Devil's Music

The gun opened a dark brown door in Studio B.

In the studio, there were close to a hundred students, and there were more students sitting on the floor or leaning against the wall than there were students sitting on chairs.

In the small stage in front of him were three students, a long-haired Italian male student who was tuning the electric guitar, and for black students, a small-looking male student was bouncing off the bass guitar that was not connected to the amp. On the left was a gold YAMAHA 12 cylinder drum, unusually a blonde female student looking at the sheet music and counting the beats with her head.

Three days ago, I heard the professor's message through my assistant.

When I heard the announcement that I would play in the studio class with the musical notes I submitted, I was amazed by the words of the following assistant. It was about watching production, not playing. Moreover, the past three days have passed by for being stunned by the admirable fact that Professor Sharon Izbin would play the main classical guitar himself.

As the gun moves to the front of the stage, John Korilliano, who was sitting in the front seat with the students, sees the case and jumps up and pushes out his hand. I was slightly surprised by the case and looked at my pushed hand, and Professor Corelliano smiled and said.

“Are you Kim's student? I'm John Korilliano, composer and professor. ”

The case shakes hands with Professor Corelliano in embarrassment.

“Oh, yeah. Hi, I'm Gun Kim, Professor. By the way, what brings you and the professors and students here?”

Professor Corelliano crosses his arms with a smile.

“I saw the sheet music that the student submitted. I showed it to my composers and to my students. At first, the students who complained that their studio class was in attendance on the weekends were surprised as soon as they showed the musical notes, and you said you'd be there, too. Haha”

When I looked around at the students with embarrassed expressions, the students who were cheering looked at each other and looked at each other with glaring eyes. Especially for girls, I could see the students staring away from the gun.

Professor Corelliano smiles and lays his hands on the back of the case.

“What a handsome man. I hear God is fair, but I guess he lied about everything, haha. ”

The gun smiles embarrassingly, and Professor Corelliano points to the front stage.

“Well, class is about to begin. Let's give the final instructions to the musicians on stage. You never practice, so you have to give basic instructions, right? ”

The gun nods, takes a slight funeral to the Electric guitarist up onstage. The long-haired student stood up at the meeting and bowed his head politely.

“Greetings. ‘Fabio Marcheti’ for the Electric Guitar. Just call me Fabio. ”

Favio smiles, holding out his hand as if it were a welcome gesture.

“I've played your tune. What a wonderful arrangement, mister. I was wondering if I could get some feedback on what to do with the volume. ”

Gun sat next to Fabio and watched the guitar.

“Fender Strato Castor, Fabio. This is a good guitar. Please turn the volume down to 2 or less for this guitar. There should be a sound that sounds like it is heard. And the Dist will be four. ”

Fabio puzzledly tilts his head.

“Yes? You want me to give you the disc? If I give you a Dist or Gain, it'll be a blur, okay? ”

The gun nods.

“Yes, the Dist Gauge 4 will give you the right amount of cloudiness. The emotion of the part where Fabio plays the electric guitar is" birdsong. "Think of birds roaming the mountains of Asturias. ”

Fabio looked a little suspicious, but he soon nodded, followed the instructions, put on his headphones and practiced on his own. Gun smiles at the black man looking at himself with a bass guitar as Fabio practices on his own.

“Hello? My name is Kim Gun. Take good care of him today. ”

A black male student stretched out his hand, revealing his white teeth.

“Nice to meet you, Samuel Chadler. You can call me Samuel. ”

Gun shakes hands with Samuel, then sits on the drum and raises his hand at the girl looking this way.

“Hey, I'll give you the instructions for the drum and bass. Could you come over here for a second? ”

A blonde girl came to the call with a drum stick in her hand.

“Hello? Your name is Gun Kim, right? Drum and the professor asked me to help them. A Tindra Haglend. I'm from Norway. Just call me Tin. ”

He laughed, took a funeral, and listened to the sheet music.

“Samuel specializes in Contra Bass, right? That's great, you can play it the same way as Contra Bass. On three, clean sound without distortion, please. Mr. Tin? You have a hickory stick. Did you bring any maple sticks? ”

Tin folds his arms and nods, and the gun speaks.

“Yes, please use that stick today. All you have to do is pay attention to the open high-hatch section. ”

As Samuel noticed, Tindra turned on the headphones and grabbed the maple drum stick out of his bag and used the headphones. As I watched the gun practice three times, the door next to the stage opens and Professor Sharon Izbin walks in.

