Devil's Music

“What? A student? ”

A golden-haired man in gold trimmed glasses, wearing a suit slightly larger than his body, placed his hand on a window frame with a view outside of a cool New York window, and asked with a surprised look.

The day after the meeting with Professor Price, Professor Sharon and Professor Corelliano visited him. The room with many cool windows was the CEO's suite at the center of the Metropolitan Museum in New York.

Professor Sharon calmly said.

“Jules, you're not just a student. I'm a student of Isaac Alvenez who completed the score of Asperatus, which I couldn't even finish. ”

Daniel Weiss said, wearing gold framed glasses.

“Don't call me Jules, professor. Just call me Daniel. By the way, no matter how brilliant you are, you're still a student. Do you think you can trust the music of famous paintings with historical significance? ”

It sounds like Professor Korilliano is waiting for you.

“Yes, Daniel. Leave it to me. If that student doesn't find a way, we'll take it from here. ”

Daniel Weiss looked closely at Professor Korilliano.

“I wonder what kind of student he is. Now that you two have come together and said it, I'm sure there's something wrong with the students, but from the CEO's point of view, I'm concerned about the repulsion of our staff. ”

Daniel Weiss takes his hands off the window frame and stands in front of them and says,

“It's because of your reputation that our esteemed curators have been patient about leaving this outside. If it wasn't for you two, our curators would have tried to solve their own problems. For better or for worse, there would be no outside job. ”

Professor Sharon nods.

“Of course, a world-class museum curators of New York Metro Polytan should have that much pride and pride. I think that refusal is natural. ”

Daniel Weiss looks at Professor Sharon and puts his hands on his waist.

“And yet you recommend a student? Can't you see how our curators are going to react? ”

This time, Professor Corelliano stepped up.

“Daniel, a student recommended by Professor Leontin Price.

Daniel Weiss asked, slightly surprised by the name of Professor Leontin Price in Korilliano's mouth.

“Yes, from Professor Price? ”

Sharon tapped the table and said.

“Professor Price's recommendation, to be exact. ”

Daniel Weiss looks at Sharon and Corelliano alternating, then back to the window, crossing his arms and looking out. Daniel Weiss looks back at them for a moment.

“Got it. Sharon Izbin, John Corrilliano, Leontin Price. Now, if this is a student who would like to speak up, I'll talk to our curators and give them a chance. But I'm going to sell you three names. because otherwise it would be hard to convince. ”

Daniel Weiss, who looked at Sharon and Corelliano with a bright face, raised his index finger.

“But it's hard to give them a long time. We also recognize it as an urgent matter to solve. One week. You can't solve it, but you need directionality. Let's move on to the next task, assuming the direction is correct. ”

Daniel Weiss asked, looking at Professor Sharon.

“You said the student's name was Kim Gun? Are you a student of Sharon's? ”

Sharon nods and Daniel Weiss speaks.

“You said you were a freshman, so you must be young. Older male curators have strong personalities, so we'll also have young female curators on our side. ”

Professor Corelliano smiles and says:

“Young people often have scandals, but it's hard for students to concentrate. Haha”

Daniel Weiss smiled and said.

“Is that so? Then I need to attach the most beautiful curator to both of you who did this nasty thing to me as a small retaliation to break their focus. That way you two can take over again, haha."

Seven o'clock in two days.

Opening at 10 am, the New York Metro Museum of Polytan Art, there was a tall woman in a black women's suit waiting for her to roll her red hair back and forth under the staircase at the quiet entrance. Although I was dressed properly and tidy, it looked like I was in my mid-20s.

The woman held her hands together and yawned as if she were sleepy.

‘Ahem! I'm sleepy. What the hell is this doing at dawn? Even at Julius School, you still leave our work to the students, so Lucas had a red face yesterday and had the decency to leave. ”

The woman shakes coldly, holding her sheep's fists and twitching her arms.

‘It's time for your promise, why didn't you come? It's freezing. ”

I saw a man with a guitar running away in her eyes, rolling his feet and fighting the cold. She quickly looks at her body and straightens her clothes and sees the man approaching.

The approaching man said in a sorry expression.

“Hi, I'm so sorry. I was up late last night practicing, and I fell asleep. I woke up this morning, and I was so surprised to see you at 6: 30. I'm so sorry about earlier. ”

The case bows politely and apologizes, but the woman glances at the case with her eyes wide open. The gun scratched his back.

“Hey, you're Abigail Chechnya, right? I heard from Professor Sharon. I'm Kim Gun. ”

Abigail is unconscious. Humans who looked like this had no memory of seeing TV or movies. He definitely had an angel smile, but his deep, dark eyeline was sexy like a vampire. The red lips, especially on white skin, reached out and made me want to touch them without knowing it.

Without realizing this situation, Abigail felt frustrated and upset.

“Look, I'm really sorry. I'm late, aren't I? ”

Abigail looks at the gun from the toe to the tip of her head and thinks to herself, wriggling her hands.

“The white shoes are local, the black pants and the cotton blue shirt are Christian Dior, and the black coat is the ball net. Oh, my God. The watch that just came out of my coat sleeve is Patek Philippe, right? I feel like a real prince. Oh, my God! ”

When Abigail falls into her own world, the gun gently grabs her arm and says,

“Hey, Abigail? ”

Abigail waves her hand red, furious as the gun touches her body.

“Oh, no! I didn't think anything was wrong! Eh, eh? Eeh?”

When the gun looks at itself with its curious eyes, Abigail, who was tightly closed and shy, tried to speak calmly, touching her gently combed head, but was still unable to hide her trembling voice.

“I'm sorry. I'm Abigail Chaser. This is the curator of the museum. ”

Gun finally sees Abigail greeting and says sorry again.

“Yes, nice to meet you. I'm so sorry you had to wait out here in the cold. ”

Abigail gestures as if to say when she complained.

“Oh, no, I haven't waited long. H-hey, uh, do you want to come inside? ”

As Gun smiles and climbs the stairs first, Abigail notices Gun behind her, slapping her thigh and thinking.

"You fool! What if you think she's a four-dimensional woman? Hing... ’

When the gun arrives at the door and turns around, Abigail's eyes widen in horror and panic. The case spoke of Abigail.

“Mr Abigail. The door.

Abigail looks at the door hook and the case face alternately and says surprised.

“Oh! I'm sorry. I'll get it! ”

Abigail was able to open the door after four failed attempts to enter her password in front of the door lock. Gun looked cute like Abigail, but I thought it was an excuse to say cute in the beginning, so I smiled and looked at Abigail once and went inside the door.

Abigail was too ashamed.

I was proud to be a curator at one of the best museums, and I thought that I would show up as a curator in front of Julius' music genius, but I was still a student, because the moment I saw his face, my head turned blank.

"No way! Is that a person? Why aren't they playing music with actors or models? ’

Abigail disappears into the door, but she hesitates without easily following through.

I've never seen him before in my life. Ha, did I really meet the ideal type? ’

Waiting inside the door, I put my head out and met Abigail in the eye. Abigail stares into the gun's eyes with her eyes wide open and motionless as the gun's face suddenly approaches.

“Aren't you coming in, Abigail? ”

“Ah, ah! Sin, sin, sorry! We're going in now!”

Seeing Abigail disappearing through the door with a smile, Abigail checks that the gun isn't looking at her, then grabs her head and runs into the door.

The fact that I didn't see anything in the dark followed Abigail in and turned on the lights made me elastic.

“Wow, that's really cool. I've been here once before, but the museum looks even more spectacular without people like this. ”

As he stood in the middle of a large and colorful lobby at the Polytan Museum of Metro New York, he looked around and cried for resilience, Abigail thought with one hand over her mouth.

"Oh, my God, oh, my God! It's even cooler in a backdrop full of antique interiors! ’

Abigail is desperately distracted while the gun looks around. Fortunately, I had enough time to regain my senses as the case gave me a good look around for a long time. Abigail, who is barely conscious, speaks in a calm tone.

“Gun, oh, no, no. Gunny, if you go down this corridor and open the brown door in front of you, you'll see a 19th-century mansion. ”

After the gun nods and smiles, Abigail walks in the direction that Abigail pointed to. She folds into the hallway, looking at the sign that reads, "The Way to the 19th Century Luxury Museum," and there are various paintings hanging from the wall of the hallway of the colorful wallpaper with the brown door in front.

After looking at the first picture as the gun passed through the hallway, my eyes widened.

The gun quickly looks around and looks surprised, alternating between the four paintings hanging in the hallway. In front of one of the paintings, I reached out my hand so much that I couldn't reach it.

"Can you see the colors in the pictures? ’

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