Devil's Music

First, Carlos arrives at the studio, looking at Sharon and saying,

“The student. Do you sing? Do you have any skills I can spare? Honestly, if it wasn't for Sharon, I wouldn't have seen a student audition. ”

Sharon puffs his cheeks as he looks at Carlos.

“Are you trying to waste my time? You must have forgotten who I am, Mr. Santana. I'm Sharon Izbin. ”

Carlos raises his hands high.

“No, no. Of course I trust Sharon. But you're a student, aren't you? Even if we're a band of guest vocalists, it's an adventure to wear a famous vocal. Besides, if it's an incomplete student, why not doubt it? ”

Sharon smiles and gestures.

“Don't worry, just set your guitar. Drum and bass called their department students apart. Kim Gun is a student who has played with his students once before, so he will do well. ”

Carlos tilts his head.

“Huh? Set what up? I'm just auditioning. I'll leave the MRI on."

Sharon grins with his teeth bared.

“Okay, I don't care if it starts that way, but you might want to set up your guitar. This is for Mr. Santana. ”

Carlos glances at Sharon, shrugging his shoulders, and picks up his guitar and starts connecting with Emp.

The guitar from his bag was the iconic PRS Santana Signature; a custom model on a 25-inch scale fits very well with the color of the golden jewels, as if the passion of the Latin Rock still existed.

Soon after, Tindra and Samuel, summoned by Sharon, arrived, looking at Carlos Santana and frozen in place. While the two of them were shouting and receiving Carlos' signature, the case was running through the library to print some of Santana's signature songs as a musical score.

I thought about the score while running.

"Rob Thomas' part in the vocal will be hard for me to give. If it's his 48th best album, it won't work if you sing the most famous songs, ‘Smooth’ and ‘Maria, Maria’. ‘You are my kind’ of other songs that I like to be able to record. Seal's the only one who participated in the vocal, so it's hard to be part of the recording, living in Paris now. ’

Tindra and Samuel are already seated and inspecting the instrument as the gun enters the studio at a rapid pace. Samuel makes a slight funeral with a bright face when his eyes meet the gun, and waves his hand with a drum stick called Tindra in his hand. Gun greets the two of you in the eye, then looks at Carlos Santana.

He was sitting in a chair setting his guitar. I couldn't hear what song I was playing by turning off the amp, but I had to feel a great burden on the force.

Sharon looks at the case and points to the prepared microphone stand.

“There you are. You can sing on that stand over there. ”

I gave Tindra and Samuel a printed sheet of music before Gun went to the stand. They nodded and read the music again, perhaps because they already knew it. Carlos Santana smiles as he stands in front of a microphone stand with a stack of scores left.

“Okay, what song do you want to sing? It's just an audition, so don't be nervous, it's usually an MR, and Sharon's called in the students to play, which makes the audition a little uncomfortable. Haha”

Gunn is busy handing over the sheet music to see if Carlos Santana can't hear him. It was so sudden that I couldn't prepare.

‘The musical notes are all light purple. That's what Chagall called the color of passionate love. It must be the feelings of a man who craves love so badly. What should I call you? How do we save the emotional lines? ’

Sharon taps his back as he falls into his own world.

“Me, Kim? ”

You stare at Sharon and Carlos Santana alternately, furious. Carlos Santana bursts out laughing at the scene.

“Hahahaha, this student. You must be nervous. I'll give you some time to relax. And your name is Kim? What? It's a little hard to pronounce. Can I give you a nickname? ”

With a straight face, Carlos Santana nods and smiles.

“Since Kim's initials are K, how about Kay? There's actually a name for it. ”

Sharon smiles as if he likes it.

“Oh, that's great. Kay, how's the student? ”

He scratches his thigh to tell if the gun is a little tense.

“Yes, yes? Oh, I think so. ”

Carlos Santana grins, sitting in his chair.

“Good. Let's confirm it with Kay. So Sharon and the other students are calling you Kay now? Okay, then, Kay. What are you going to do? ”

Gun turns to Samuel and Tindra, looking up at his fingers.

“Yes, I want to do a song called You are my Kind. ”

Carlos Santa seemed a little surprised.

