Devil's Music

Guitar Studies Department at Julius School.

Looking out the window at the sunlight, frowned, Professor Sharon Izbin slammed the curtain and turned on the European-style stand light on the table. Warm orange lights make the view of the antique classroom more cozy. Sharon, who was browsing the classroom with a satisfied expression for a moment, picked up the top of a stack of sheet music on his desk and buried himself deep in a dark and comfortable chair.

Sharon, who was looking at the sheet sheet music for a long time, swiped his head.

“Again, the most common is' suite Espanola No1. Op 47. I expected it to be famous and not so fast, but I didn't think most students would choose it. ”

Professor Sharon picks up the next sheet of music and passes it on for a long time, removing the sheet of music on one side.

“Is there no student who kept the original song alive? They're all crooked and the music's on. Did you try to interpret the song and arrange it? Pathetic.”

Professor Sharon looks through the following scores and quickly passes them over.

Some musical scores opened their eyes and spread their doubts, but as they went back, they turned more and more disappointed. As soon as they saw the first chapter, they frowned and put the musical scores aside.

‘Well, since two years ago, freshmen have dropped significantly. We need white paper. We don't need a hunted note full of graffiti. This isn't just low level, there are a lot of students who have learned it wrong. ”

Professor Sharon thought, leaving just one last sheet of music, he took a moment to prepare coffee from the espresso machine in one corner.

"Was it too much for students who had only played guitar in the first place? Just like Professor Corelliano said. ’

Sharon picked up the last sheet of music while sitting back with a coffee cup full of steam.

‘I've waited a long time for you to become an agonizing performer, but it's really hard to find. Well, this student chose the song I played, but what's this? Why are there four layers of false positives? ’

Sharon's unexpected eyes saw other false positives beneath the original manuscript.

"Tabs"? Electric guitar, bass guitar, drums? Are you going to rock music, this student? ”

Sharon tilted his head, turning over the sheet of music one by one, and his eyes grew wider and he woke up.

“What? Did you touch the original song? Such arrogance!"

Sharon wakes up and can't take his eyes off the sheet. For a long time, only the sound of handing over the paper echoes through the silent room. Sharon reads the sheet sheet music to the end and looks back to the front of the sheet. Sharon, whose eyes trembled and looked unacceptable, hurriedly picked up his classic guitar underneath the curtain.

Sharon started playing while looking at the sheet music and reading the classical guitar music at the top of the wasteland, and the room was suddenly filled with lyrical Spanish music. I drew various landscapes in the head of Professor Sharon, who was closing his eyes, focusing on playing for a long time.

An arched leg made of stone that runs through a small valley. Green streams pouring down and mountains behind the valley. Tiny green rooftops nestle beneath the mountains.

Professor Sharon smiled unknowingly. It is because the beauty of the province of Asturias, painted by Albeniz, is well felt. Then I suddenly stopped playing while playing a part.

With my eyes closed, Professor Sharon suddenly opened his eyes and picked up the sheet music.

“This · · · was this. The missing piece of Albania I've always wanted to find! ”

I did.

Professor Sharon Izvin was praised worldwide for playing this song at his tour concert, but he was not satisfied with himself. It was because it felt like something was missing, although it was successful in expressing the beauty of the Asturian region that Albeniz drew.

I couldn't go to Alvenez, who was already deceased, so I was constantly worrying about it, and there was a perfect other version of the song Asturias, which ended up playing unfinished at the end of the tour.

Sharon strokes the sheet with his trembling hands and starts playing again. Since the middle of the performance, tears came to Professor Sharon's eyes, and by the end of the performance, a lot of tears poured out so much that the makeup on his face would be erased.

After more than seven minutes of playing, Sharon couldn't take his hands off the guitar, and his eyes didn't open and tears filled his face. Sharon shrugs his face and cries for a long time.

Suddenly, I heard applause.

Sharon looked up with a face filled with tears, and there before the door was an elderly man in his late 70s clapping, short, blond hair with black horn-rimmed glasses. The old man was wearing a black neck polar knit with brown trousers, and he was applauding with a very happy expression.

“Congratulations, Professor Sharon. You've finally made your wish. ”

Sharon hurriedly turned his head to the old man's words and wiped his face with a tissue on his desk.

“Welcome, Professor John Corelliano."

Professor Corelliano walks into the room, sits on the couch next to the professor's desk, and smiles.

