Devil's Music

I couldn't hide my confused expression from the practice room by myself.

"The money ghost sponsored you? All three of them? Four kids who went to Harvard, like Samuel said? ’

The arrogant expression reminds me of the face of a fat Sambo hiding in sunglasses.

With that face? ’

The gun shakes its head vigorously and thinks.

What's the situation? There's no reason for Samuel or Blake or Carson to lie. So you're saying the fact that you want to make money so badly is for the support of children? ’

It reminds me of yesterday's conversation at Sambo's office.

‘So the will of the Viking meant running a club to support the poor kids? ’

The gun grabbed my head while sitting on the seat.

"Dammit, is this a mistake for Mr. Sambo?"

The gun sits on the floor and grabs its head, and three young men return to the practice room. Samuel opens the door quietly and sits on the floor, bowing his head to the ground and building a smile.

“K. I've come to appease the children. What are you doing, on the floor? ”

The gun raised its head, looking at the three of you, and it stood up and said,

“Hey, I'm sorry! I think he only judged me by what I saw when I didn't know him very well. ”

Blake and Carson sat on the chair, expressing their sincere apologies. Blake told Gunn.

“Don't sit on the floor, let's talk in a chair, Kay. ”

Gun sits down, placing the chair so that four people can sit around him.

“Can you elaborate? If there's anything else you know. ”

Samuel twists his legs.

“He bequeathed his club to Sambo at the time of Viking's death as a testament to the support of his lifelong poor black children. However, Sambo is trying to make money by turning on the lights when the sales of non-Viking clubs are declining gradually and the sponsorship becomes difficult. To make a donation. ”

The gun sighs and shakes its head. He raised his hand and covered his eyes.

“Ha, you don't know that either · · · What should I do? I told Mr. Sambo everything. ”

Carson, who was quiet, opens his mouth.

“I can't pick up a spit, but I can apologize. Be sure to apologize when you get a chance. He's a good man.”

With the gun blindfolded, Samuel nods and shuts up, taking out the bass guitar for a moment.

“Come on, we don't have much time. Let's practice. Get your instruments out and get ready. ”

Sitting on a chair blindfolded, I lowered my hand to my chin and thought for a moment. Seeing Blake hook up the electric guitar opens his mouth.

“Hey, did you guys have lunch? ”

Blake shakes his head.

“No, not yet. Are you going to eat? ”

The gun rolls its eyes with its chin bent.

“Well, why don't you go ahead and get some food? I think I need to change the song. ”

Samuel said with surprised eyes.

“What? I love this song. Why are you being so capricious? I don't have time for another song. ”

The gun stroked his chin and said.

“Art artists are drawings, music artists are music · · ·. Do I have to convey my heart?”

As Samuel looks at Blake and Carson, they shrug. The gun sat down in a chair and thought long and hard about it.

“Come and eat. I'll figure it out in there. I'm sorry for being so fickle. ”

After Samuel sighs, Blake and Carson leave the practice room. The gun is locked in thought without looking at the three of you leaving.

‘I don't want to give you one-dimensional ideas with songs about the meaning of apologies. ’

The gun grabbed my head and grabbed it.

‘You must miss Sambo all the time. Let's sing a Viking song. Two songs will be his song, and one will be Eric's. ’

After clearing your mind, you plug in your earphones and start listening to Viking music. When he opened his eyes and closed his eyes and heard the music for a long time, he saw three young men sitting in front of him when he was intoxicated by the blue and sticky sound he was playing. A slight shock took off my earphones and asked.

“Huh? When did you get here? Have you eaten yet? ”

Blake flinches.

“You've been doing this for two hours. ”

“Huh? Two hours? ”

“Yeah, that was two hours after we ate all our food. What are you listening to? Are you so drunk? ”

When I saw the clock on the wall with a silly look on his face, it was almost 5: 30 in the afternoon. He glanced at the earphone in his hand and said,

“No, I thought it was, like, 20 minutes ago.”

Samuel relaxes his waist and says, "It's been a long time since I sat in a chair."

“So, did you pick a song? We have another part-time job this afternoon, so we should probably get going. Let's just pick a song and break up today. I'll go home and memorize all the instruments for the rest of the night. ”

The gun has been in the same position for a long time without even knowing it.

“The good news is, I've only changed one of Eric Clipton's songs. ”

Blake and Samuel's face brightens. Gun smiles, looking at both faces.

“The rest of us will sing a Viking song. Sambo will sing the song of the person who misses him the most. ”

Samuel asks with a slightly worried expression.

“What song are you going to play? I'm sort of mimicking Viking's music, but if I don't get it right, I might just insult him. ”

Gun said, showing the liquid crystal of the smartphone.

