Devil's Music

Erik quickly finishes the stage and goes to see you. Erik leads the band, but he goes back to the hospital with only a few words to say, "Enjoy the fun Blues gives you." Sambo is waiting at the counter for you when he walks into the store, unable to hold Erik's cab any longer while stumbling.

“Kay, can I see you for a second? ”

Gun felt reluctant to Sambo, but even with Eric's words, he felt the need to talk to him and followed him into his office. When Sambo arrived at the office, he recommended the couch.

“Coffee?"

“Yes, please. to America.”

Sambo smiled and sat on the couch across from him, keeping warm coffee on the table. Sambo looked at the case without saying anything for a moment. Sambo opened his mouth as the case grew slightly embarrassed.

“Erik thinks very highly of Kay. I think you liked it. ”

Sambo shrugs as he stares at him without saying anything.

“Oh, you don't have to look so hostile. I'm ready to talk now. ”

Sambo said as soon as the gun gave a curious look.

“You think I'm a money ghost, don't you? You don't care about music, you just make money and you're satisfied with pigs? ”

The gun looks cold and says not like him.

“I won't deny it. ”

Sambo raised his head to the ceiling and covered his eyes with his hands.

“Phew, I thought it was worth it. You're right. The truth is, I've been living like that for a while. By the way, Kay, ”

Sambo takes a short breath and looks him straight in the eye.

“In any case, it would be difficult to justify, but for obvious reasons? If it was to keep Viking's will, what would you do? ”

I stared at Sambo for a long time without the cold eyes. As Sambo tried to determine the authenticity of his true eyes, he opened his mouth without avoiding his eyes.

“I don't know what Viking's will is. But he didn't tell you to do anything wrong, did he? In a metaphor, his will must have cost money. if you had to make money to protect it. ”

“Oh? Exactly. ”

“I find it very difficult to make money. And you think you have an amazing ability for that. However, we don't know why we do the music business without respecting the music of the musicians. If you just wanted to make money, you could have done something else. ”

Sambo leans back and folds his arms.

“Hmm. What if Viking's will includes the operation of this club? ”

Gun stares at him silently. While having a long eye fight, Sambo raised his hands first.

“Great, I lost. How far have you heard from Eric? ”

“I've heard that you'll be supporting a band member so I can be the lead, and that I have to perform from the stage next Saturday. ”

Sambo folds his arms and twists his legs and says with a stiff head.

“Can you do it? ”

Gun raises up his body, holding his knee with his hand.

“You can do it. Because I don't want to lose to you. ”

Sambo said with a proud look.

“Really? Go on, then. We're running out of time. We'll have the band in the practice room by two o'clock tomorrow afternoon. ”

The gun glanced down at Sambo and went outside. Sambo looks sad as he sees the door after it closes vigorously and shakes. Sambo looks up at the picture of Viking, sighing and looking at the door.

“I'm sorry, Kay. I'll apologize when it's all over. ”

The next day.

It was Sunday, but I was in a hurry to get to the practice room as soon as the morning was over at the zoo. I thought of sitting alone in the practice room and selecting a song because the appointment time was close to three hours.

"I hope you like Erik's singing, too. All of his songs are covered in blues. All the blue notes are hidden in music close to the pop. ’

Gun searches Erik's songs one by one.

‘The song that will be the main song will be' Change The World 'as well, but the beginning of the performance will be' I Shot The Sheriff 'with the most blue scent. Finish up by going to Badge. Three songs to watch the battle. ’

The gun closes its eyes and bounces off the guitar to match Eric's tune to the earpiece with Haku in it. When I heard the same song more than five times because I couldn't even think of making a musical note, I opened my eyes to the guitar more than two hours later.

I looked at the clock on the wall.

'There's only an hour left for the band members to arrive. Members used to say it was a triple band of electric guitars, bass guitars, drums. I heard they're all my age. Are they students? ’

The door of the practice room opened while listening to two more songs and the guitar, and three black men came in. The gun drops the guitar to say hello, and stands up and is surprised to see the man standing in front of you.

“Huh!? You're Samuel Chadler, right? ”

Samuel, who had played the bass guitar in Julius's studio class, reached out with his white teeth.

