Devil's Music

when the unconscious crowds were staring at the sky, or looking at the multivision. The cameramen who were on top of the steel structure of the three audiences were excited, and quickly turned the LED screen on their cameras to replay the recorded part.

After one cameraman shakes his head and looks at the structure with the other, the cameraman raises his hand high above his head and draws an X. It's because Aurora wasn't captured on any cameras.

The cameramen looked at each other with their sad faces.

You can't believe there are 100,000 people in the back of three men walking up the hill behind Chicago Grand Park. A man with a lion's manly head asked the man with black hair.

“Your cauldron, sir. Have you shown humanity the one you loved? ”

Gamagin nods with a smile.

“Yes, Purson. That's what he was trying to say. ”

He looked behind him and said.

“Then who was the woman you saw in that child? ”

Pymon, who looks like a blonde-haired boy, smiles with a small smile.

“Puhahahaha!! ”

When Pymon suddenly bursts into laughter, he looks at Python, smiling as well.

“My wife. ”

The blue hand tilts its head in a strange manner.

“Yes? You mean Lilith? ”

He turns around and laughs as he sees you onstage.

“The child hasn't made love yet. If I let it go, it would remind me of my mother, my sister. If so, the humans listening to music would have come up with the same target. ”

Pymon rubs his face red to see if he can't smile.

“Hehehe, he doesn't even know what he's dreaming about. How dare you think of the Grand Marquis of Hell as your lover. Khahahaha."

Gamagin smirks with Pymon and taps him on the back.

“Come on, let's go. You've been here too long. Purson, you take good care of him tonight. ”

With a nod from his head, the three men slowly disappear as he crosses the hill. By the time you can barely see the three of you, your fingers bounce off as your hands go up.

“Exactly!”

Suddenly, the crowd that was stunned began to wake from the very back of the stage when the kiln disappeared. At the same time, the visions of the audience were shattered, and Aurora disappeared. The sober people stared at each other, looking back at the stage, and began to cheer.

“Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

“Whoa!!!!! ”

“The best!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

“Bravo!!!!!!! ”

The cheer that started from the back was conveyed to the front of the stage. In an instant, the Chicago Grand Park was filled with tremendous cheer, and the waves of waves shined in the eyes of the people who were on the stage, thanks to the people who raised their hands and jumped the lid.

Carlos closes his eyes, his head tilting back as he plays the guitar. After briefly trembling and enjoying his mood, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the gun first, he noticed the side of the case, looking down at the audience as he sat on his knees on the amp.

Carlos stands back down to play the guitar and looks through the gun.

‘Muse · · · Muse came to me too. ’

Carlos looks around, touching the shivering edge of his eyes, and notices Rob, who was at the front of the stage, turning his head and fixating his gaze at Gun. Carlos reaches out to Rob, grinning and tapping his back. Robb points at Carlos with trembling eyes.

“Bar, what was that? ”

Carlos turns around and leaves the stage.

“Muse. We saw a muse today. ”

Santana, who was the main stage of the day, left backstage and the preparators jumped to the next stage, but the cheer that resounded in the Chicago Grand Park continued forever.

That night.

Rob and Carlos went back to the hotel and got drunk until the liquor turned to shit. What was so good was the two of them pouring their drinks with an entire bottle of alcohol with an elongated smile. I don't drink, but I just smile at the two of them that won't let me go back to my room. It was at dawn that they fell asleep one by one, celebrating their drinks until dawn. I fell asleep among the bottles lying on the floor.

* *

11: 00 a.m.

The gun rises, rubbing its dirty eyes. When I stared at the clock on the wall, I straightened out my clumsy head and got up from my seat and picked up my guitar. I asked Rob if he was ready to go out half-awake with the rustling sound.

“Huh? What? Where are you going? ”

With the gun lying on the ground, you open half your eyes and give Rob a small smile.

“I have somewhere I need to be. ”

As Rob asked me to sleep, I soon fell asleep again, and I walked out of the hotel room with a careful lift. Yesterday's live in Chicago has been busy, as if it had been forgotten. The incident took about 10 minutes to arrive at Millennium Station. There was still a hot dog truck run by the couple, and, of course, an empty bench caught my eye.

The gun walks to the bench, drops the guitar, and turns around. Then the old lady folding up the wrapping paper of the hot dog in the back of the truck, looking at the case, she came back with a glare.

