Devil's Music

The ice cube turns toward the dre, pointing fingers at the cake in the recording room, opening its eyes wide and joyfully mouthing. Dre, looking at him, relaxes his arms, smiles and looks out the door.

“Let's go inside.”

When the ice cube felt someone outside the door and looked out the door, a white man covered his head with a gray hooded zip up hat came in. The ice cube clenches its fist and smiles.

"Yo, home dude? (Oh, man. How are you?)"

The white man, who received the unique greeting laws used by black people, faced his fist as if he was unfamiliar at all.

“Hey, Ice! Long time no see. You've got a killer vocalist, huh? It creeped me out when I heard it. ”

The ice cube holds his fist with its bright face.

“You said you had a party, but you didn't go there. Why did you come here? ”

“Uh, to take you. Let's have a drink in a long time. ”

“Oh? Okay. Let's just finish what we started and go. ”

A white man looks up and says, singing in the recording room with his hood on.

“Is that Kay, Dre? ”

Dre nods, his hand in his pocket.

“Yes, they call him the Boy Genius. I actually met him, and he was a crazy genius. ”

A white man raises his eyebrows and looks back at Dre.

“Enough to tell me you're a genius? ”

“Yes, only a few people surprised me. ”

A white man pointed at himself with a playful smile.

“Like me?"

Dre smiles, revealing his white teeth.

“Yes, like you. It was similar when I first saw Snoop. ”

“Oh, well. Snoop admits it.”

“But the impact is she's stronger. He's not a hip-hop kid. ”

“Isn't she a rock girl? I heard you hang out with Marilyn Manson, Santana, and the Pantera. ”

“I think she likes rock, but she's still a student, so she's experiencing things. ”

I turned my head to the crowd watching me from the outside because I felt the gun coming out the window.

‘Er, Er · Eminem? ’

After Gunn took off his headphones, Eminem, who was talking to Dre outside his window, met his eyes. As Eminem looks at the case, he waves one hand, the gun hurrying out of the recording room. Eminem glances at his hand, grabbing it and clenching his fist. Then he slaps his hand.

“I'm white on the outside, Kay. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh, yeah. It's more my pleasure. I'm a fan, really! ”

Eminem said with a bloody smile.

“Thank you for saying that. But you're hotter than I am these days. ”

Dre smiles and helps Eminem.

“That's right, we're outcasts compared to Kay. ”

Kay smiles awkwardly as they curl their faces together. I suddenly remembered the ice cube looking up at the three seated people.

“But, uncle. What does Kay have to do with vocalising and cursing? ”

Dre sighs with his hands on his waist.

“Think about it. It's Kay who understands you. Not all of Korea. If I feature it in your album, Kay will curse the Koreans. ”

The ice cube became somewhat depressing as if it had just made sense. Seeing that, he approaches the ice cube, knelt on one knee and kissed his eyes.

“You want me to do it? I'm fine.”

The ice cube opened its eyes wide and asked again.

“What? It doesn't matter if you insult Korean fans? Isn't Korea a small country that recognizes artistic freedom? There are a lot of people who get buried when they say anything. ”

Gun glances at Dre so that only the Ice Cube can be seen.

“You shouldn't be afraid of the shadows. It's because there's a shadow, and the light is shining somewhere nearby. ”

The ice cube looks serious, looking at the gun and seeing a clean dress. The ice cube sees Dre's eyes slightly shaking, giving him a fist.

“That's a saying. Can I write my own lyrics? ”

The gun slammed into my fist with a smile. Eminem, who saw two people laughing, looked at the watch and said,

“Come on, we're going to be late for the party. Kay, you come with me. ”

“Yes? What party? I can't drink. ”

Eminem tucks his hands into the hood's pocket and walks down toward the door.

“Oh, I don't care. Go say hello to Snoop. You know Snoop Dog? It's her party. ”

As soon as I heard the word Snoop Poison in Eminem's mouth, my face lit up.

“Wow! That's great. I'm going to say hello! Haha, I can't believe I'm going to a rapper party like that. Haha”

The group comes out of the workshop, chattering and climbs into Dre's car to the club where Snoop is partying. After receiving the song from the gun, the ice cube was gentle, and Eminem had a slightly chic look on his face, but it didn't interfere with the fact that he was generally kind. The gun whispered to the ice cube as it passed through the town of Compton out of the window.

“Well, maybe the rappers' parties aren't just like the ones you see on TV, right? ”

The ice cube, which was listening to Gun's words, silently said after watching Dre sitting in the front seat, trying to burst his smile.

