Devil's Music

Gun sits with his legs on his bed, looking at a sheet of sheet music.

The sheet sheet was just a random search of the Internet, and it was filled with musical notes of many colors.

The gun rests its left arm on its knee, kneading its chin with its hands and looking through the sheet music.

‘Even after waking up from a dream, I still see color in the notes. ’

The gun picks up the sheet and brings it to the light coming through the window.

‘The fun thing is that you don't see it on the PC screen, but do you always see the color on the handwritten or printed music? ’

The gun pulls a ballpoint pen out of the desk drawer and starts writing words on the sheet music.

‘The seven feelings Sergey Rahmaninov shared. ”

I saw the note on the side of the sheet.

Blue: Depressive

Red: Passion or anger.

Green: Jealous

Black: Dark, Flaming

White: Hot

Pink: Healthy

DR: Unclear chaos.

The gun twists its chin again and compares its emotions with the color notes it remembers for a long time.

"This sheet is mainly made up of white notes. So the title is‘ lava ’. ’

The gun stared at the sheet for more than 30 minutes and waved its head in a serious manner. After seeing the clock on the wall, he was furious and shouted, jumping out of bed.

“This is bad! It's my first class today! ”

The gun runs into the wardrobe, opens the wardrobe door, and there's a printed piece of paper inside the door.

Gun smiles slightly, looking at the print while busy. The paper on the inside wall appeared as a coordination method with various bottoms, shoes, hats, accessories, etc. with Korean letters written on top.

Gun! The clothes that my sister sent me, I thought it would be hard to find and wear, so I numbered them in the box according to the parts of my clothes. If you wear what you've got pictured down here, you won't hear you can't get dressed anywhere. Study hard and don't forget! My sister plays.

The gun opened the boxes with the number on them, put on the clothes in the order written in the print water, checked the last shoe that came out of the print water, then ran to the front door, looking for photographic shoes in the shoe boot and jumped out of the shoes, but soon jumped back into the house.

“Oops! My guitar! ”

The shoe has not been adapted to the Western house, but the shoe rushes into the room, picking up one of the three guitar bags and running out of the house.

It was only two blocks from the house to the school, so I ran at full speed and got to school in about 5 minutes.

Dozens of students were walking through the lobby as they rushed through the front door of the school. Gun quickly ran up to the second floor studio, avoiding cooking among the students.

After opening a dark brown door in the middle of the corridor on the second floor, which was entirely decorated with a tan tree, the professor was fortunately not seen as late.

Twenty students sitting in the classroom, whether it was the back door or not, all saw only the rear view. The studio was the tallest structure in the back and was designed to be more visible in every seat, although the place that looked like a church was the lowest. The gun sighs and sits in the nearest back seat to wipe off the sweat.

The guitar was placed next to the desk and when I saw the students who only looked back, they all sat quietly without speaking to each other because it was the first day of class.

Various hair colours show that Julius is the place where international musical geniuses gather.

After a while, the front door opened and a middle-aged, beautiful brunette came in and stood at the church. The professor smiled and looked at the students for a moment, then spoke into the microphone installed in the church.

“Greetings, freshmen. I'm Sharon Izbin with you in guitar department going forward. ”

Gun excitedly applauded himself for thinking he had a chance to learn from his esteemed guitar musician.

When Gun clapped first, the other students unconsciously clapped together. Sharon smiled and raised his hands to stop clapping.

“Guitar department will have one hour of private lessons with each student once a week. Also, on Saturdays, there will be studio classes, not every week. It's time for me to play with students who are on a schedule. ”

Professor Sharon takes the microphone off the mic and walks out to the center of the church.

“The lessons you have to take in school are music theory and listening. In addition to room music, orchestras and choir lessons, you can discuss them with your professors to determine if they are available. ”

Professor Sharon asked the front student.

“Hey, blonde girl. What's your name?"

The blonde girl in the front seat seemed slightly surprised and said.

“This is Vladimirovna, Professor Sharon. ”

Sharon smiled and said.

“Yes, a Vladimirov or a student. They must be from Russia. Let me ask you a question. Less than a few compulsory lessons, and one hour a week for professors. Don't you think the class schedule is too generous? ”

Sharon looks at the girl nodding after finishing the question and smiles.

