Devil's Music

I've been living at the zoo with Eric for two weeks now. In the meantime, I learned a lot about Eric and was getting to know each other, but Eric's condition is unusual. Erik comes by the hospital every morning for treatment, but the pain of eroding his body is getting worse.

Eventually, he was admitted to the hospital 15 days after entering the zoo. Gun assists Eric in his hospitalization and comes to his room with worrying eyes.

“Eric, are you sure you're okay? ”

Eric sits on the bed, helpless, looking out the window.

“It's okay, I've been through worse. ”

The gun clenches its mouth like a clam. It's because I heard about his life from Eric the other night after drinking beer. His third band, Derek and the Dominos, was the story of the blue life of a band member, Duan Olman, who died in a motorcycle accident, who killed his mother in prison for Jim Gordon's schizophrenia, who had been drugged for a long time, and who had barely regained consciousness and was married, and his four-year-old son had fallen off a 55-story building.

At that time, he listened to Eric's drunken story and thought that a lot of bad things could happen to one person. Called the world's greatest guitarist, he was Eric with all his reputation in one body, but God seemed to have taken away everything else from his gift of music.

Eric mutters as he watches the clouds flow out the window.

“I miss my dead son today. ”

I couldn't figure out what to say, but I looked down at him sitting quietly on the bed. Eric looks out the window and quietly sings.

"Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?"

(If I see you in heaven, do you know my name?)

Eric looked at the case, quietly singing his song, Tears in Heaven, which has a beautiful melody, but is so sad. As the gun stares down at you with sad eyes, Eric, who built the funeral hall, says.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Suddenly I miss my son. ”

The gun nods slightly and asks.

“The song. I know you made it for your son. ”

Eric extends his arm back and leans back slightly, supporting his body.

“Yes, it was a song I made drawing my son. I'm feeling sentimental because I'm sick. I've been living with bright ideas, as long as I can. ”

Waiting for Eric's words to continue, as the gun quietly looks out the window, he leans forward a few moments later.

“I'm admitted, by the way, so I can't help you with your practice. ”

Gun swung his hand and said.

“No, I'll take care of the practice. Erik focuses on getting fit. Health comes first. ”

Eric rises up and searches the drawer next to the bed, pulling out a business card and sticks it out to the gun.

“B.B. King's Club. Gun master's card. I called ahead, asked if I could get you in on the band practice. I used to practice at the club until I sold brunches, but now I can't seem to find time to wait, so I feel like I'm holding my own practice room to practice. ”

Gun takes Erik's business card and sees his name written in gorgeous gold ink.

"Sambo Cuffe"

Eric told me that he was looking at his business card.

“Sambo has been running errands at the store since he was eleven years old, and has become a gun master. We've been best friends since we were together live in the Vikings' lifetime. He's a good person.He 'll be good at it. Since I contacted you in advance, you can ask to be a part of the exercise. ”

Gun said with a sorry face.

“Eric, you're not well, and you care about this? Thank you, but I'm sorry.”

Eric waves.

“I'm not just doing it. I've been watching you at the zoo for the past two weeks. You'll probably be a musician who's more than just me. He's a kid who can do things I couldn't when I was your age. I'm investing in your genius. Think of it as an heir who can still play good music to people one day when I'm gone. ”

He said with a clear look.

“The heir, you shouldn't think that already, Eric. ”

“Haha, yes. Don't worry, I'm doing my best to get better. But I was also raised by my classmates. It's just time to give it back. ”

“Are you talking about Vikings? ”

“Yes, he taught me a lot too. ”

“Who is this teacher in Erik's mind? ”

“Well, the Vikings, the Albert Kings and the Freddy Kings are all my teachers, but when I first caught the guitar, it was Robert Johnson who made me move my mind to be a guitarist. ”

“Robert Johnson? I just heard his song. ”

“Yeah, this might sound a little corny, but it's '30s music, and it's the worst recording ever. But when I got out of a drug addiction and built a facility for addicts, I fell in love with him enough to name it Crossroads, his song. ”

“Oh, I've heard that song. ”

“Yes, I've followed in your footsteps all my life. I don't know if I can make a name for myself as a guitarist, but I can't say I've done my part as a pioneer with those seniors. Kay, you have to be like those guys. ”

Can I... can I do it? ”

“What can a man who can put animals to sleep by singing? ”

“Oh, it was just a quiet song.”

