Devil's Music

The musicians moved and stood in their places. The last time Professor Allen stood on the stage and looked around the left, all the musicians put their keys on their instruments. As Alan's hand points to Damien, Damien gives a shout in percussion.

“Ha!”

Percussion played four rhythms of a rhythmic reggae, and the violin and cello began to play the ‘Parachute’. However, the playing stopped without playing more than a dozen seconds. It's because Professor Alan has stopped playing.

The gun wore on the microphone with a worrying face.

“Dre, I'm sorry, but can you turn down the emp volume by half? ”

Dre, who was looking at the gun next to the stage, held one ear open, nodded and adjusted the amp. The gun asks Professor Allen to restart, and the playing begins again, but not for more than twenty seconds, and the playing stops again. He put it back on the microphone.

“It's going to have to be a little quieter, people. Think of it as killing as much music as you can and play it. ”

The girl holding the cello raised her hand. When the gun opened, the girl said carefully.

“W-would you mind if I ask you how much volume you think this is? I saw the score as a musical score for what the composer intended, but I never heard of the volume. ”

Guns clasp their arms and stroke their chins while thinking with a worrying look. After a long time, after all the musicians focused on that, their mouths opened.

“Do you remember the lullaby your mother used to sing you when you were little? Or do you have insomnia and sleep with the help of ASMR? ”

Most of the players raised their hands to indicate that they have such memories or experiences. The gun nods.

“What your mother's lullaby or ASMR has in common is that it comforts the listener, right? You want to hear lullabies that you can fall asleep comfortably, not annoy when you sleep. And that's the concept of the tune. Softer, more restrained. ”

Gun looks at Damien standing in front of Percussion and says,

“Damien, I need you to turn down the volume a little bit. Think of it as exhaling, not screaming, not inhaling. ”

Damien nods, and Gunn looks at Shawn sitting in front of the piano.

“Shawn, the piano volume is good. But can you play it a little softer, like it's flowing? ”

Shawn glances carefully for a moment, placing his hand on the piano's ledge.

‘It's different! It's sweet! It's sweet! It's solid · · ·'

“Is this enough? ”

“Well, a little more pitch and pitch. The volume is good and the melody is naturally a non-irritating song, but it should be connected like a flowing note. ”

“Well, I'll try. ”

Gun looks at the trumpet keeper and says,

“Trumpeter. You haven't made it to the trumpet stage yet, but please check your straightmower status again. The overall volume is small, so please have your tubing ready so that you can hear the sound with your mower on. If the volume does not match, we will continue to practice immediately after installation to the tube. ”

The trumpet keeper pulls the black tube out of his pocket and shakes it as if it had already been prepared. After a slight smile, he told Professor Alan.

“Professor, do me a favor again. ”

Alan watched as the case instructed the musicians, then said, watching him speak to himself.

“Well, Kay. Why don't you try conducting just until you finish one in your final rehearsal? Even the man in charge doesn't fully understand Kay's intentions, so I think I'd better take over once I'm done. Let's practice without playing Kay's guitar. ”

After expressing his concern for a moment, he took off his Haku and placed it on the ground and approached the conductor's platform. Alan hands over the baton to the gunman, and then he crosses his arms and looks over at the players from the side of the statue. He looks down at the baton in his hand and looks around at the musicians.

“You might be practicing for a little... longer. I didn't get to practice in advance, so the final practice got longer. My apologies to all of you. ”

Gun takes a step aside on the command platform, bowing his head, and the players panic. For a moment, voices burst out among the loud players.

“No! We all saw what happened! ”

“That's right! It's okay! I understand enough!”

“Yes, thanks to Kay, students like us are on the same stage with famous musicians! ”

“It's okay to stay up all night and practice perfectly on stage! I've already called home! ”

Seeing a lot of musicians cover themselves, he smiled a little.

“You might soon regret saying you can stay up all night, but are you serious? ”

“Yes!!!!!!!!! ”

“It's okay! After tomorrow's performance, it's over. ”

“Yes, do it right! ”

The gun smiles and looks around the players, wondering if any ideas came to mind, then handed over the baton to Alan.

“Professor, I'll be right back. Would you let the musicians take a ten-minute break? ”

“Yes? I just started practicing, have I? ”

“Oh, I have an idea that might help me practice. It'll take 10 minutes. ”

“Oh, yeah? Okay, bye. ”

Giving the performers a break for a moment, the performers who had just had a break did not come off the stage, but exercised themselves autonomously by looking at their musical notes. After about five minutes, the female players cried out when they saw him come into the audience under the stage.

“Ugh!! Whoa, whoa, whoa! He's so cute!”