“No one does drugs in front of his uncle. Unless you want to get yourself killed. It's hard to live with my uncle's eyes out in this neighbourhood, so everyone wants to do it, but it's tolerable. ”

The gun nods, and the car stops immediately. As Eminem, who was sitting in the front seat, stepped down, the ice cube opened the car door and said.

“Let's go.”

The neon sign flashed in the eyes of the car and saw a club inscribed "Club Compton." Usually, there are a lot of people lined up in front of clubs in the United States, but there are only four very large black security agents guarding them, and no one was seen as a guest.

Dre and Eminem look into the case first and tell the security guard.

“He's one of us. ”

A security guard in sunglasses nods lightly and gives the signal to enter with a nod. The four of them head down the stairs from the club entrance to the basement. As I walked down the stairs, the sound of music that I heard turned into enormous sound as soon as the dre in front opened the door.

The case has darkened the inside of the club. A DJ was standing in a turntable box dancing with headphones on, and the whole club was sitting in the middle of a bustling club with black and white women dancing sexy. There were four large couches in the middle of the club, and a few people were sitting there drinking. The music that was being played out loud, like the speakers were torn apart, Dr. It was Dre's music, Snoop Dogg, Kurupt and Nate Dogg's "The Next Episode."

Dre and Eminem go to the couch and sit down.

“Hey, Snoop. Here we are.”

Snoop poison in dreadlocks and sunglasses smiles with one hand raised.

“Hey, what's up? ”

Dre looks up at the ice cube behind him, relaxed on the couch.

“Well, there's someone I'd like you to meet. This is Kay. She's doing something with me. He's a musician. ”

Gunn goes to the couch where Snoop Dog sits in Dre's introduction.

“Hi, I'm Kay. I'm a huge fan. I've been wanting to meet you. ”

Snoop Dog lowers his sunglasses slightly and looks at the case.

“Oh, yeah, good to see you, buddy. He's Asian. ”

Eminem put both feet on the couch, wrapped his knees around it, and said,

“I'm not a hip-hop kid, and that's racist, Snoop. ”

Snoop Dog looks back at Eminem, shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean it like that. I thought you were a hip-hop guy. ”

The gun shakes its head and says:

“No, Snoop. It's okay."

Snoop poison lowers his sunglasses, shouting louder toward the back of the sofa.

Cut The Music, Cut The Music! Hey, turn off the music!)

As the DJ lowered the music volume to a minimum, Snoop Dog looked back at the case.

“Musicians say hello to music. Do something. How's it going, huh? ”

The gun turns to Dre and Eminem, reluctant to Snoop Dog's suggestion. They were smiling single-handedly, not wanting to help. I told him I was thinking about the case for a while.

“I didn't bring a guitar today, is there a guitar at the club? ”

Snoop nods, expressing excitement, and points to one side.

“The stage is always ready. It's over there. ”

Snoop points to a Panda Telecasker guitar located next to the DJ turntable. Gun approached the stage, checked his guitar and stood in front of a microphone stand prepared by DJ.

“Oh, I don't know what to do with that all of a sudden. If you play rock music here, you'll get beaten to death, right? Haha”

The people at the club burst into laughter together.

“Do something! ”

“You look really pretty. Who is she? ”

“Fool, it's Kay. You don't even watch TV? ”

I suddenly saw Dre smiling on the couch, thinking about the people who were making noise. When I saw Dre for a moment, I put my mouth on the microphone.

“Someone once said that music is done when you really mean what you want to say. I'm going to put in a song what I want to say to somebody right now. Bob Marley's No Woman No Cry. ”

Gun plays reggae rhythm on guitar. I opened my mouth to save my heart by playing something slightly slower than the original song.

“No woman no cry“

(Woman, don't cry)

“'Cause I remember when we used to sit In a government yard in Trench town Ob serving the hypocrites"

When we sat in front of the government courtyard in Trench Town, watching those hypocrites.

Mingle with the good people we meet Good friends we have, Oh, good friends we have lost

(I also lost good friends because I remember.)

Along the way In this great future, you can't forget your past

In this great future, we cannot forget the past.

“So dry your tears, I she”

So I tell you to wipe your tears.

The gun didn't bring out any of Bob Marley's distinctive voices or feelings. Rather, he sang as if he was speaking low, touching the back of a woman who had been hurt by a much lower and more serious tone.

“No woman no cry”

(Woman, don't cry)

“No woman no cry”

(Woman, don't cry)

“Little darling, don't shed no tears”

(Little sister, don't shed any tears.)

“No woman no cry”

(Woman, don't cry)

Gun doesn't take his eyes off Dre the whole time.

It's like he wants to hear his own voice.

I feel like I should listen.

Even the people in the club started to feel it, one by one, while sitting on the couch drinking. Dre's eyes sank deeply as he watched the singing.

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