Devil's Music

I quickly got to know Sean for buying a simple drink and a drink at home. Beyond the age gap of 20 years old, they became friends and talked until late at night. For some reason, Sean felt as if he was a friend of his own age or even like his older brother.

While talking about the case with a smile, I suddenly asked about my mother, Yoko.

“Sean, how's your mom these days? Are you still in the performing arts department? ”

Shawn shakes his head with a bitter smile.

“No, it's been about two years · · Alzheimer's has come and is in a wheelchair. ”

He said that the case was a little surprised.

“Really? So you're taking care of her? ”

“No, I saved a caregiver. Though I rarely see you there. ”

You look at Shawn, smiling bitterly.

“You've had a hard time with those who blame your mother, haven't you? ”

Sean says with a loss of consciousness.

“Yeah, it's been hard on me my whole life. Because everyone in the world praised my father and made my mother a great evil. She was a loving mother to me. ”

Gun said, drinking a sip of beer.

“Still, I'm glad Paul McCartney officially admitted that he wasn't responsible for dismantling the Beatles. ”

Sean glances at the case and takes a swig of beer.

“Khh! That's not really why my mother cursed. He didn't want to give a penny to his half-sister Julian after his father died, rather than disband the Beatles, so he sued for it. It was also about my father's belongings that my mother sold for auction. ”

Shawn nods as if he knows the case.

“Eventually, in a lawsuit with Julian's sister, she found some inheritance, but she had to use it to buy back some of her mother's father's belongings. She had to take a bigger insult with it. I have an interview with my sister because she insulted my mother, and now I don't get along with her. ”

As the gun gazes at Sean, he shrugs.

“Hehe, right. It was my mother's fault. But even if everyone in the world swears, you can't do that to me. She's my mother. I've eaten enough insults. I think that's enough. I have to take care of my country.”

The gun twitches its chin and taps on the armrest of the couch with your finger.

“I think she loved him a lot. ”

Sean smiles.

“Actually, I don't know. I found out when I was growing up, but my mother told me that she was living with another young composer before my father died. Well, so was my father. I don't know if you're both artists, but I think the way you think about love is special. ”

The gun shakes its head and says:

“No, love may not be forever, but it's also the truth of moments. Your parents obviously loved each other, and they seemed so happy. ”

Shawn squirms his eyebrows and stares at the gun. Gun doesn't see Shawn's face as he looks back at John Lennon and Ono Yoko in his memories.

“How can you say that? You've never seen my parents before. ”

The gun is stuck in my mind. I was furious and shocked.

“Oh! No, I was just looking for a bunch of stuff out of respect for your father. It's just a metaphor for the look on Lennon's face with his mother. ”

Shawn gives you a suspicious look, but soon he accepts.

“Yes, there are a lot of public photos. And two people who look so happy. ”

The case hurries back to the other story.

“Let's go see her when she's close. I want to see you, too. ”

Sean nods.

“Yes, I'll come with you next time. My mother always loved seeing my friends. ”

Sean looks up at the sheet music on the table and says,

“You use the sheet music by hand? Why bother using your hands? It's not a song. It's my song. What is this, music and writing? You didn't copy the sheet music, did you? ”

Gun said with a smile.

“Yeah, it's a habit. The process of writing down notes one by one to understand what you're thinking and what emotions you've made music out of. ”

Sean glances at you for a moment, then nods.

“I see. Whew. How do I arrange this, by the way? ”

The case looks cautious and asks.

“What emotion were you trying to express? ”

Shawn sighs and folds his arms.

“When I made this song, I was separated from the woman I loved very much. Instead of singing goodbye, I tried to capture the feelings of time I loved. ”

Gun looks at Sean and says,

“So? Did you get it right? ”

Shawn lays his eyes down for a moment and thinks. Sean, who spent a moment worrying, says.

“No, in the end, I think I just wrote a love song with the sadness of parting. ”

The gun nods slightly and grabs hold of the sheet music in Sean's hand.

“I'll tell you exactly. The emotion that this song represents is not one person's emotion. ”

Shawn looks up and says, "Keep talking."

“In this song, if you call your opponent a woman, tell her that she is afraid that love will end, and that he should do his best to love her at this moment. Right?"