“Oh no! I've never seen a baby tiger up close before! ”

“Oh my gosh, look at the baby bear! ”

Ricky and Pie are following you around the case that is approaching across the audience. Male musicians were also mesmerized by the cute gait of baby animals. When the gun came up on the stage, the female players who saw two baby animals struggling underneath the stage screamed again as if they wanted to come up.

“Ahhhh!!! I'm only gonna touch it once! ”

“Me too! ”

Twenty female musicians rushed near the Urr Command Platform, stroked the pie and Ricky and shouted. The gun smiles and claps its hands and ventilates the surroundings.

Pair.

“Now, go back to your seat. If you don't want to stay up all night, you have to run hard. ”

When the female musicians who had expressed their regrettable eyes tried to return to their seats one by one, Gun said.

“If you're done practicing before 10: 00, I'll let you play with Pie and Ricky for a while, so get ready quickly. ”

The movements of the returning players are swift. He smiled and said that he saw the musicians who were seated quickly rushing their eyes as if they were asking them to start quickly with the instrument.

“Like I said before, this song has to play comfortably like a lullaby. They're baby animals, so you'd go to sleep if you just let them, but if the sleeping babies squirm their ears, or if they turn around, they failed. It's only successful if you get a good night's sleep, so please play and focus on the animals. ”

The musicians who gave an interesting look to the different practice laws made a loud noise.

“Wow, you've got practice like this? It'll be fun."

“Yeah, I've never heard of this practice. ”

“Let's do it. Let's put the animals to sleep with us. I thought this was just for comics, haha.”

“Hey, shut up. Animals are staring at us. They're asleep. We're going home. ”

The musicians, who were talking for a moment, quietly looked at the baton at the tip of the case. As Gun waves his baton pointing at Damien, Damien pulls his finger and smashes into Percussion. The sound of dead percussion echoes dramatically compared to when you strike with the palm of your hand, and Damien's elasticity soon followed by the violin and cello.

After rehearsal that night, no one had time to play with Ricky and Pie. It was after two o'clock in the morning that the two baby animals completely fell asleep without turning around. However, there was no one who felt sorry for not being able to play with the baby animals. At the end of the rehearsal, tired musicians were rushing back to their homes, feeling satisfied and exhausted, and Shawn left for the hotel where Damien was staying to take care of his neck, because he also had to sing on the stage tomorrow.

Being left alone on the stage lowers your foot underneath the stage and strokes the sleeping pie and Ricky.

‘I'm sorry, I made you suffer. I'll give you lots of yummy treats later! ’

The two baby animals raised their bellies toward the sky with a joyful groan. He stroked Ricky and Pie with a smiling face and carried them both to his place. After opening Olivia's door quietly, Ricky and Pie fell asleep on the couch, covered their blankets, and snuggled themselves out.

You hear the cries of birds coming from far away from your ears as you return to your quarters.

“Hmm? Why are you crying when it's late at night? ”

The gun takes a step back to the nest and heads for the hill where the cage is. You can see the birds in the cage flying through the cage, illuminated by streetlights set in a rare zoo full of darkness. As the birds approached, they flapped their wings and turned to show their faces and sat down on the branches of the tree.

When I looked at the birds with a confused face, I looked at the birds and smiled deeply.

“You waited for me? ”

Sitting on the bench next to the cage, the birds squeal as they reply, and the guitar is pulled out.

“I'll sing to you again today, kids. Sweet dreams! ”

A quiet arpeggio flows from the guitar, and a few moments later, a beautiful melody sounds from the open mouth.

"Are you really here"

(Are you really here?)

"or am I dreaming"

(Or am I dreaming?)

"I can't tell dreams from truth"

I don't know if it's real or if it's a dream.

"For it's been long"

Because it's been so long.

"since I have seen you"

(Seeing you)

"I can hardly remember"

(I don't remember very well)

"your face anymore"

(Your face is no longer)

"When I get really lonely"

(When I get really lonely)

"and the distance calls its only silence"

It's a long way, but it's quiet.

"I think of you smiling"

I think of your smile.

"with pride in your eyes"

(Eyes as confident as they are)

"a lover that sighs"

(Love whispered)

"If you want me satisfy me"

(If you want me, please satisfy me)

"If you want me satisfy me"

(If you want me, please satisfy me)

Before the end of the silent song, the Bronx Zoo is as quiet as a mouse. The animals that had already fallen asleep fell into a deeper sleep, and those that could not sleep fell asleep for a while. The song that was played at dawn went on for a long time.

When I saw the quiet cage, I glanced at the sky.

“Tomorrow. A day when nature's voice will be heard. ”

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