Devil's Music

When I received the mission from Professor Sharon, I sat alone in the practice room and took Haku out. I put my hands on Haku's rope and thought about the effects for a moment.

‘The Blue Notes, even though it's three degrees, five degrees and seven degrees off the nine notes, Sharon's mission can't be that simple, right? For once, listening to my classmates' music will be the quickest answer. ’

Gun connected smartphone to amp and searched for blues music.

Let's start with Robert Johnson's Crossroads, the pioneer of Blues. ’

After playing "Crossroads" with sticky guitar notes on the puffing rhythm and Robert Johnson's hanging voice, he closed his eyes and twitched his feet.

It was recorded in the 1930s, so the sound quality isn't very good, but it's kind of fascinating. The first recording artist said he chose the shower for the recording studio, but didn't he have a recording studio? ’

Gun listens to music and searches for Robert Johnson to make his eyebrows more puffy.

“What's the devil's contract? At that time, there were rumors that black people lived on the intersection of the Mississippi highway, so at midnight you could meet the devil and sell your soul to him to get what you wanted? Robert Johnson was rumored to have gained other skills in dealing with the devil and left a tune to the rumor that he was aware of it as well. It is also said that he attended a voodoo ceremony because he was interested in the voodoo church · · · Also old times, so many people were ignorant. Haha, the devil. ”

Gun searched for information on Robert Johnson with interesting eyes.

“Well, you've only left two recordings at the time. At the time, it would have been more common to play clubs and show them than record recordings. Bob Dylan, Eric Clipton, was praised and re-illuminated when his record was released in 1961. It's like those post-mortem artists. ”

Gun giggles as he searches for his information.

“What the hell, is there an animation of a Japanese animation with Robert Johnson's contract with the Devil and his right finger set to 10? Kick, the reason you're standing in the opposite direction of the audience and playing the guitar is because you don't want to catch your finger. Funny setup. That should be fun. Kick Kick”

Gun again fell in love with music as he played his other famous song, 'Me and the Devil Blues', in the music app on his smartphone.

* *

The Castle of the Marquis of Hell.

He sat on a colorful black chair with a red rug on the highest floor of the castle, bent his chin with one hand and looked at a large screen mounted on the wall.

“Pymon, that Robert whatever. Isn't that the man Amduras was telling you about? ”

Pymon tilts his head as he sits on the side chair drinking wine.

“Well, we don't know what kind of humans Amduras played with. Let me ask you.”

You shake your hand as if it were a kiln.

Amdusias! ”

“Yes?”

As Gamagin and Pymon look back in unison, they see Amduras staring at them from the doorway. I asked him with a weird look on his face.

“If you summoned them, you should come to the Summoners. Why are you out there? ”

Amduras scratches his head and enters the room.

“Oh, I'm here because I'm curious about my child. Now that I have my abilities, don't I have a stake? Unless the erl seals up the boy's tracks and comes himself, we'll have to watch him here. ”

“Really? It was on its way anyway. Sit down.”

“Yes, thank you, Your Highness. ”

As Amduras sits down, Pymon asks.

“I was just talking about you. The boy is studying music by the name of Robert Johnson, and the late lord says you were playing with him. Is that right?"

Amduras sat comfortably on the couch and watched as the wine from the servant drew his neck and was reflected on the screen.

“Yes, that's right. Hiya, but a few hundred years ago, I had to look at the crystal ball to see the human world, and it had a big screen, right? ”

Gamagin said with a happy expression.

“Yes, I love their skills. I swiped one and turned it over to the Demons under control. Isn't it wonderful?”

“Haha, yes, Prince Charming. I'd like to put one in my castle. ”

“Haha, well, Pymon asked me first, so I'll give Pymon a gift and send you one. ”

“Thank you, Your Highness. I look forward to it.”

“So, do you want to talk about that Robert Johnson guy? ”

Amduras once again took a sip of wine and said with blood on his mouth.

“You asked me the other day when she met this guy, Jimmy Hendricks? I told you that all the people I had the power to die at 27 years old were coincidences, but this is the guy I took the soul from at the time. ”

Pymon asked.

“I made a deal with you? ”

Amduras nods and places the wine glasses on the table.

“Human time, maybe 1931. At that time, the screaming of black slaves who had been brought from Africa to America sounded so good that they went down. I was walking down a highway in Mississippi, and I heard a desperate voice. ”

Pymon and Gamagin quietly listen to Amdura, and Amduras rethinks his appetite.