When the students saw Professor Sharon on stage, they took off their headphones and got up. After making a gesture to sit down, Sharon stood in front of the case.

“Have a good day. Producer.”

The gun waves its hand with a puzzling look.

“Oh, no, Professor. How dare I produce you? ”

Sharon smiles and pulls out his guitar.

“The producer's authority on stage is absolute. I'm just one musician today, so please lead me well. ”

Sharon sits at the front of the stage, strokes his guitar, closes his eyes, and John Korilliano, who was sitting underneath the stage, stands up and looks back and shouts.

“Now, the studio class begins. Attention, students. ”

As Professor Corelliano sits back down and looks at the gun, the gun nods.

“Well, let's start playing. It's called Asturias. It's a version of Professor Sharon Izvin. ”

When the gun finished, Professor Sharon Izbin, who needs to start playing, looked at the case and stood up with his guitar neck in his hand and shouted.

“I'd like to introduce you again. The title is Asturias, a version of Kim Gun from Korea. ”

At that moment, when I looked at Professor Sharon with my eyes wide open, Sharon tapped his shoulder and closed his eyes again.

A moment later, the classic guitar of Professor Sharon, who was focused with his eyes closed, vomited a beautiful, fast tune. The gun folded its embarrassing mind for a moment, closed its eyes and focused on playing. As expected, there was no imperfection in Professor Sharon's performance. It took about two minutes for the electric guitar and the base guitar to join. At the same time, Professor Sharon and the case frowned.

The gun sends a signal to stop playing. Sharon closed his eyes and was playing, but like a ghost, he noticed the signal and stopped playing. Gun stepped onstage and told Fabio.

“Fabio, let's turn the volume of the guitar down to 1.5 and turn the disk to 3. ”

Fabio nods and adjusts the volume, and Gun tells Samuel.

“The base will increase the volume to 3.5. ”

Samuel nodded as he adjusted the volume, sending a signal to Professor Sharon to start playing again. Professor Sharon closed his eyes again and began to concentrate.

Professor John Corelliano, who was downstairs, thought, keeping his hands on his chin.

‘Correct instructions. He was a talented producer. We have to do whatever it takes to make them listen to songs and classes! ’

On the stage again, the lyrical music of Professor Sharon poured out. The students who were listening downstairs closed their eyes and entrusted their bodies and emotions to the music. A few moments later, the sound of birds coming from a very long distance is heard riding on an electric guitar. The music was becoming more and more natural as the sound of a bass guitar, like the sound of a frog crying in the valley, came about.

Each student was moving slightly on a beat, and they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw themselves unable to move or open their eyes.

Immediately, the drum of a small sound, like a stream flowing from a small waterfall, joined and reached its peak. Many students opened their eyes in astonishment and did not take their eyes off the musicians, but Professor Corelliano was still keeping his eyes on the case.

‘It wasn't rock music. This is the perfect combination! The orchestra can't bring out this feeling! You chose the best instrument! ’

Professor Sharon smiled the whole time he closed his eyes and played. The smile that he did not know was getting bigger and full of joy on his face, and soon the long play ended.

After a moment of silence, the musicians stood up and greeted each other, and then the students who were sober cheered.

“Wow!!!!!!!! ”

“Whee!"

“Awesome! Awesome! ”

“Excellent! Excellent arrangement! ”

I scratched my cheek to see if I was ashamed to look at the compliments of the students. An unrelenting round of applause bursts onto the stage as I raise my hands.

After the case, Sharon raised his hands and stopped applauding the students.

“Guys, we're not done yet. ”

The students who were impressed by what Sharon said were embarrassed and cried out.

“Yes? What do you mean it's not finished? ”

“No way! What else do you want to put in here? It was already perfect! ”

“That's right! You'll ruin the song if you put more in! ”

Professor Sharon looks back at the noisy studio and raises his hand again.

“I'm sure you've all received the sheet music in advance. This piece of music has lyrics written on it, and you've all seen them, right? ”

The students nodded and looked at each other as if they had just remembered. Sharon said with a smile on his face.

“Student Kim Gun. Is it a woman or a man who sings this song? ”

Gun looked at Professor Sharon for a moment, then looked around the students downstairs and said, making eye contact with Professor Corelliano who was looking more confident.

“This is a man's song. It's a song to express the heart of Albania, who missed Spain's beautiful natural environment. ”

The gun moves forward to the stand microphone, standing alone on the stage, and the horse moves.

“That's me. ”

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