Devil's Music

Gun ran to the school library and printed a version of the Asturias score played by Professor Sharon Izvin.

It's not that I didn't believe in Professor Sharon's ability to interpret music, but the original song by Isaac Manuel Francisco Alvenez also printed and returned to Dante Park sat down on the lawn and took out a musical note.

It was still morning, so the sun was warm, so it was a little cold, but it was tolerable. Above all, I liked the open outdoor space more than the cramped one-person practice room. The gun took out Professor Sharon's sheet sheet music first and showed more interest in the sun.

‘There are places where the color is empty. ”

Gun hurriedly pulls Alvenez's sheet music out of the guitar bag and glares at the sunlight. The sheet of Albanian music is always filled with color. You tilt your head as you check the void against the sheet music in Albania, placing two musical notes on the floor.

The notes on the second page here are blue. What does blue mean? ”

The gun holds the sheet sheet music of Alvenez in its hand and thinks.

No matter how much I thought about it, I did not get an answer. This time, I compared people who were not musical scores.

‘Albeniz is a Spanish composer and professor Sharon is from St. Louis, USA. Albeniz is a pianist and composer, but Professor Sharon is a guitarist. Is it due to the limited difference between guitar and piano expression? ’

Gun got stuck in his chin, thought about it, then suddenly pulled his smartphone out of his pocket and searched for ‘Asturias’. While frowning for a long time, I cheered as I looked through the smartphone screen.

“Yes! This was it! ”

Suddenly, all of a sudden, the people sitting around the grass were surprised and stared at the flashing gun. Gun felt his gaze focused on him, smiled beautifully, took a funeral and sat back down.

‘Asturias was the name of the Spanish municipality. Among these songs about the beauty of the area called Asturias, the place that Professor Sharon, an American, couldn't express emotionally is' miss. ’”

Gun wrote the word 'miss’ in pen on the blue part of the Albanian sheet music. I was excited that the case had crossed one mountain, but another was waiting.

"We've solved the blue, but why is there a colorless note on Professor Sharon's sheet? There's definitely a note on it that matches the score in Albania.”

The gun holds the note on the floor and holds the pen. I continued to draw the question mark in the space next to Sharon's musical score, but there was no change. The gun shakes its head and draws a flat meaning of rebound on the words with another empty note.

And then...

Every note in the articulation with a flat note came in color. The gun smiled at my mouth as I saw the gradually glowing note drawing the perfect color.

‘This is it. The notes were subtly different when expressed in piano than when expressed in guitar! ’

I was excited and drew a flat or shop on every empty spot. Shortly after, Sharon's sheet music was filled with colorful colors without finding any empty places. The case raises the finished sheet of music high and smiles.

When I look up at the sheet of music and smile, I feel a dim spot around me. You are surprised that the gun has passed too quickly, and you hear a loud noise nearby. As Gun turns to his right, many girls sit quietly on the lawn watching him.

I was surprised and asked.

What, what? ”

A girl with short brown hair raised her hand and pointed at the watch on her wrist.

“It's 8: 40! I'm here to hear you sing! ”

When I counted the girls sitting on the lawn, I was surprised, and today there were more than fifty girls. He wipes his hands on his thighs in shame.

“Oh, I was doing my homework. I didn't know you were coming. I'm sorry. ”

As the gun slightly choked, a scream erupted.

“Ugh, no! Focus was beautiful! ”

“Yes! Heave-ho!"

“You are such a beautiful man! ”

I scratched my back head with a shy face and pulled out the guitar. For a moment, I thought about which song to sing, and I saw a musical note on the floor. After slowly reading the finished sheet, he reached out his hand and held the sheet music in his hand, and smiled at the girls.

The girls who saw the laughter fell asleep again.

“Gaaaah!! He smiled at me! ”

“No, no! It's me! It's me! ”

“Come on, girl, you got Robin! Are you talking to Robin? ”

When he sees the girls running wild, he smiles and raises his sheet music high.

“Today I'm going to play you a guitar song that I have to practice. Are you okay?”

The girls briefly shared their voices. Some girls had never seen it before today, but they were bragging like they were best friends because there was no border to virtue. A moment later, the brown-haired girl raised her hand and said.

