Devil's Music

Lincoln Memorial Park, California.

Dresses in black sunglasses and white shirts stare down at a gravestone. Dre, who was staring down at the inscription on the tombstone, sat on one knee and placed the white flower on top of the tombstone. The flowers are rustic, with a few pieces of black thread tied without any ornament.

Dre, looking down at the tombstone, takes off his sunglasses and speaks to himself in a kind manner.

“It's cold there, isn't it? Curtis, Daddy's here. ”

Dre says, touching Curtis Young's name engraved on the tombstone.

“It's been nine years since you left. Six years with you was the happiest moment of my life. ”

Dre sits completely reluctant on the lawn and pulls the bottle out of his Boston bag.

“The day I met you. I haven't said anything to your face in a long time. You may not know it, but I was watching you grow up. When I was a kid, watching you play basketball in the neighborhood, I thought you were gonna be a basketball player. And when you were playing baseball, I thought you might be a baseball player. ”

“When I heard you were expelled from high school, I went to see where you were, and you were working at the market. I cried a lot, sneaking a peek at you as you were being persecuted by a white man, the manager of the market. ”

Dre uncovers the bottle and sprinkles it around the tombstone.

“This drink. Let's have a drink with your dad. ”

Dre sprinkled a bottle of wine on the tombstone, tucked his butt next to the tombstone, and held his knee in his hand and looked down at the tombstone with his poor eyes.

“I miss you, son. Do you want to see me, too? I tried my best to be a father I've never been. Perhaps the time we spent together was too short to hope that you'd want to see me even when you were dead. But I miss you so much. ”

Dre hugs his knee and buries his head between his knees.

“A lot of people have blamed you since you left. I could not bear to mourn the death of my son. With the rapper who had already made his debut as a drug addict, people were busy fingering him, forcing me not to mourn your death. ”

“Afterwards, I wanted to capture your story in music. I've written so many lyrics I wish I could hear from you in the sky. But, son, the world wasn't so green. The investors who heard that they were making music out of your story didn't leave me alone. He said he shouldn't miss his son who died of a drug addiction, but he shouldn't be impressed. It got a socially bad view, and it affected the stock price. You money-grubbing bastards. ”

Dre turns his head and looks down at the tombstone.

“By the way, this father was such a scumbag. I was afraid the stock price was going down. I couldn't sing about you after all. In the end, I was a garbage that put money before the world. ”

When Dre took out his smartphone and played back the ‘Dear Buck wilds’ file on the ice cube, a hip-hop beat flowed out on his smartphone. Dre put his smartphone next to the tombstone.

“Uncle didn't make it today. I'm a little busy right now. This song is from your uncle. It's good, right? If you were here, he would have given you the feature. Ice was very fond of you. ”

Dre reaches out one hand and strokes the gravestone.

“Dear Buck Wilds, I made them, but I didn't make them. You don't know, but Keira has a famous kid, and he's in charge of the choreography. I don't want to say it with my mouth, but the song I wrote was shit. The dog poop turned to gold after the boy touched the folder that had saved the failures. ”

Dre looks a little worried and says, looking at the tombstone.

“He must be a genius. But you know what, Curtis? He's provoking me. Tell me your story. Get back up. You know how much I want to talk about you. ”

Dre sits with his arms crossed.

“I can't even dream about it because of the stock price. So I kept ignoring him. By the way, at the Snoop party you liked a while back, he sent me a message. Don't cry. Don't forget the past. Wipe your tears. While listening to the song, her face and Curtis' four faces were overlapped. ”

Dre sighs and says.

“I saw you in him. Maybe Curtis thought you were begging him to show up in front of me. But it can't be, can it? ”

Dre, who had been talking like this for a long time alone in front of Curtis' tombstone, got up from his seat after looking at his watch.

“Oh dear, it's already time. I'll come back next week, Curtis. ”

Dre got up and looked down at the tombstone for a long time, then put on his sunglasses again and headed to the parking lot. The car parked in the parking lot was strangely a green Bentley Continental Coupe. The man in the suit next to the car sees Dre approaching and opens the back door.