“No, hey. There you are again, disappearing while you were trying to warm up that hot dog yesterday. I'll bake you another one. Go ahead, honey! One hot dog!”

Gun smiled at her and asked.

“Didn't anyone over there show up yesterday? ”

Grandma wiped her hands with a towel and said.

“Yes, her? It's time to come in. He comes by around 11: 30 every day, so why do you ask? ”

When my grandmother curiously asked, Gun sat on the bench, smiling and took out the guitar.

“I owe you one. ”

She looked down at the guitar and asked.

“Payable? ”

Gun opens its teeth, smiling, and sees a woman coming from afar, looking at her silently. She walks powerlessly, standing on the same spot as yesterday, looking down at the ground with sad eyes. The gun sits upside down on the bench, puts the guitar on the bridge, and starts playing.

The grandmother, who was standing next to him, looked at the gun with surprised eyes to play a sad and beautiful tune. The passing passers-by turn to the sudden sound of guitars. The gun opens its mouth with its eyes fixed on the woman.

"I have often told you stories

♪ about the way I lived the life ♪

of a drifter waiting for the day "

(The Wanderer Waiting for a Day

About my life.

I've talked to you a lot.)

My grandmother heard a very beautiful and sad voice and covered her mouth. It was because I thought yelling would interfere with the song. Gun watched the woman staring at the ground as if she couldn't hear her song.

"When I'd take your hand

♪ and sing you songs ♪

Then maybe you would say

'Come lay with me, love me'

And I would surely stay "

I'll hold your hand.

If you sing me a song,

You might say,

"Lie down with me and love me."

Then I'd be happy to stay with you.

As the song goes on, the passers-by stop. The woman who stared at the gunmen's eyes also came in. They were people who didn't know the English language, but they stopped talking to each other and looked at them quietly because of the appearance of an unusual woman and the appearance of singing.

"Many times I've been a traveller

♪ I looked for something new ♪

♪ In days of old when nights were cold ♪

I wandered without you "

(I travel a lot.

I've been looking for something new.

When the cold nights come when you're older

I was lost without you.

"Those days I thought my eyes

♪ had seen you standing near ♪

Though blindness is confusing

It shows that you're not here "

(And that's when I knew you were right next to me

I thought I saw it with my own eyes.

I was confused as if I was blind.

You're not here.

The hymnal song pierces the ears of everyone around you. I resonated with a loud resonance in everyone's ears as if it were a song I was listening with my earphones on.

"Now I feel I'm growing older

♪ And the songs that I have sung ♪

echo in the distance like the sound

♪ of a windmill going round ♪

♪ I guess I'll always be ♪

a soldier of fortune "

I think I'm getting old.

My favorite song was,

Like a windmill spinning.

They're echoing from afar.

I don't know.

He must be a soldier.)

A drop of tears fell from the woman's feet.

One drop, two drops of tears began to fall.

“Ugh... ugh, ugh."

The woman shrugged her shoulders as she wept more and more, and eventually she sat on the floor and began to deteriorate.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!”

Gun looks at her as she plays the guitar.

‘Yes, I'd rather cry. Cry louder. ’

The millennial station resounded with the woman's sobbing and loving guitar tones. A man with a confused look on his face at the sound of a song he just heard coming up from the subway station, a middle-aged man who was busy going somewhere, and a grandfather who baked sausages in a truck.

Everyone was looking at the woman, not the gun.

Then the grandmother who sold the hot dog moved towards the woman. The grandmother slowly walked up to her, placing one hand on her shoulder, crouching in front of her and sweeping her head. When she looked up at her grandmother, she held her hands tightly. We didn't say anything to each other, but it sounded like something we wanted to say came up.

‘Cheer up. ’

The people around me who were looking at the grandmother and the woman moved. Suddenly, there were over ten people standing around her, grabbing or hugging her shoulders one by one. Everyone didn't offer any consolation, and no one was aware of her situation, but in front of the Millennium Station that day was a crowd of relieving eyes.

The gun stops playing the guitar, but people don't stop coming. The gun gets up from the bench, puts the guitar in the bag, and heads down politely toward the woman.

‘I don't have enough songs to touch you yet. I may have nurtured your grief more, but one day I will make music that will comfort you. Thank you very much. "

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