“Playing is charming enough, but we want to hear a song, can't you sing it? ”

The gun grabs my chin and thinks:

"Well, I don't have time to practice, but I think I need to play in front of these people to see their reactions." ’

On second thought, the blonde girl in the front row raises her hand. As Gun asked, the girl looked up and said,

“Why don't you put lyrics on the song right away? And then you play, and then we're all happy to hear a song. ”

The girl nods as if the other girls were right, but soon it becomes noisy again.

“Yes, please do that! ”

“He doesn't know anything about music! How do you write lyrics all of a sudden? ”

“Why? All you need is a note! ”

“Oh, look at these ignorant kids, who can't do music that easily! ”

A moment later, I began to write something on the sheet of music because I was worried about the noisy girls. The girls held their own legend for a long time, and when the gun focused on writing something down, they calmed down the girls who were talking with their fingers on their mouths. The girls were silent in an instant, focused on the gun without the rustling sound.

After more than a decade, you can see the girls staring at themselves with gleaming eyes. The gun smiles beautifully, placing a musical note in front of you.

“Thank you for your input. I'm also thankful that you broke the stereotype that lyrics don't fit into the song. I don't know if it's going to work, but I made a melody out of lyrics. I don't think it's a lot of stuff I made all of a sudden. But will you listen to me? ”

The girls shouted in the middle heat again.

“Of course! Make it quick! ”

“Ugh, really? Did you really make this right here? ”

“What do we do? Go be a genius! ”

This time, there were many freckles sitting at the far left of the front row, and a girl with red head raised her hand. As the gun opened its eyes, the girl stood up and twitched her hand in embarrassment.

“Hey, did you just write the lyrics yourself? ”

The girls looked at the case as if they were curious. He waved his hand as if it weren't the case.

“Oh no, writing lyrics is not that easy. I wrote a poem for the song I was going to play, and then I put on a melody line. ”

The girls nod, asking the same question.

“What poem? We love poetry."

“Yes, tell me, what poem is it? ”

“Mom, you must know your stuff by the end of the day! You didn't search. You just did. Did you? ”

The gun smiles as it pulls out the guitar.

“Do you know the poet Federico Garcia Lorca? ”

When the girls shook their heads together and said that they didn't know, the gun laughed.

“He was a Spanish poet and playwright. The song I'm going to play is also from the Spanish national musician Isaac Manuel Alvenez, and I think it's going to fit together. ”

The girls nod at the case and shine their eyes. Gun turned around and put the guitar on his thigh.

“The song is called Asturias. It's a song reminiscent of the Spanish province of Asturias. ”

At the end of the case, a fast-paced but lyrical melody unique to Spanish music was produced. The girls secretly closed their eyes and focused on the tune before the end of the first 16 words. Those who wandered around Dante Park stopped one by one and listened to the beautiful tune that was heard from afar.

The beautiful guitar tune seemed to draw an ideal, but it made me miss something. Those who heard guitar thought about their hometown without even knowing it, and their parents and grandparents who were naturally in their hometown.

Everyone has a childhood.

Every time we think of our childhood memories,

Be happy or unhappy.

I miss being home, and I want to go home.

It can be hard just to think of someone.

But right now,

All who listen to other tunes

It depicts a hometown close to Utopia.

And the moment the aria of the supersonic burst from the gun's mouth.

I closed my eyes and all the girls who were listening to the music opened their eyes. People listening to guitars around Dante Park dropped their coffee or cell phones.

Gun sang in a high-pitched voice that could play a female soprano with his eyes closed.

Some souls have blue stars.

The mornings that I put in my time ribs,

With dreams and nostalgia.

Clean corners.

Other souls suffer from visions of passion.

Fruits eaten by worms. Like the flow of shadows.

A burning voice from afar.

Echoes. Memories without sadness.

Fragments of a kiss.

My soul has long been ripe.

It's thin, mysteriously dark.

The young stones that were eroded by hallucinations

It falls on the water of my thoughts.

Every stone speaks.

God is far away.

After the song stopped, it continued to play. There were still about fifty girls sitting at the small concert hall in Dante Park, but everyone who was walking or lying in between the trees was listening to the music.

After a long performance, a middle-aged man stopped walking along the trail and listened to the music. After looking at the sky once, he lightened his eyes for a moment. Then he took the phone out of his suit's pocket and made a phone call somewhere.

“Hello? Mother? It's me, Paul. It's been too long, hasn't it? Haha, I suddenly miss you so much. How's your dad?... ”

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