Dre opens his mouth as soon as he tries to get in the car.

“Boss, you need to see something. ”

Dre turns his head, leaning over the car, and bites with mysterious eyes.

“What to see? What is it?”

The man said as he took out his tablet PC.

“Today, Snoop, Eminem, Ice, Pounds of Dog, Warren, Master Blood and 50 Cents announced a digital single. ”

Dre stands straight at the door with surprised eyes.

“What? All seven? Ice? I didn't hear about that. ”

The man turned out his tablet PC and said:

“It appears that you have published different lyrics to one of your songs listed as a free source. Free sound recordings are not copyrighted, but they say" KAY "on the registrar. who's in the studio right now. ”

Dre tilts his head.

“Kay made beats? Well, he's a genius. He deserves it. And then there were seven different raps on Kay's beats? All on the same date? What are you up to, guys? ”

Dre picks up his tablet PC and says in the car.

“Let's hear it on the move. We can't be late for the shareholders' meeting. Let's go. ”

While Dre was in the car looking for his headphones, the car left. Dre connected his brand's Beats by Dre headphones, Beats Pro, to his tablet PC, playing Snoop's music first, and a $400 bass guitar begins to flow from his headphones.

Dre's eyes became curious as he put his hands on his headphones and leaned slightly down to listen to the music.

“Huh? Is that Rock Ballad? Break the Wall? ”

Dre's eyes widened while he was listening to the music. After bass guitar's solo performance, Electric Guitar was playing the ‘Daddy Was A Doctor’ prelude that his son Curtis published under the name 'Hood Surgeon’. After the introduction of the guitar and after two words, a quarter-rate drum was uploaded. I heard rock music rather than hip-hop because it was real drumming, not electronic sound.

"Jing, zipping, supporting."

In the antennae, you hear the sound of beats preparing the wrap in a snoop poisonous snort.

"Uhh, that felt good?"

(UHH, that feels good.)

A slow, grooved wrap of snoop is heard from Dre holding his headphones tightly.

"Alight, check it out though"

Okay, but listen.

"Why don't you put me on some music?"

Can you turn on the music, please?)

"What you wanna hear baby?"

What do you want to hear?)

"Put me on some of that old Dr. Dre shit"

With a Dr. Dre song, as always.

Dre, who was listening to the music, lost his ceremony. It was because he snoops at lyrics expressing that he often listens to his songs. However, as soon as I heard the next lyrics, I put my hands on my headphones and fixed myself.

! "That nigga fucked about right about now!"

He's probably a complete stalker by now.

! "I'm about ready to get up out this damn!"

I'm ready to get out of here.

"I'm ready to get his shit up man"

(Let's get rid of him, too.)

"With motherfuckin 'investors after you"

There's a fucking investor after me.

"Punk ass bitches, sucka ass niggaz"

Idiots! Idiots!

"I can't take this shit no more dogg"

I can't take it anymore.

Dre's eyes flutter and he focuses on the music.

"You can, smoke a pound of bud every day"

Every day, you can smoke high-end marijuana.

"You got a big screen TV, man, you wanna give all this up?"

(There's a big screen TV, and you want to give it all up?)

You got the dopest shit out on the streets

You have the best thing on the street.

"Nigga, is you crazy? It's about your son. It's not Other Asshole story."

(Hey, are you crazy? It's about your son. It's not about the other idiots.)

Dre looks at the tablet PC as he crashes around the eye. The wrap of snoop was playing with the correct beat drum and rhythm on the base. As the rap stops, the guitar solo, full of dists, swings. The guitar was quickly playing the female vocal part of the 'paradise' in 'hood surgeon'.

Supporting! Crying! ’

Guitar made Dre constantly think of his son. It was as if Curtis was telling Dre a message. Dre's eyes became distorted as he listened to Snoop's last words.

"Dr. Dre is the shit, bitch!"

(Dr. Dre is the best, bitch!)

"Talk about the sadness of your son rather than the fucking money."

Tell me more about your son than your shitty money.

"I think what Hood Surgeon wants. It's time for you to be a father."

(Think about what the Hood Season wants. It's time for you to be a father.)

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