When I hear the band playing with there music drum and horns an all that stuff it get very confusing sometimes all I hear is loud music playing
Shamikka
Young, pure voices harmonizing like golden strings knitting perfectly together while finding their way towards the top circle of the cathedral, complementing the paintings of angels playing their heavenly song.
Instrumental is something that uses in band or music an it symbol yes it what happens
Shamikka
I Need a new word that doesn’t say instrumental thank you!!!!!!! :)
Jasmin
Music instruments saxophone Violin drums tambourine
Lisa
Instrumental. The instrumental song was relaxing as it played through my headphones. Instrumental. Love is instrumental (important) to a good couple. Instrumental is musical.
Its Very boring, loud ,obnoxious ,and annoying unles you know howto
Jasmin
The music I love to hear and play songs in my head all day. Singing. Dancing. Music without words. fun.
Allison Foster
John was relaxing at home with the radio on, windows thrown open to welcome in the rare glimpse of sunlight and gentle breezes. It was far past time to air out the stench of stale, rotted watermelon that had settled into every surface of the flat. Strains of a Beatles song drifted around him as he stretched out on the couch and let himself relax after a hard day at the surgery. Sherlock wandered out from his bedroom and tossed aside the handfull of baseball cards he’d been dusting for prints. He instead grabbed a thick textbook from the pile near the door and threw himself into his chair to dig into it. John rested peacefully as the music lulled him to sleep, each page turn gently articulating a new turn of phrase.
It was days later that John learned just how amazing Sherlock’s memory was, at least in the department of music. He had been fiddling about with his violin for the better part of the day, throwing in a sonata here and a fugue there, sometimes taking the lead part of a major symphony while leaving the accompaniment to the imagination. John could only guess at what had brought about this melancholic mood, but was stopped straight in his contemplation when the little stringed instrument suddenly emitted something more familiar.
It began with broken arpeggios, the same ones that the radio had been playing the other day. They skipped within each chord, Sherlock’s practiced fingers dancing along the neck to keep them in their proper incorrect order. The chords followed their familiar progression, finally culminating to a climax where Sherlock broke into an eye-watering vibrato of the highest part of the twelve-voice harmony. His eyes squinched closed for recollection, he perfectly replicated the song he had heard but once before, the instrumental arrangement imbuing it with a new meaning that John had never attributed to it previously. Between the ends of each melodic phrase, Sherlock continued to fill in the gaps with the arpeggios, ensuring a concrete stability of symphonic engagement. On the next verse, he switched to a different line of the harmony, and on the third time he found a way to play two strings in tandem, grasping at the final two parts simultaneously.
As the song wavered off into an unfulfilling ending, John released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Sherlock,” he gasped, the steel-grey eyes snapping to meet his, “That was…. that was amazing! Bloody brilliant! I had no idea you could do Because with just one person.”
Sherlock frowned slightly, trying to sort out John’s words. “Because what?” Then he realized his mistake before John replied, “Oh, was that the name of the song? Dull.” He shrugged the violin off his shoulder and set it lovingly back in its case as John gaped at him.
“Dull?!?” The doctor shook his head sadly, “Sherlock, for someone so musically inclined, you sure are ignorant about the most influential band in history.”
I already done this word why am I doing it agin it is music that I listen to evey day
Keegankeltner
Very loud, obnoxious, sometimes beautiful has it’s moments
Jasmin
He was very instrumental. He loved to play instruments and learn new things. Though it is a talent to be instrumental, he has passed it.
Trysten
Ring ga dong, as I here the Africans Bo ga bong, I love the the way they play there conga dongs, but I always play each not wrong. Alien gang bars homie, I love the way you eat that bologna, why you eat so slow hommie, when I tell you my theory minds are blown, so take a seat, oh!, I’ve se you’ve brought your own. Conga Bo ga loga nova and a blownaona
The instrumental causes in philosophy, the instrumental band that my friend played on the radio from Wisconsin to Oregon, driving across Las Vegas deserts and other powerful places, the instrumental cause, the reason why I’m here.
AJ Balkin
I do not know what to write about this word. I don’t know what it means either.