“Yes, but everyone. The moment you think you have a lot of time, you will fall behind. Players always fight back against time. Sweat does not betray you. We may not have time to split up and practice the remaining time. So don't waste your time practicing. ”

Sharon looked around at the slightly nervous students and said,

“Today is the first time, so I'm just going to give you a simple mission. No more whining about missions from day one, right? ”

When Sharon held the remote control above the church, the projection screen cloth behind the church lit up and a PPT screen popped up. On the screen, it said, "First Mission."

Professor Sharon raised his remote high.

“This is my first mission to all of you here at Julius. ”

As Professor Sharon manipulated the remote control, the screen shifted and a black and white photo of a man appeared on the screen.

Sharon lowered his remote, approached the screen and turned his back on the students.

“The first mission is to play Isaac Manuel Francisco Alvenez."

At that moment, the students stood up and said, "Professor Sharon.

“Most of the students know, don't they? He is the leading pianist and composer of Spain. You have to choose one of the Albanian songs as your mission song. ”

“But it would be too easy just to play an Albanian song, wouldn't it? ”

As the students looked at Sharon with curious eyes, she smiled and controlled the remote control.

“I've done one device for a fun mission. Take a look."

The word 'Arrangement' came to mind on the screen.

Sharon exclaimed, looking at the embarrassed students.

“It's a guitar department, but feel free to try any instrument. Whichever way you play it, whichever instrument you put it in, make an arrangement for the piece you choose to complete. That's my first mission to you! ”

The students were overwhelmed by the sudden words of the professor. Then the boy sitting in the middle of the window raised his hand. Sharon smiled and pointed at the male student with his hands.

“Yes, students there. Tell me.”

The blonde boy who turned his hair to the left stood up and said with a cautious tone.

“Hey, Professor. We're guitar students. I'm not a composer and a student, but this mission is kind of embarrassing. I know this is a helpful mission, but I need you to be a little more specific. ”

After giving a signal to the boy to sit with his eyes down, Sharon grabbed the microphone and said.

“Gentlemen, Julius' education is not just about playing. As you may know, there are humanities classes. You know that, right?”

The students nodded, and Sharon spoke.

“The artist we're trying to create is a thinker, an afflicting artist, and a creative performer. ”

Sharon smiled and looked around at the students.

“Think about yourself. What to do. So let me tell you one last time. You have one week. Pick and organise one of Albanian songs. When arranging, you can add other instruments, not just guitars. But the guitar must be played. Okay?”

Sharon left the classroom waving his hands without listening to the students' answers, even though he said the last words as a question. The students had no friendship yet, so they frowned and picked up their luggage, one by one, and got up and headed out of the classroom.

The gun unzipped the front of the other bag and took out a small notebook to confirm the class schedule.

“Today's the first day, so I guess this is it. I think the other guys are already going to the practice room.Have you decided on a song in your mind? ”

After Gun put the notebook back in his bag and held the guitar, he got up and left the classroom.

There were 84 practice rooms open 24 hours a day in Julius, so there were very few spots left. The gun suddenly thought, seeing an empty practice room everywhere, nod.

"You don't have to choose a song in the practice room, do you? If you're in nearby Dante Park, you'll remember the fresh air. Oh, Logan, if you go to Logan's store and get a sandwich, it'll be like a picnic. Heh heh."

Gun left school and bought two of Logan's regular avocado sandwiches and sat on the lawn in Dante Park. It was busy during the day, but not many people were sitting on the lawn, and I only saw a lot of people walking busy in front of the park.

The gun sat with its legs extended and looked up at the sky.

A lot of faces were drawn in the sky. Mom, Dad, Shihua, Quartz, Byeong-jun, play, Sangmi, Lin. Thinking of the person who was thankful for the gun, he smiled in his mouth without knowing it.

I was reminded of a very happy memory when I was thinking about which song to choose, or what Choonho used to say in the book.

"The best song is the song of truth."

Gun thought of what song he could play with all his heart, shouting with his knees.

“Yes, that's the song from when I first heard Professor Sharon Izvin play! That one's from Albeniz, too, right? ”

The gun smiled and reached behind me, supporting the earth, looking up at the sky and thinking.

“My song is' Asturias. 'That's the same piece of music that Professor Sharon Izvin played. ”

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