Devil's Music

Ships to the full moon are small and medium-sized vessels that can carry about 50 people on small cruises, and the vibration of the ships increased as they headed out to the far seas. Because it was a small ship to withstand high waves, there are not many people going through the household, so this ship usually carries only five or six passengers.

As the vibrations of the ship intensified, the steps laid down, one by one, in a seasickness. Sunset is a very nature-friendly human being, so he is listening to music with his legs stretched out and tight, whether he does not get seasick. The crew and Choonho have already run to the bathroom three times and vomited and are lying on their backs. I was listening to music on my smartphone.

When the quartz tapped the sunset and asked him to take a look in the back seat, he got up and said, touching the crew's thighs, knowing that the sunset was worried about the crew and Choonho.

“Is the car that bad? Come on, we still have two hours left. ”

The crew opened their eyes and said.

“Don't make me tell you. I'm gonna get hit by a motorcycle. ”

When I looked back on Gundo, I looked back at the case and said,

“I saw in the book that the cause of motion sickness is irregular. Is it because the seminal duct has lymphatic fluid in its ear? It's because this irregular vibration is transmitted to your eyes and ears. Huh? Look, Gunny doesn't get seasick because he listens to music. Listen to the car. Close your eyes. Huh?”

The crew shakes their hands while still awake.

“Phew! I can't even plug my earphones into my ears! Don't talk to me!”

Choonho frowned and frowned as if he was in a worse situation than the one who gave at least an answer. Sunset was worried about the two of them.

“Come on, trust me, okay? ”

The crew frowned and said.

“Oh, come on! I'm exhausted, so sing me a song and I'll listen to you. ”

Sunset smiles in a daze.

“What? Sing? Here? Hehehehehehe."

Sunset turns her head around and continues to smile. The crew smiled slightly and said that it was funny.

“Gun, you sing a song. It's a good thing you're feeling better, or not. ”

The gun looks back from the front seat and is surprised.

“Yes? Here? ”

The passenger nods, looking at the case while still keeping his eyes open.

“You'll die, brother! Do you know how to cook? I'm the only one here who cooks among the four here.If I die here, you and Haejin will only have to eat kimchi for two weeks. Come on, come on. ”

When he looks at the marble, he turns his fingers and nods, smiling without saying anything, alternating between the crew and Choonho. The camera was rolling, so he hand-delivered the doctor.

Gun looked at his smartphone and looked up and said, looking for a song to sing.

“Well, some of you are sleeping here, so I'm going to call you small."

He said with a shimmering glow.

“Oh, really? This is why I like being young. Okay, so what are you gonna sing? ”

He said, taking out the guitar that Gun brought.

“I haven't learned a guitar yet, so there's no hard song, there's a teacher, Hamchunho, and we're just on the ocean, so I'm going to sing the poet and the chief's“ blue sail. "”

Choonho barely opened his eyes and looked at the case when he said he was singing.

The gun grabs a guitar and goes to a window seat overlooking the sea. The passengers were all watching the timing, and the crew and Choonho were also staring at each other, even though they couldn't look away.

The gun clears its throat and looks out the window at the sea.

I don't know if it's a song I can understand, but as I watched the sea, my 40-year-olds began to think about what they would think about this trip with their friends. When the arpeggio, which proceeds in a relatively easy code, spreads, the awake passengers and the nauseous steps turn their heads.

Gun sighed as he watched the sea surfing outside the window, hoping that the crew and Choonho would get better with his song.

Too much wind, I guess.

I can't even see a crooked flower.

We've lived too long.

Dude, maybe I should dream again.

They've all lived arrogantly.

Exhausted like cotton

But that wave is too high.

Maybe we should raise the blue sail, my friend.

The low sound echoes across the line, and people close their eyes to a comfortable song that does not have a big high-pitched part to it. It was a short song, but I saw people's faces improve a little while singing, and I repeatedly sang the song three times.

The camera director who was filming Gun and the passengers almost dropped their camera without even knowing it when the two songs repeated, and he looked around in horror. The step holding the camera because he is not seasick is only three people including himself. He was slapping himself on the cheek with a sleepy expression, and the audio step was sleeping with a microphone stand. The only thing that looks fine is the main PD marble.

And the crew.

Darkness.

Choon Do.

Few passengers were listening to the song.

Everyone fell asleep with a relaxed look on their faces.

The quartz nods at the end of the song as he looks around and says to the camera director,

“That's it. That's it. Let the VJs rest. Two hours of sleep, both of you. It's the vigilante again when we get there. ”

The marble that looked fine fell into a deep sleep as soon as it sat down.

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