“I was going to sell my soul and ask for your guitar skills. I ran because I thought it would be fun, and one of them was on his knees praying with his guitar on the intersection of the highway. ”

He snaps his fingers and asks.

“Is that why you gave me abilities? ”

“Yes, Your Highness. He was so bad-headed, he couldn't use his abilities, he had to keep him for weeks. ”

“So? What happened after that? ”

“The next year, in 1932, I got an instant hit at a performance. They gave me a way to play that I didn't have at the time. ”

“What's that? ”

“Well, they call it the Blue Note. It was human creativity that produced music called blues. ”

“Um, so you signed a contract to give me abilities and take the soul at 27? ”

“That's not it. ”

“Yes or no? ”

“Yes, the contract with him was five years. He signed a contract when he was 21. ”

“So, should we have taken her to age · · 26? ”

“Yes, but he wanted an extension of a year in exchange for the soul of his second wife. ”

“Wife?”

“Yes, the first wife was already dead before the contract. She said she died giving birth to a child. When I went to receive his soul, I knelt on my knees and prayed. He hasn't left his music for generations, so give him one more year. So I took his wife instead. ”

“Well, maybe he was crazy about music, but he wasn't. Selling his wife. ”

“Yeah, well, you recorded 29 songs over the course of a year, and he'll be happy to remain a respected musician for generations to come. ”

He folds his arms for a moment and says,

“If it was Amduras' power, wouldn't it be a problem for the boy to get a deeper look at his music? ”

Amduras nods.

“Yes. Rather, you'll feel more familiar. My strength is embedded in his body. ”

Gamagin smiles.

“Okay, thanks for explaining. Then I can watch without worrying, haha."

Pymon glances at the kiln and says,

“Marquis, since when have you become such a polar parent to humans?" You used to just watch, and then you get more and more worried? Same thing happened in Jamaica last time. ”

When Gamagin came out of Jamaica, he cleared his throat and smoked.

“Why does this taste like wine... Hey, acolyte! Bring me another wine. Throw this away. ”

Lament was Pymon staring at the Kamagin, who made the servant run errands, and Amduras smiling at him. Amduras, who was watching them for a moment, said.

“If you watch, you can give your child the ability that Robert Johnson was given. ”

He shakes his hand, shaking his head.

“Forget it, it's too crowded now. I want my child to learn and grow on his own, so let's not intervene anymore. ”

Pymon and Amduras nodded slightly, expressing their sympathy, and turned their gaze to the case wetted to music in the practice room.

* *

Sitting in the practice room listening to Robert Johnson's music was playing the Blue's basic scale with Haku in his hand.

‘Well, a three-degree note coming down from a high note is the basis of the blue note, and the problem is Groove, not the scale according to the note. It is not easy to reproduce this black rhythm. ”

Having been practicing alone for a long time, I shook my head and put Haku down.

‘It's not a job to practice on your own. Blues is the point of improvisation in repetitive beats. I need help. ’

The gun leaves the practice room to ask Sharon for help, but Sharon is not in the classroom. He picks up the phone and calls Sharon, waiting for the tone to ring. As soon as the call continues, he opens his mouth.

It's Kay. ”

“Yes, Kay. I just saw you. What happened? ”

“I have a favor to ask. Where are you?”

“Well, I have an appointment, so I came to a restaurant nearby, but could you come this way? I'll eat with you. ”

“Yes, where can I go? ”

“B.B. King Blues Club on 42nd Street. ”

“Yes? It's lunchtime. Are you at the club? ”

“Hoho, I sell brunches. But they only perform at night. It's a pretty popular store, so welcome. ”

“Oh, yes, Professor. But you said you had an appointment. Can I go? ”

“Hmm · · · Chuckle, Kay's lucky, right? ”

“Yes?”

“No, Hoho. Welcome."

“Yes, sir, I'll take a cab! ”

Already out of school on the phone, I rushed a cab to West 42nd Street in front of Julius School. The taxi driver was a famous club, so he dropped the case in front of the ’B.B. King Blues Club’ in about five minutes. I was thankful for my quick arrival and ran into the club with lots of tips. Overall, the clubs were filled with spectacular decorations and lights under dark light, and the clubs were crowded with guests who were set up to eat brunches.

You see someone waving their hands at the sight of Sharon looking around. After confirming that it was Sharon, he waved and saw a white man sitting across from him, slowly slowing down. Then he stopped. A man in his 60s with a single smile on his elbow at the table was a wavy blonde head with a beard full of beards, but he looked overall handsome.

His eyes tremble as he looks at the case and smiles.

‘Eric Patrick Clapton, Hall of Fame Triple Contributor! ’

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