Devil's Music

Deep night.

The island's nights are restless. There are a lot of sounds, like the sound of waves and birds.

The sound of nature is an irregular but unsettling rhythm that does not disturb the psychology of human nature, so we are not disturbed by it.

The case fell asleep, feeling the popularity of someone and opened my eyes.

A small young man sneaks in, opening the small room door and sits crouched against the wall next to the sleeping duvet.

Gun looked at the figure quietly and slightly raised his body.

The Black Ingot clasps and grabs her knee. She looks angry at the crack.

Gun smiled as he looked at that figure.

"Tsu Mae, can't you sleep?"

The Black In-young who was squatting was Tsu Mae.

After returning home late from fishing, Sunjin asked about the situation, looking at Tsu Mae and leaning over, and he gave her a nice smile and spread food in the short description of the crew, giving her her room and caring for her to sleep comfortably.

VJ, who was watching Zmei sleeping alone in the large room between the kitchen and the small room, came to the side of the late night case with an installed camera, hurriedly took his clothes and jumped from the stairwell to the blue rooftop house.

The gun grabs her hand and comes out of the backyard without her face in the dark room. Gun was using the same room as Choonho, so I was concerned that he might wake up while switching on the lights or talking in the room.

Gunn sat down with Tsu Mae on a regular basis and began talking to her using the moonlight as a cover.

"Tsumei, have you ever been to an island? I'm new to this. Actually, when I was a kid, my grandmother's house was the archipelago of Busan, and it was an embarrassingly close land, so I only had to cross one short bridge. That's why I never felt like an island."

Tsu Mei said with her hands on her hind thighs, placing her knees on top of her usual.

"Yes, it is. It's my first time. China has many islands, but my home was inland."

I saw Gun looking at the moon next to Tsumei.

The dark, shiny hair was loosely tied back in a ponytail style, and the long head that had been cut off in front of it had been pushed down the eyebrow line to the side. The hairs protrude, the long head down in front of your ears are so cute, and you have a smart nose on your white face. Unlike an Asian, his twin lids were dark and his eyes were wide, and his lips were wide and he had a bright face that seemed to smile even when he was expressionless.

She was wearing a pink sweater with a v-neck neck and only a white neck. The legs in short white shorts were as white as snow and moderately thin as if they hadn't seen the sun often.

My feet were barefoot when I came out of the room wearing slippers, but it felt so cute to squeeze my toes together.

Gun smiles at her without even knowing it.

"I heard Chinese art schools have a lot of practice, isn't it hard?"

Tsu Mae nods.

"It's hard, because everyone lives in a dormitory, and group life is important, but it's also very proactive and multi-disciplinary. But I specialize in art, so it's not hard for me. because dancers and performers and martial arts majors run around all day long."

The gun tilts its head and asks.

"Martial arts? You teach martial arts at the art school?"

Tsumei spoke.

"Yes, martial arts is fundamental to everything in China. There's not a single Chinese actor who can't do martial arts, because there's a difference in strength, but they're all fundamental. The singers are doing a bit of martial arts."

The gun wields its hand in the air and makes a playful smile.

"Oh, right. Like, like, whoosh, whoosh. Is that a postcard? That movie was really fun. The actor's name was Dog Squad, right?"

Tsu Mae said, smiling at the case.

"Haha, that's right. He also won the Best Martial Artist Award for Inside Kung Fu in China. Later on, I became famous as a movie martial arts director and became an action actor."

The gun continues to wave its hand in the air.

"I see. Was it a right to youth? I think the master of Iso Dragon invented this."

Tsu Mae nods.

"That's right, but it's not youth that the dodgers are training for. They trained for about six months because of the film, and they said that if you learn anything right, you learn it fast."

Gun said as he looked at Tsumei.

"Do you even know how to practice Tsumai? Not all Chinese, I'm sure."

Tsu Mae shakes her head with a smile.

"I'm learning as an educator at school, but I'm not talented."

The gun nods and meets the eyes of the VJ rushing into the backyard.

"Huh? Director. Why did you come here tonight without sleep?"

VJ hurriedly inspected the installed camera on the side of the courtyard.

"This is real talent, Gunny. Whatever the performer does, we have to record it. So we're going around and we're looking at the installed camera in real time. It's crazy when you find out that the marble PD has missed this picture."

The VJ rotates the angle of the installed camera towards the plane and starts shooting the two from different angles with the portable camera.