“It was a homework you asked for, but I couldn't solve it either. Looks like you resolved it. Forgive me for opening the door without knowing the sound of guitar coming through the hallway. ”

Sharon shakes his head and replies.

“No, professor. How did it go, by the way? That's the song. ”

Professor Corelliano grins and clutches his chin with his hands.

“I also realized what the piece we were looking for was. ”

Sharon nods.

“That's exactly what you thought. You miss her, don't you? ”

Professor Corelliano clears his thighs.

“Yes! That was it. I was also very curious, but I'm relieved that Professor Sharon let me go, haha.”

Professor Sharon shakes his head with a serious look.

“It's not me, Professor. ”

Professor Corelliano opens his eyes and asks.

“Yes? You mean you didn't release him? Who was it? Was there another guitarist who could interpret the songs of Albeniz to your level? ”

Professor Sharon picks up the sheet music without saying a word. Professor Corelliano takes the sheet sheet music and takes a big breath and begins reading the sheet music. In the classroom, only a rectangular sound was heard passing the sheet music for a long time.

After a while, he looked at the sheet music with a serious look, and his eyes grew bigger and bigger. Then he looked at the composer's name in the front page, then he looked at him with an even larger eye.

When Professor Sharon saw that he nodded, he pointed back at the name of the sheet music.

“You mean a student? What grade are you in? A genius like this was in our school? ”

Professor Corelliano gets up and says with a high score.

“Why hasn't a student ever noticed a song like this before? Mr. Kim? Are you an oriental student?”

Professor Sharon looks at Professor Corelliano and stops talking.

“I'm a freshman, Professor. He's also a student who hasn't taken his professor's lesson yet. ”

Professor Korilliano stumbles, holding the couch in his hand, and opens his eyes and shouts.

“Holy Crap! No way! Why is there a student in the guitar department who can do this? Of course he should have come to our composing department! Where is this student now? Where can I meet you? ”

Sharon smiles and raises his hand as if to calm down.

“Don't try to steal my students, professor. He's my student.”

Professor Corelliano sounds excited.

“Yi, I'd like to teach a student like this, too, Professor! If you don't change your major, why don't you let me choose my composing department as your minor? ”

Sharon shrugged.

“Was Julius' class that crowded? You know this is not a place you can choose from, professor."

Professor Corelliano looks dead and shakes his hand with a sheet of music.

“Oh · · · How can there be such a student · ·"

Sharon smiled at him and said,

“There are studio classes this Saturday. where I'm going to have time to play this student's song with the other students. Would you like to watch?”

Professor Corelliano raises his head and shouts, "When did the grass die?"

“Absolutely! Absolutely! Not only me, but also our students. Professor? ”

Professor Sharon smiles and nods, and Professor Corelliano quickly picks up the phone and calls the assistant.

“Hello, yes, I am. I need you to meet our students this Saturday. Guitar Studio class. Huh? I'll explain why that day. Have everyone meet at Studio B on the fifth floor by 2: 00 p.m. Yeah, I'm sorry all of a sudden. I'll see you then. ”

After hanging up the phone, Professor Corelliano once again looks at the sheet music and raises his head and asks.

“I look down here and I see an electric guitar, a bass and a drum. You want to rock music? ”

Professor Sharon shakes his head.

“Take a closer look. And of course, they're all rock and roll instruments, but they never hurt the original song. It's more of an emotional performance of the original song. ”

Professor Corelliano looks at the sheet music again, nodding and sweeping his chin. Then I asked him, showing the letters written at the bottom of the error page on the second page.

“So what's this writing? Lyrics? You put lyrics to a song? ”

Professor Sharon nods.

“I think so. It's just lyrics and there's no melody line, so I don't know what song it's going to be. It looks like a poem by the Spanish poet, Lorca. ”

Professor Corelliano said, looking at the sheet music again.

“And what role would you play in that student? A song? ”

Sharon smiled slightly.

“I'll leave the producer in charge. I'll do it with the other students, and the singing part is I don't know if I need a female soprano or a male vocalist yet, so I'll have to ask around and decide. ”

Professor Corelliano nods.

“I see. A producer would be in a position to interpret this song correctly. Great! I look forward to it. If you're satisfied with your Saturday's studio class, I'll buy dinner for you and this student! ”

Sharon smiled and said.

“You're not going to buy me another five-dollar taco from Chelsea Market, are you? ”

Professor Corelliano smiles at the face of Professor Sharon, scratching his back head and smiling together. There was a warm breeze, not in the other classroom.

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