Devil's Music

Boom, boom, boom.

A long shadow walking powerlessly.

I recently became a high school student, and I got over 187 centimeters tall. Although it was absolutely supported by my classmates and my subordinate girls because of their tall, slightly skinny hair, dark hair and inhuman-like appearance, living in Seoul had many adverse effects on my family.

The fire that always treated itself and poetry with love has changed.

I came to Seoul with a dream of burning, but I didn't learn anything, and I couldn't stand the high water prices of Seoul after doing business.

With half of the stocks invested in hopes and hopes, I was in a big financial crisis, and I had more time at home because of my unemployed education.

No matter how many couples I loved, I had to fight every day and every hour when I faced them with anxiety. Every day, Zero and Burn had a big and small fight, and when Burning was very angry with Zero, he grabbed the gun and beat him.

Even when he didn't do anything wrong.

I was subjected to domestic violence because of the anger of the burning.

Fortunately, it does not touch Evening and Zixia.

The case has changed.

When I come home, I always frown and stare at myself. Crying constantly. A poem that does not come out of the room. The family that was happy was increasingly tilted, and I also hated the time with my family. At least Sihwa, who likes her brother, came secretly to the room after being burned by Gun, applied the medicine, and cried.

“Hey, Brow! What, did you get beaten up by an old man again? ”

An ordinary looking child with acne on his face, but not so ugly, touched his shoulder and said. I used to be a friend when I was in the second grade of high school this year.

Joo Yong is a child who has been a friend since the sixth grade of elementary school. He entered high school and entered the band and learned guitar. I wanted to ask Gun Wook to join me, but he couldn't say whether he was sorry or not to recommend me to maintain my top grade at all.

Gun smiled bitterly as he watched Yong-yong shudder.

“What, a day or two?”

Gun was always thankful to Joo Yong. For the first time, I couldn't say a word about the shame of writing in tongues about the myriad of friends who were transferring to Seoul and using standard language.

For him who could not answer like a mute, Yoon Yong came trembling like now because he was the first person to open his heart.

Zhu Yong said with his shoulder.

“Oh, you're so tall. It's too much for you to shoulder."

Gun smiles, looking down at Zhuong Yong.

“Where does a dwarf crawl up? Put your hands down, will you? ”

Zhu Yong opened his eyes and said while punching the chest with his fist.

“Wow, are you ignoring the brother who let this Busan village adapt to Seoul? I'm over 175. Because you're big. You want to see one punch three chills today? Tsk tsk."

The gun shakes its head and looks back as it sees the main use of shadow boxing.

“No bullshit, but is that a guitar on your back? Is it practice day today? ”

Zhu Yong put the guitar bag on his back with a proud expression on the floor.

“Yeah, practice today, Puhaha. This guitar you bought all summer in Lotteria for money. You want to take a look? ”

The main one unlocked the hard case as if no answer was needed. The guitar that was embedded in the hard case, not the soft case, appeared as a guitar with a price tag.

The gun spits elasticity while watching the guitar with a semi-shine.

“Wow... you look so pretty. A yellow guitar?”

Zhu Yong carefully pulled out the guitar.

“1952 Fender Telecaster Full American Vintage '52 Telecaster. Maple Neck to Ash Body!, the guitar of my dreams is finally in His hands. For this day of the last winter break, he made a paper delivery, a burger during summer break, and hit a bump. Khahaha”

The gun approaches a simple-looking telecaster for a guitar with a fancy and impressive name. I don't think he cares much about Joo-yong. I just turned around and looked closely.

Seeing that, Joo Yong smiled and put out the guitar.

“Hey, Brow, grab it. I give you my special permission.

Watch out for the $3.4 million guitar. ”

The case was taken in by a huge shock at an enormously expensive guitar price.

“340 million won? Is this guitar so expensive? How much money do you need to make? ”

Zhu Yong held his hands at his waist as he slammed.

“Shit, I made a burger till I was sick. I work eight hours a day and I'm not getting enough work done. My manager's sister told me to hire you. ”

Gun had never learned to play guitar, so he couldn't hold it properly. Instead, he put his left hand on his neck and tried to hold the guitar with his right hand.

Zhu Yong saw that and shouted.

“Oh! Brow! I knew you were so handsome that even if you catch a guitar, Aura will come out! This is going to be crazy when Guns N 'Roses comes through. Khahaha."

Guns N 'Roses

Although it was a popular band to debut in the late 1980s and became popular in the '90s, Guns N' Roses was the name of the club. Although it was originally Gun & Roses, it was simply named Guns and Roses, club members did not know there was a band named Guns N 'Roses because it seemed to have more Guns N' Roses.

Guns N 'Roses grew into a fan club with over 300 fans, starting with Gun and Joo Yong's high school in Guangnam, from the accidental reading room to the girls at other schools.

Gun said, returning the guitar to Yong Yong.

“Ha, don't talk about them. If I call home and don't answer it, there are a lot of phone calls that come and get beaten up and get out. ”

Zhu Yong winked at the guitar.

“What? Did that happen? Oh, fuck. Okay, I got this. You have to build a fence with the president. I'll tell Ju-hee later. ”

Hwang Ju-hee

He was the chairman of Guns N 'Roses and was from the same middle school as Guns N' Roses.

No Guns N 'Roses member disobeyed her charismatic words, unlike her cute little appearance. For example, in the third grade of middle school, Guns N 'Roses was famous for forcing girls out of the house after dragging members and organizing them.

She was also in charge of the keyboard of the band's wealth, so she was close to Joo Yong.

Zhu Yong said while putting the guitar into the hard case.

“Brow, what are you doing after school today? Why don't you come home and watch us practice? If Ju-hee says you're coming, she'll do anything."

I didn't think about it.

I've been curious about the band for a long time, and I frowned because I thought of the way I was going home to beat him with all sorts of excuses.

“Okay, I'll go today. Come with me later. ”

Zhu Yong shouted with the case on his back.

“Oh! Great! I'll tell Ju-hee to shoot Tteokbokki today."

The two of them smiled and headed to school.

Lunchtime after the 4th period.

Gun liked to walk the bed behind the school quietly during lunch. However, unlike the quiet walk, the sophomore class belonging to the case was noisy. It's because rumors about Gun Woo coming to the Band Boo today have spread.

“Joo-yong! Are you sure Gun is coming to band practice today? ”

The first year girls surrounding the main dragon were initially three, but increasingly more and more now more than twenty.

Zhu Yong shrugged his shoulders at the attention of girls who didn't usually pay attention to the band.

“Puhaha yes, this is the person who made the visit to the band department. Bow down, brothers! Khahaha”

The girls screamed while posed to worship him.

“Ahhhh! Oh, my God, they're real!"

“Oh my god, I didn't bring any perfumes today... Ji-hye, lend me some! Lip Gloss!”

“I sell tissues that we threw away on our last math trip."

“Ugh, how am I today? Are you okay?"

The girls were all screaming and rejoicing.

Zhu Yong was briefly interested.

I found myself indifferent and shook my head.

“But you guys. You'll need Ju-hee's permission to go to band practice. ”

At that moment, the girls were silent.

The slightly frightened girls soon became depressed. It is because there is no way I can get permission from Joo Hee. In a public place, if you go to the band department where you have to practice, you won't forgive yourself, so you can't say anything.

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