“It's been a while, Kay. ”

Gun grabs Samuel's hand tightly and waves.

“Were you in a band? Do you work here? Going to school?”

Samuel holds the case in his hand and says,

“Yes, all three are Juliet's students. I'm playing a part in it. ”

Samuel grabs the gun and points back as if to introduce you to a member.

“The guy in the hat over here is Blake. He plays the electric guitar. He's a composer at Juilliard, who used to play guitar. Don't worry, he's good, and that fat dude over there is Carson. Drummer. Julied Drummer. I've got three guys in the band. ”

Gun shakes Blake and Carson's hand.

“We're about the same age, so why don't you get comfortable? Just call me Kay. I'll call you Blake, Carson. Samuel, make yourself comfortable. ”

Blake and Carson had some difficulties because Kay was too famous, but they immediately opened their minds and said excitedly, just as boys his age were. Samuel's acquaintance is even quicker. Gun sat on the floor of the practice room with three boys, showing them three songs of his choice.

“Actually, we only have six days left, so we're going to see three battles. I like these three songs. Can you tell me what you think? ”

After seeing the list, Blake sighs of relief and says with a brighter face.

“Phew, I was really worried, thank God. It's a famous song. In fact, we at Juilliard know better than anyone how brilliant you are. So I was worried, maybe if I pushed an old song that I'd never heard of on some crazy difficulty level, but I've practiced these three songs before, so I think it's quite possible to sum up a bit more. ”

Carson and Samuel nod and show their faces. Gun smiled as everyone agreed.

“Thank God, everybody agrees. I was worried about you if you didn't like it. ”

Samuel laughs.

“Sambo said to do whatever you say. Even if you had picked a different song, I wouldn't have opposed it anyway. I may have grumbled in the back, but, haha, I was practicing that song with Asturias for two weeks. ”

When Sambo's name came out of Samuel's mouth, his expression was firm.

“I don't feel good talking about snobs without money. Did you guys get hurt? I mean, he just got eaten and didn't get paid. ”

Samuel asked with a surprised face.

“What? What do you mean? Are you talking about Sambo? ”

The gun folds its arms and says, puffing up the ball.

“Yes, that's the only pig I know. ”

Unlike Samuel, who looks surprised, Blake and Carson look at each other with a grumpy look. I stuttered as the case got weird.

“What · · · What's the matter? ”

Carson stood up with relatively few words.

“I don't think I can be with you, Kay. ”

When he looks up at Carson in a puzzled look, Blake wakes up, too.

“I think so, too. I'm sorry. See you later. ”

Samuel got up and grabbed the two arms and said, as he could not speak, looking at the two of them in turn.

“Oh, what's wrong? Sit down for a second. I think Kay's misunderstood. Let's talk about it, talk about it. ”

The two of them stood looking away, feeling offended. You see Samuel sitting with his head turned.

“K. What happened with you and Sambo? He's not like that. ”

Seeing Samuel with embarrassed eyes and curiosity, he said.

“The three of us are very poor. I was born in a family that never dreamed of going to college. I don't have a father, and my mother worked in a restaurant and raised five brothers. Blake is an orphan, Carson's father is handicapped. She ran away as a child. It's all thanks to Sambo that we can study in Julius. ”

The eye is too big to add.

“What · · · ·. What?”

Samuel folds his arms and looks down at the gun.

“Just like you said. Not just us, but one of the kids who lived in the same neighborhood when he was a kid had a dad who was an addict. He's in Harvard now. That was also possible because Mr. Sambo had been supporting him since childhood. Sambo is a hero and he's paying for our lives by putting in a band that we don't need right now. ”

When the gun opens its mouth and turns three, Carson says.

“He's my father's savior and I. I don't want to work with someone who insults him, Kay. ”

Blake also looks down, his arms folded.

“Sambo is a pig with nothing but money? Of course, it may look that way just because it looks like it. By the way, Kay, Don't you think it's right to judge someone when they have the least information? ”

Samuel shoulders Blake and Carson as he is unable to reconnect with the confusion about the case.

“We'll get some air first. I'll be back in a minute, Kay. You should think about it. ”

I left the practice room and stared at the back of three people. Gun remained steady for a long time in that posture and expression.

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