Devil's Music

Sambo shakes his fat body and opens the kitchen door of the club. The chefs, who were cooking like crazy with a rushing spell, stopped and saw Sambo panting. A big black man who looked like a chef dropped his skillet and approached and asked, plucking the moisture off his hands.

“Boss? Can I help you in the kitchen? ”

Sambo shakes his hand at the chef, sweating coldly.

“No, nothing! Vee, get out of the way! ”

As the chef stepped aside the path of the narrow kitchen, Sambo rushed past the narrow path between the steel shelves, smashing the shelf with his stomach and back. When the chef barely stopped seeing the bowls on the shelf because of Sambo, he shook his head as he saw the back of Sambo running in a hurry.

Sambo, who was standing in front of the side door, who could go from the kitchen to the next building, was anxious and went back and forth waiting for the band. