Devil's Music

When Gun stood in front of the microphone stand, many students who were downstairs were surprised.

As the gun stands on the stage and looks down, you see Professor Corelliano in the front seat, his arms crossed, shaking his head and thinking. Professor Corelliano looks up and thinks he's worried.

‘This is not a producer's area. It's lust. It's lust. You're still young.’

As the gun was looking down at the stage, Sharon, who was sitting in the chair with the guitar, approached and swept down the case and said in a caring voice.

“Student Kim Gun. I'll get a male vocalist from Vocal or Opera if I have to, don't overdo it. ”

Gun smiles brightly, looking back at that professor.

“No problem, professor. Let me do it. ”

After looking at the matter, Sharon sighed and sat down. As soon as he sat down like a professional guitarist, he closed his eyes and focused for a moment. After briefly grooming himself, Sharon took a deep breath and began to play again with his eyes closed.

Students who were holding their arms together or speaking to each other began to concentrate on music quietly as Professor Sharon started playing.

As the best performer, Sharon just picked a more focused tune than the previous one, but the students in the audience were already distracted by the singing. Everyone closed their eyes and focused on standing in front of the stand microphone rather than playing.

The classical guitar's rapid tuning slows down slightly and flashes its eyes at the entry of the electric guitar and the bass guitar. From the mouth of the audience with intense eyes, an unimaginable high-pitched voice came out.

Some souls...

They have blue stars.

On the edge of time.

The mornings I put in

I'm wearing headphones, and the other students who can't hear the song come in, beating to the beat without shaking.

Professor Corelliano is up and about.

Some of the students who were sitting in the chair below the stage also got up.

Many of the students who did not wake up from their seats opened their mouths wide and their eyes were startled.

The voice of the gun was a supersonic sound close to the female soprano, which was either like the voice of an angel or like the voice of a demon. Professor Corelliano said with a trembling look on his face.

“Car · · · Castrato? ”

Castrato refers to the singers who castrate and maintain the high-pitched voices of the boy's era before the beginning of the boy's transformation. Prior to the 18th century, women's religious musical and opera performances were crumbling, so male singers were needed to play the female roles, which led to the emergence of Castrato.

Professor Corryliano looked at his right hand, shaking unconsciously at the supersonic notes of the movie "Farinelli," which he had seen before. The trembling hand was covered in sweat, and as soon as I held my fist, sweat flowed down between my fingers.

Koryliano shakes her head louder for a moment, then looks back at the gun and shouts.

“It's not Castrato! ”

In Korilliano's frightening eyes, a higher pitch is painted on the neck of the bloodline, climax. Because the song did not take action beyond the emotional need, the reverberated notes continued endlessly.

My soul.

It's ripe, it's thin.

Wonders remain dark.

Hallucinated

Young Stones

My thoughts

It falls on the water.

All stones say:

God is far away.

The song is over, but the playing continues. Professor Sharon's eyes, closed, trembled and his guitar hand trembled, but she didn't want to stop. It might be a once-in-a-lifetime play for her. This time I've been looking forward to forever, but the song is finally over.

After the song, even the musicians who were playing and singing all opened their eyes, but none of the students downstairs opened their mouths. After a long pause, Professor Corelliano cries out.

“Incre? ble! Grito del paymon! (Oh my god! Pymon screams!!)

The students woke up in horror as Korilliano cried out. The students looked at each other with their eyes wide open and their mouths open, alternately looking at each other. Perhaps it was the eyes that questioned whether you saw what I saw.

After placing his guitar on the guitar stand next to the chair, Sharon slowly stood up and looked at the frozen students below the stage and started clapping.

“Pair, mate, mate."

The students below the stage had to see Professor Sharon, who had begun applauding, to start clapping together.

“Bravo!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

“Excellent!!!!!!!!!!! ”

“I can't believe I'm seeing this show! Oh, my God! ”

“That was a great voice!! ”

Without ceasing to applaud, Professor Sharon approaches the side of the case and smiles, his hands out toward the face of the case. More applause poured out from underneath the stage for Professor Sharon's applause. When Gun smiled at the happiness of the music, and applauded Fabio, Samuel and Tindra in turn, the students also cheered and applauded the musicians.