The pounding in his head was almost instrumental. He thought it was actually rather funny, not that it was instrumental, but the fact if you split instrumental in two you got instru and mental. This was the worst headache David had ever had, he supposed it could be blamed on that milkshake his fathers “friend” had given him. David’s father’s “friend” was actually the Dragon Head of the Wo Shing Wo triad.
Nick F.
Melody Amelia ran her hands over the delicate instrument. It was a very old violin that she had found abandoned in a room of the TARDIS. She picked it up and started to play it. This is odd, she thought. I never learned how to play a violin.
She composed a beautiful melody. Her fingers quickly ran up and down the strings of the violin. It was only when she had finished playing that she noticed her mum and dad, standing at the door of her room, looking at her in awe.
a song that uses instruments
I think its when the music is done and theirs a little music that has no lyric in it shows up and plays until the song comes back up
instrumental is a big word that i’m sure has something to instruments.
apple thinks sheis an instrumental person like that one guy mcgiver off of SNL. if apple was an asian weather reporter she would be a bad one. because she wouldnt be able to tell us all about the rain
Mills loves to play instrumental music for apple. He gives her his chocolate covered pine cones that are low in calories and good for your heart. He loves to hangout with apple.
An instrumental instrument is awesome!!! There really fun!!!! But i don’t play an instrument anymore!!!!:):):):):)::):):):):):):):):):)lkcibhv;ksdglxhdz;kmgvhzdlkjghdxflkgj
Instrumental means to have to do with instruments or music????I don’t know anyway goodbye.
i am a very un-instrumental person. I played a flute for about 5 days then i stopped. I was no good.
I hate instrumental stuff.
instrumental is a big word!!!!!!!!!!
The instrumental music floated atop the breeze. People milled around in the room, waiting for the music to “officially” begin.
Frantically, I pulled on my hair. Little did they know, that this concert would not begin if I had didn’t do something.
“Target acquired, twelve o’clock,” Turner said into my ear intercom.
“Affirmative.” Turning around, I followed the gray hair man. When he stopped, I would find someone in the crowd to exchange greetings with; when he moved on, I dodged his every step.
“Target moving to back-stage,” I whispered. “Third door. Left. Is it clear on your side?”
“No!” Turner cried in my ear. “It’s a trap! Get out of their Hamilton!”
Let that instrumental play in the background as my life pours out over the drums and snares that come together to bring a harmony and melody that speaks life of honesty and love. A song that pours my life out so everybody can see me bare and hear the truth of whats in my mind.
That was the time when you and I were on our way from the west coast to the north midwest. I guess to Chicago. I guess to see Jeremy and the new baby. We had the back packed up and we were going somewhere. I do remember that. You had the banjo. That had to come. I don’t even remember our arrival time, or if it happened at all.
Instrumental is something that i would talk about but to lazy to….
it means instruments are playing in a band and playing band and brass instruments like tubas
Ah, a rich, detailed symphony of sound. I love the Vitamin String Quartet and their pop instrumental covers. They’ve done Gaga, Queen and Michael Jackson. I am singing a song from Rent for my next concert and thew pianist is finding us a new arrangement.
Instrumental sounds like a were word
When I hear the band playing with there music drum and horns an all that stuff it get very confusing sometimes all I hear is loud music playing
Young, pure voices harmonizing like golden strings knitting perfectly together while finding their way towards the top circle of the cathedral, complementing the paintings of angels playing their heavenly song.
Instrumental is something that uses in band or music an it symbol yes it what happens
I Need a new word that doesn’t say instrumental thank you!!!!!!! :)
Music instruments saxophone Violin drums tambourine
Instrumental. The instrumental song was relaxing as it played through my headphones. Instrumental. Love is instrumental (important) to a good couple. Instrumental is musical.
Its Very boring, loud ,obnoxious ,and annoying unles you know howto
The music I love to hear and play songs in my head all day. Singing. Dancing. Music without words. fun.