“Oh, Smooth, not me, Maria, Maria? I'm guessing. I couldn't let you sing that song, though. Thomas said he was in the album. All right, let's go. Oh, I'm going to have to put on an MR. There's no Timballena Conga here. ”

As Carlos Santana gets up from the chair and connects his smartphone to the amp and manipulates it, he immediately hears a drum hihat announcing the beginning. Carlos Santana sits back down and grabs his guitar and looks at Sharon. Sharon announced the beginning of the classic guitar, and soon MR heard the Latin rock signature Timballet and Conga sound.

Immediately, Carlos Santana's closed eyes played another solo, and at the same time the bass and drum merged. The gun draws an imaginary woman who must be watched from a distance the whole time. Carlos Santana opens his ears and closes his eyes as he approaches the Vocal Confluence.

Finally, it's time for the vocals to enter, and the vocals are blown through the microphone.

Stay with it baby And that's all I ask of you

Stay with me, that's all I'm asking.

♪ And I know that someday ♪

You won't remember

♪ The way that this moment feels to you ♪

I know this moment won't be remembered by you.

Carlos Santana's eyes widen as he looks at the case. He looks back at Sharon more as he sings the case. Sharon smiled at Carlos Santa while playing the classic guitar.

Carlos Santana blinks in surprise, turning his head again and looking at the case, it was already time to enter the foyer.

Because you are my kind You're all that I want

(Because you're like me, you're everything I want)

Here in this life Until we are gone

This life is here until we die.

Our breath and our skin Our hearts and our minds

(Our Breath, Our Skin, Our Heart, Our Spirit)

♪ They're one and the same you are my kind ♪

You're the only one, but you're the same, and you're the same.

When I finished verse 1 with my eyes closed, I opened my eyes after shaking my head in awe at Carlos Santa's guitar solo, which resounded behind me.

What caught my eye was Carlos Santana getting up and playing the guitar enthusiastically.

He was playing passionately, shaking his guitar up and down with his eyes closed. Turning her eyes to Sharon, she looks at Carlos Santana with a grin as if she knew it would happen. The case was a little confident, and I called out a little more emotion in the remaining 2 verses.

Carlos Santana did not sit down until the song was over. I stood up consistently and played the guitar, and eventually I finished playing even the original song, and wiped the sweat off my forehead. Carlos Santana, who wiped his sweat but didn't open his eyes, noticed everyone's gaze.

I also waited for his mouth to open with a nervous mind.

After a long pause, Carlos Santana opens his eyes, deeply immersed in music. He looks at the case and then he looks at Sharon. Carlos Santana smiles as he sees her still smiling.

He raises his thumb toward the case of looking at himself nervous.

“La mejor, incre? ble! (Excellent, amazing!)

Tindra and Samuel cheer as they look at him nervous together. The gun loosened and your hands loosened.

Sharon smiles at Carlos Santana...

“You said you wouldn't let me down, right? ”

Carlos Santana shrugs.

“Honestly, I wasn't expecting this, but I was really surprised. ”

Sharon says without clearing his smile.

“So we're recording together? ”

Carlos Santana puts his PRS guitar next to the chair and twists his legs.

“Well.. What to do · ·”

The gun gazes back at him with tense eyes. Carlos Santa looked at Sharon with a long, troubled look on his chin.

“Sharon. About Kay. Can you pull me out of class for a few days? At the professor's discretion, that would be possible, right? ”

Sharon asked, wondering what he was talking about.

“It's possible, but wasn't it recorded in New York? ”

Carlos Santana nods.

“Yes, it is. The recording will be done here. ”

Sharon tilts his head and asks.

“Then why do I have to drop the class? ”

Carlos Santana folds his arms.

“I think you should come with me to Chicago. ”

Sharon asked with surprised eyes.

“Chicago? Why there? ”

Carlos Santana smiles, looking at the case. ”

“Lollapalooza Festival. We're going to Chicago to get there, right? ”

Carlos Santana pushes his hand at the gun, watching the static and startled blink for a moment.

“May I? No, please. Come onstage with us, Kay. ”

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