Shawn nods and the gun continues to speak.

“But you know what? Two people's emotions can be confusing, but there are three emotions that a song represents. ”

Shawn stares deeply at the gun. The gun stares at you silently, looking at Shawn. Shawn sighs as he catches his eye for a long time.

“Phew, that's right. Just as I thought. I'm glad I found you. ”

Shawn buries himself deep into the back of the couch.

“Love, fear, and the pain of separation. I think these were the three. ”

The gun glances at Sean and shakes the note.

“No, 'passionate love’, ‘vague fear of the coming separation’, and the last is' extreme choice of death. ’”

Shawn wakes up from the couch, his eyes wide open.

“What? Death? I wrote this song! Have you forgotten?”

The gun rises and raises its gaze at you quietly, then closes its mouth.

“Shawn, an artist sometimes has feelings that he didn't even know existed in him at the time. It's also natural not to be aware of it. I didn't mean to. ”

Shawn gives you a look that you can't understand.

“Let me ask you a question. What is" Parachute "that people who listen to it, not you, rated? ”

Sean ponders for a moment, and sits back on the couch.

“Well, I heard it was full of depression. I was embarrassed because it wasn't what I had in mind. ”

The gun smiled and said.

“Yes, I also felt 'Parachute' for the first time, and the conclusion was‘ depression. ’Why is that?”

Gunn says that Shawn doesn't seem to know.

“Sean, the song you wrote suggests that a vague fear of the parting of loved ones can make death permanent. That comes from lyrics. ”

Sean quietly picks up the sheet music and sees the lyrics underneath the sheet.

♪ 'Cause if I have to die tonight ♪

If I have to die tonight,

"I'd rather be with you"

I want to be with you.

Cut the parachute before you die

Stop the parachute before it goes down.

Sean hesitates, and the case seems to be trying to give him some time. Shawn seems to have waited long enough for you to be alone when you get back to the couch.

“Yes, I think you have a point. So you're saying you have to change the lyrics? Or do you mean you have to rewrite the music? ”

The gun glances at Sean and shakes its head.

“No, I think you need to express all three emotions that you've created to make a proper arrangement. It's also a courtesy to you who wrote the song. ”

Sean asks with a curious expression.

“Three completely different emotions? How do you combine three emotions that are exciting, beautiful, depressing? Is that possible?"

The gun has a deep smile on its mouth and raises its index finger.

“There is one genre that can do that. ”

Shawn gives you a blank expression, and the answer is no.

“A genre that sings of hope and love in a harsh reality. Reggae. ”

Sean looks surprised.

“Reggae! This is ballad, Kay. Do you think a reggae would be a good idea? What better way to work with orchestras than with Reggae? ”

Gun crosses his arms and says:

“Make it fit. That's what we're gonna do. ”

Shawn looks at the case for a moment.

“Well, you're welcome to try something new, but I don't know about Reggae. What do you know about that? ”

The gun shakes its head and says:

“No, I have to learn. ”

Sean puts his hands on his waist and says,

“Do you know anyone? Someone to help. ”

The gun turns its head and looks out the window at the dark sky. Shawn turns his head to look out the window as the gun looks out.

‘Straps of scattered relationships are gathering. I don't know what's at the end, but it might be foreseen. I might be able to repay Mr. Lennon and Mali. ’

The moment you think about it, you turn to Sean and say,

“A man born to music and died as a god. Bob Marley. There's a way to connect him to his third son Damian Marley. ”

Sean looks a little surprised.

“Damien Mali? The guy who won the Grammy? How?"

Gun said with a smile.

“You know what happened to hip-hop a while ago? NAS and Damien Mali were close friends who used to play in my sound recordings at the time. Enough to work on an album together. ”

Shawn shouts with an excited expression.

“Really? Can he help you? ”

The gun shrugs.

“Well, we have to try. You'll have to call Dre and find out. ”

“Dre? You mean Dr. Dre? ”

“Yes, Dr. Dre. ”

Sean whistles.

“Whew! That's a lot of connections. I know we've been working together, but I'm impressed you have a personal favor to ask. ”

The gun just smiled and lifted the beer. Shawn takes a beer and talks about it deeply.

Ending Pain (2)

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