John was relaxing at home with the radio on, windows thrown open to welcome in the rare glimpse of sunlight and gentle breezes. It was far past time to air out the stench of stale, rotted watermelon that had settled into every surface of the flat. Strains of a Beatles song drifted around him as he stretched out on the couch and let himself relax after a hard day at the surgery. Sherlock wandered out from his bedroom and tossed aside the handfull of baseball cards he’d been dusting for prints. He instead grabbed a thick textbook from the pile near the door and threw himself into his chair to dig into it. John rested peacefully as the music lulled him to sleep, each page turn gently articulating a new turn of phrase.
It was days later that John learned just how amazing Sherlock’s memory was, at least in the department of music. He had been fiddling about with his violin for the better part of the day, throwing in a sonata here and a fugue there, sometimes taking the lead part of a major symphony while leaving the accompaniment to the imagination. John could only guess at what had brought about this melancholic mood, but was stopped straight in his contemplation when the little stringed instrument suddenly emitted something more familiar.
It began with broken arpeggios, the same ones that the radio had been playing the other day. They skipped within each chord, Sherlock’s practiced fingers dancing along the neck to keep them in their proper incorrect order. The chords followed their familiar progression, finally culminating to a climax where Sherlock broke into an eye-watering vibrato of the highest part of the twelve-voice harmony. His eyes squinched closed for recollection, he perfectly replicated the song he had heard but once before, the instrumental arrangement imbuing it with a new meaning that John had never attributed to it previously. Between the ends of each melodic phrase, Sherlock continued to fill in the gaps with the arpeggios, ensuring a concrete stability of symphonic engagement. On the next verse, he switched to a different line of the harmony, and on the third time he found a way to play two strings in tandem, grasping at the final two parts simultaneously.
As the song wavered off into an unfulfilling ending, John released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Sherlock,” he gasped, the steel-grey eyes snapping to meet his, “That was…. that was amazing! Bloody brilliant! I had no idea you could do Because with just one person.”
Sherlock frowned slightly, trying to sort out John’s words. “Because what?” Then he realized his mistake before John replied, “Oh, was that the name of the song? Dull.” He shrugged the violin off his shoulder and set it lovingly back in its case as John gaped at him.
“Dull?!?” The doctor shook his head sadly, “Sherlock, for someone so musically inclined, you sure are ignorant about the most influential band in history.”
I already done this word why am I doing it agin it is music that I listen to evey day
Very loud, obnoxious, sometimes beautiful has it’s moments
He was very instrumental. He loved to play instruments and learn new things. Though it is a talent to be instrumental, he has passed it.
Ring ga dong, as I here the Africans Bo ga bong, I love the the way they play there conga dongs, but I always play each not wrong. Alien gang bars homie, I love the way you eat that bologna, why you eat so slow hommie, when I tell you my theory minds are blown, so take a seat, oh!, I’ve se you’ve brought your own. Conga Bo ga loga nova and a blownaona
Lets listen to the instrumental!
I here music every day from instruments that my brother play at the house. It gets a little loud and I tell him to quit playing
My dad uses me in a instrumental way to do his laybor and to let him relax.
The instrumental objects were different sizes.
I don’t really know what an instrumental is but i have an idea of what it is.
The instrumental causes in philosophy, the instrumental band that my friend played on the radio from Wisconsin to Oregon, driving across Las Vegas deserts and other powerful places, the instrumental cause, the reason why I’m here.
I do not know what to write about this word. I don’t know what it means either.
I am listening to a song that has a lot of instruments That makes it instrumental :)
The pounding in his head was almost instrumental. He thought it was actually rather funny, not that it was instrumental, but the fact if you split instrumental in two you got instru and mental. This was the worst headache David had ever had, he supposed it could be blamed on that milkshake his fathers “friend” had given him. David’s father’s “friend” was actually the Dragon Head of the Wo Shing Wo triad.
Melody Amelia ran her hands over the delicate instrument. It was a very old violin that she had found abandoned in a room of the TARDIS. She picked it up and started to play it. This is odd, she thought. I never learned how to play a violin.
She composed a beautiful melody. Her fingers quickly ran up and down the strings of the violin. It was only when she had finished playing that she noticed her mum and dad, standing at the door of her room, looking at her in awe.