After a long time of applause and cheering, the stage became quieter and quieter by Professor Sharon who raised his hand with a smile. Sharon looked around the students without smiling as the commotion subsided moderately.

“Everyone had a good Saturday, and you all worked hard to get together like this. Today's studio class ends here. Give them another round of applause! ”

Once again, the students gave generous applause to the musicians, and as the musicians held hands and greeted me politely, everyone started to smile and leave the studio one by one.

I looked at those students with a happy smile, but I could still see Professor Corelliano looking at the case with shaky eyes. I asked Professor Corelliano with questionable eyes.

“Professor? Are you okay? I don't like the look on your face. ”

Professor Corelliano trembles once as he hears the voice. Professor Corryliano's hands tremble as he approaches the staging stage and reaches out his right hand to the gun onstage. When the gun is meant to shake his hand, and he smiles and holds hands, Professor Corelliano squeezes his hand.

“Pa, Pymon... it was Pymon's scream. I definitely heard it. ”

I asked Professor Corelliano, who stutters with trembling eyes.

“Yes? The screams of Pymon? ”

Professor Korilliano stepped out as soon as he didn't let go of the shotgun, making sure his trembling hand wasn't stretched.

“Professor John Korilliano, are you all right? You look bored. Why don't you go to the professor's office for a cup of coffee? ”

Sharon looked at Professor Korilliano, trembling and unable to keep his eyes off the case, smiling embarrassingly and told the cases and players.

“I'll postpone my dinner with you today, I'm sorry. As you can see, he's not in a good mood to buy food. Don't worry, you seem to have suffered a musical shock, so you'll feel better after a little rest. ”

As Professor Sharon left the studio, raising Professor Corelliano, Gun and the musicians shrugged their shoulders at each other, but soon they shared high fives with each other for the joy of playing well.

Professor Sharon grabs Professor Korilliano's wrist and lets him sit comfortably in the professor's room and on the couch, but still mutters in a dazzling voice.

“Pymon... it was Pymon's scream. The legend was right.”

Sharon lowered two coffees of warm beans, placed them in front of him, and sat across from him and asked.

“You've been doing that since before, Pymon. What the hell is wrong with you, Professor? ”

Professor Corelliano stared at the coffee in front of him.

“Legend, legend, Professor Sharon. ”

Sharon opens his eyes, surprised to have a cup of coffee.

“Yes? A legend? ”

Korilliano leans back deeply onto the couch, covering his face with his hands.

“Your teacher. It was also a legend that the teacher told me. The one with the Devil Pymon's scream. Who vomits the breath of all the music in the world. ”

Sharon said, putting down the coffee.

“I have no idea what you're talking about, Professor Corrilliano. ”

Professor Corelliano leaned up slightly and put his hands on his forehead, elbows to his thighs.

“I need to see Professor Leontin Price of Phew · · · Opera Department. Right now.”

Professor Sharon tilted his head and asked.

“That doesn't make any sense, professor. Why is Professor Price's story here all of a sudden? ”

Professor Corelliano looks at Sharon and says with a serious look.

“Professor Sharon. Do you remember what Professor Price said to me last Christmas when he was drunk? ”

Sharon thinks for a moment and shakes his head.

“I can't remember because it's so long ago. What did you say?”

Professor Corelliano sighed.

“At that time, Professor Price said, 'The wish of every vocalist in the world is to hear Pymon's scream before he dies. You said," I'm sorry. ”

Sharon nods as if to think of him.

“Oh, I see. That reminds me. I asked him what Pymon was, but he just laughed. ”

Professor Korilliano glances at Professor Sharon.

“I thought it was a fiction. I just thought it was a mythical tale among musicians. And I thought, even if I did, how would I recognize Pymon's screams if I never heard them before? I've asked Professor Price similar questions before. ”

Sharon asked with a curious face.

“What did Professor Price say? ”

Professor Corelliano replied with a wet face.

“As soon as I hear. You said you knew what I was listening to, that you could sense it. And I heard it today. No, I did. Pymon's scream.”

Professor Corelliano covers his face with both hands.

“I saw a beautiful boy with an angel smile. ”

“I've heard the voice of an asteroid with the beauty of the devil. ”

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