"Well, I'm not here. Keep talking!"

The gun smiles slightly and turns around. Tsu Mei also turned her head to the side and looked at each other with a smile on their faces.

"Why did you become an artist?"

Tsu Mae said with a slightly depressed face as she thought for a moment.

At first, I wanted to paint a beautiful painting like that from "Heran," an Impressionist from China, but I started drawing every day until my fingers blistered, and now I can't even remember why I wanted to paint. "

Gun's gaze aligns with Tsumei's gloomy face.

"Can you think of any reason? You said it yourself."

Tsu Mae tilted her head.

"Which one? Are you mad at me?"

The gun shakes its head and stabs Zmey in the cheek with its index finger.

"No, I want to paint a beautiful picture."

The horse smiles as Tsu Mae touches the Poké Ball with a red face.

"Me, I want to sing, I want to learn music for one reason only. I want to write and sing the best songs. Do you need another reason?"

Tsumei shrugged her feverish cheeks and asked me another question.

"Then who do you admire?"

Gun glances at the camera, revealing its teeth and smiling.

"I like a lot of musicians. Elvis Presley, Jimmy Hendricks, John Lennon, Nirvana, Santana and Metallica, and, in fact, they may look like other people who dream of being musicians, but the only comedian I really admire is Lee Kyung-gyu from Korea."

Tsu Mae tilts her head.

"Comedian? What's so admirable about that?"

The gun extends both legs forward and the horse leans back with both hands behind your back.

"Lee Kyung-kyu was a comedian who had a great success with his skills. But his dream was always a movie. Being a movie director. So he did this movie called" The Revenge Battle, "where he was a director and a lead actor. It was made out of compassion. But that movie was a disaster. In fact, since before the movie was made, I've been ridiculed by comedians everywhere, and I've been told that I knew it was going to happen, and I've been told why I'm only wasting my money. There was a time when the sarcastic word" vengeful clot, "which meant" ignorant "and" disgraced. "You've failed miserably."

He frowned, smiling and said, as if Tsu Mae was serious.

"Later on, he returned to his craft and went back to the comedian path. He was still winning, and for a long time, he didn't have any big problems, so he became the godfather of the craft community. Everyone thought that Lee Kyung-gyu is not a movie, but a talent. Stop dreaming about movies and just be talented. But he didn't give up on his dream, and eventually it happened again in a movie called The Mask. And of course, the movie wasn't very good, and I participated as a producer, not as a director."

Tsu Mae nods and asks.

"So is it admirable what happens when you fail without giving up on your dreams?"

When Gun Mei tried to heal him, he woke up and looked at the moon.

"No. Anyone can fail. More people wake up from failure than they think. By the way, think of my failure as being ridiculed by everyone in the world." That's all you need, "said the caterpillar." I'm glad the comedians are out of whack. "Listening to this."

The gun revolves around the usual surroundings of the horse.

"Even the family wouldn't admit it, and everyone in the world told me to give up on my dreams. Your path is different. Do what you do best. There's a difference between what you want to do and what you're good at."

The gun smiles as it looks at the shifting Tsumei as it moves.

"He's the one who hasn't given up on ridicule and disbelief in all those worlds. I wouldn't be able to. Someone who can do things I don't think I can do. That's Lee Kyung-gyu."

Tsu Mae nods loudly.

"What a great guy you are. not just a failure, but a mockery of the whole world."

Gun kisses his eyes as he sits on the bench.

"Let's do it, too. Even if we become the ridicule of the world while walking our path. Let's do it again if we can't. Until it becomes."

Tsu Mae blinked her big eyes and tightly held her hands.

"Yes, brother. Let's do it."

Gun bursts into laughter as he looks at Tsumei's cute whites.

"Haha, but we're funny. I'm not making fun of the world, but isn't it funny to think about it in advance? Haha"

Tsu Mae smiled with the gun and suddenly said.

"I want to hear what my brother is singing. Not just to me, not to everyone."

Gun joyfully took out his guitar at Tsu Mae's request.

"Okay, let's just say it's just me and Z-Mei."

From the blue rooftops where the serene sound of the waves mingles with the sound of seagulls, guitar sounds spread and small noises that won't hurt the neighbor's house.

We have dreams.

I want to sing a beautiful song to overcome adversity.

If we believe in fairy tales, we can have hope, even if we fail.

because that dream is really going to change.

Our destination will be the hope of pushing the darkness away.

I believe in angels.

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