“Well, I want to do 'The Thrill is Gone' and 'Ghetto woman.' Eric Clipton's music is about to change the world. ”

Blake recalls the sound of 'The Thrill is Gone' and nods.

“It's a tough song, but I practiced it because I'm a blues maniac. But, Kay, are you gonna be okay? I don't know about your skills, but the music of the Viking will be just like that if the bluish stickiness isn't turned on. ”

Carson nodded.

“The drums are fine. Like Blake said, Kay's the hardest. ”

When the three young men saw the case, the case revealed its teeth and laughed.

“Don't worry. I don't have to go to school because I'm on a mission approved by Professor Sharon. I don't even do part-time, so I'll have time to practice. Assuming, of course, only three songs. ”

Samuel stands up, clapping his hands.

“Great! Let's finish here today and memorize all the notes by tomorrow! The one who can't remember shoots the rice! ”

“What if I memorize everything? ”

“Then what's the Dutch page? Okay, we're going. Good practice! ”

As Samuel was waving his hands and leaving the practice room with the two young men, he looked at Viking's album jacket on the screen of his smartphone with his shivering eyes holding Haku.

‘I'll catch up to you, Viking. ’

* *

Sambo has been nervous for five days because of an invisible band, rather than a single hair. I changed the rolling banner on the sign two days ago and also changed Homepage's schedule, because I didn't want any problems. Sambo, sitting alone in his office, bites his cigar and smokes and sees the main club homepage floating on his laptop screen.

On the home page was a banner featuring the performance of the White Falcon above the golden B.B. Kings Club. Unlike the musicians' introduction page at the bottom of the homepage, it was a banner that popped up as soon as it entered the homepage. The gun was cut off where the White Falcon was visible, and underneath it was flashing yellow Saturday night at 8: 00.

Sambo, who was smoking cigars with a worried look, yells out to the outside.

“Lillian! Come in for a second! ”

A few seconds later, the first waitress at the club opened the door and raised her head.

“Yes, boss? ”

“Lillian, any news on Kay's band? ”

Lillian smiles slightly.

“I don't know? I haven't heard anything. ”

“Samuel, Blake and Carson aren't answering their phones. You don't think something's wrong? ”

“Maybe you're practicing hard. Wouldn't the Practice Room Manager have reported anything if something had happened? ”

“Mm-mmm · · · The performance is the day after tomorrow, but I'm nervous because I can't see it. Okay, I'm busy. I'm sorry. ”

“No, boss! ”

After Lillian winked, she turned her eyes and looked nervous, looking at the picture of Viking on the wall and the clock next to her. Sambo, who once again sucked the cigar deeply, spit out dark and thick smoke.

“I don't want you to be great, so just keep me out of trouble. Please, boys. ”

Sunday night at 7: 00.

Since 6: 30, 'A Decade of Soul' has been dancing and singing excitedly and amazed at the endless crowds. William was surprised when he counted the customers at every part, not at his vocal part.

"No, how can there be so many guests? When you said Kay was playing in our band, that wasn't so bad, was it? Is this because Kay's singing? They're coming at us endlessly. ’

Teaz was also surprised when he sang.

‘Oh my God! There's no place to sit. There's no place to stand. If there's so many people on the second floor handrail, won't it collapse? ’

Teaz swallowed up the toilet with all the seats full and the people standing there holding the beer. Sambo, who was checking the situation from the counter with the stage, also looked at the elongated watch and sweated coldly.

It was two hours before the show, and I still can't reach him! What happened, you bastards! ’

Once every three minutes, one of the security guards, standing outside the first floor, leaps in and whispers to Sambo.

“Boss, there are too many teenage girls out there. I don't think there's a thousand of them. What do you say? I don't think it's gonna be easy for Kay to get through. ”

“What? Oops · · Go up. ”

In Sambo's eyes, he walked up to the first floor with a staggering footstep, and saw a huge number of teenage girls crouching around on the floor or on the wall. Sambo, who had taken the handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped off the cold sweat on his head, expressed anxiety, saying that he was restless and went around.

Woohoo!

As the phone rang in his arms, he shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled the phone out, as if the suit was torn. Sambo's eyes saw a name on the screen.

Samuel Chandler.

After looking around, Sambo answered the phone in a small voice but spoke in a high tone.

“Samuel! What the hell is going on? Why haven't you heard from me? ”

“Oh, I'm sorry, Sambo. I spent two nights practicing. I'm on my way.”

“You can't come here! If you come through the front door now, you won't get in! You know the basement of the building next door? It's connected to the restaurant and our kitchen through the front door, okay? I'll be right there. ”

“Yes? Oh, I get it. I'll see you there."

Sambo, who hung up his phone, sighed for relief as he looked around to see if anyone had stolen from him.

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