“Never mind. You don't seem to be self-sufficient anyway. One day you'll realize what you really are. And that's the day you will awaken and fly away. Anyway, go straight to the club. Sambo will be waiting for you. I need to rest. ”

He says he saw Eric lying in bed, tucked into his duvet.

“I'll be back often, Eric, then. Thank you."

Lying down, I raise my hands and whistle as Eric turns and lies down, the gun leaves the room and heads for the Viking Blues Club. I got in a taxi and got out in front of the club and saw the outside of the club with an entrance in the corner. Signs filled with spectacular neon signatures had a big red B.B. King on them, and the rolling signs underneath were constantly showing snapshots of musicians.

When I saw the sign for a moment, a black female waiter approached me and asked me.

“How many of you? ”

Gun pulled his business card out of his pocket and said.

“I have an appointment with Sambo Cuff. ”

The waitress looked suspiciously at the fact that she had covered her face with a hat and mask, and the gun hurriedly took off her hat and mask and showed her face. Then the waitress smiled brightly.

“Ah! You must be Kay. I'm a fan. Hoho, come this way. ”

As soon as the gun took off the hat and mask, the noise of the guests who were sitting at the table grew.

“Cayda!”

“Really? Where? ”

“There, in front of the counter. ”

“Wow, the restaurant of a famous musician is something different. With stars like that. Do you want an autograph?”

“I'll take it when I get a chance later. ”

The gun raised its hand and greeted people as they focused their gaze. Clapping and whistling erupt from everywhere. I smiled briefly and followed the waitress waiting for me to the office behind the club. The waitress stood in front of a big black door and knocked.

Knock, knock.

“Come in."

The waitress looks back at the case as she hears a thick man's voice inside.

“Go on in. You said you had an appointment, so I'm not going in with you. I'm busy with work, Hoho. You have to sign for it later, okay? Promise? ”

I opened the door and walked in with a cute smile and a cool smile on the woman who raised her little finger. Inside the office, a massive black man sat in a grey suit, wearing sunglasses. It was not a muscle pig, but rather a blurry big one. He was definitely a man with a lot of muscle mass, but a lot of belly sticking out. When he sees the case, he gets up and approaches.

“K. You made it. I got a call from Eric in advance. Have a seat.”

He carefully sits on the couch he handed over, feeling himself atrophied by the weight of his gun. The man took the drink out of the small refrigerator and sat across from the case. The gun sees the sofa creaking and worries that it won't collapse. He opens his teeth and smiles, touching his short, curly hair.

“Sambo Cuff. Nice to meet you."

“Oh, this is Kay. I've heard a lot about you. ”

Sambo twisted his leg with one arm on the back of the couch and said:

“I heard you want to be part of the practice of bands playing in our club, right? ”

The gun nods.

“Yes, Mr. Cuff. I'm still a student, so I'm learning about blues. If you give me that opportunity, I think I can learn a lot. ”

“Haha, no one knows Kay is a student of Julius. So what band would you like to practice in? We have a lot of musicians performing on Sundays. ”

“I don't have a favorite band. I'm just happy with the band that I can be a part of. ”

Sambo was momentarily troubled by the schedule of the show on the wall. Gun followed his gaze and looked at the schedule table, waiting for Sambo's mouth to open. Sambo said after considering for a long time.

“Once you've practiced, you'll want a band that has a lot of players. And should you be a band with inclusion and a bright atmosphere to accommodate you · · Do you prefer a white band? ”

Gun flinched and said.

“I'm Asian, Mr. Cuff. Race is not an option. ”

“Hmm, yes. That's a good idea. If you want to learn the face of Blues, you need a band with black souls. Let's say," A decade of soul, "which is responsible for Saturday night. ”

The gun shrugs.

“I like any band. ”

Sambo raises one index finger, revealing his white teeth.

“But I have a condition. Kay.”

When Sambo saw him with a curious face, he said.

“I'm an entrepreneur. They don't do things that don't cost money. Instead of helping you practice, I want you to perform with them at the Viking Blues Club during your practice. ”

The End

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