Devil's Music

The drama seemed to be a drama.

The protagonist was a protégé and fell in secret love with a slave girl in his house. When the protégé's father was told this and the protégé tried to kill the slave, the sister's brother burned the house down and fled after killing the protégé.

The protagonist who became a runaway slave who killed his parents and set his house on fire to catch a slave who turned his house upside down, seemed to be in love with the runaway slave woman and her brother, but he still misses the slave woman in his dreams, and the woman who eventually found the woman but didn't think the protagonist was dead was in love with another man, and the protagonist looks at it with a feeling of voking blood.

“Wow, this drama is so exciting. Then why isn't it working?

So this next one hasn't come out yet?

Gun asked after reading synopsis.

Yongtae nodded, looking at the matter.

“This floor used to be full of scripts.

I think we need to move because of the viewer's reaction. Well, it seems to me that the female Nobby is confronted by the man she loves and the protagonist, but in the end, the protagonist who wants the happiness of the woman is a tragic story that she dies helping him. ”

Gun looks sad to see Synopsis again.

“I see. A happy ending would have been nice. ”

He sat down on the couch next to the case.

“Sad stories work better these days. Now, this is a song where the protagonist asks a female Nobby's brother to become an adult and an adulterer, but he misses her every night and is frustrated.

Do you know what you should call it? It's not just the emotional treatment of the person you love, it's the woman you have to kill, but you love her too much, and eventually you find her, but you know you shouldn't go near her for her happiness. I don't want to see her happy with someone other than yourself, but the main character's feelings need to be melted down to help two people in danger. Do you understand what I'm saying? ”

Gun nods slightly.

“I think I'm getting the hang of it. How many minutes do you have? ”

Yong-tae glanced at the gun, nodding his head.

The gun closed its eyes. As he seemed to be focused, Taektae, Sigma, and Silver Plot quietly helped me focus on the matter. Gun closed his eyes and became the main character in the drama.

How much I've missed you.

I wonder how much it hurt.

How frustrating.

What if it was me? What if it was me? Would he be able to forgive an enemy who killed his family? If the person I love is the enemy that killed my family, what choice do I have? How much do you think you could sacrifice your life for your enemies?

Tears poured out of my eyes.

Gun looked at the sheet music as Najik felt, read the lyrics and notes. I felt like my heart was going to burst when I sang the song for about ten minutes.

My teeth hurt and my eyes turned red.

When I came to the point where I wanted to yell out with the overwhelming frustration and anger toward the world, I barely got up and opened the recording room studio door and said in a voice to stop crying.

“Ha · · · Once. I'll sing it.”

When Yong-tae closed the door on her way to the studio, she sat next to the silver star.

You turned on the microphone connected to the inside.

“Now, this is my first time singing, so I'm going to sing it comfortably, listen to it once and then coach it. It starts with a piano accompaniment and starts with a guitar solo. ”

Yongtae nodded to Silver Star.

“It's your first time, so you don't have to record it. Spread the melody lines in the background to make sure the accompaniment is sound and not MR. ”

Then In-tae said.

“Yongtae, turn on the MR right away. I'm recording.”

He looked at him as if he was talking about Yongtae.

“What are you talking about? What are we supposed to do with the recording from the beginning? ”

He smiled and said.

“It's a digital operation anyway, so I'm not paying for it. Trust me. Try it. ”

Yongtae looked at that figure, shaking his head and looking at the silver star.

“Okay, it's not gonna cost you anything. I just need a couple of fingers. I'm done.

Record an MR countermeasure. ”

The silver star nods and twists its accompaniment and presses the record button.

A beautiful piano accompaniment flowed out of the studio and soon a classic guitar accompaniment flowed out. The case was a feeling of vomiting blood, but I vomited the lyrics mixed with tears, thinking of the protagonist's heart who had to endure it.

It's like my chest is crushed.

Like a teardrop.

The wounds that never go away are painful.

Whether I live or the world abandons me.

It's been a long day, like a year.

When will it be morning?

Like someone supporting my chest with red hot iron, tears flowed down my cheeks, the heart of the protagonist who couldn't sleep every night and lived with me for a year burst out of his mouth.

Yongtae opened his eyes wide and was frightened. The silver star also opened its mouth with frightening eyes. In the corner, he laughed as he expected them to appear.

In the studio, there was a bloody wool spill.

"between dry lips.

The Breath of Memory

Even if I try to erase it,

My heart will never forget you.

If I'm afraid I'll never see you again,

How could I forget you? "

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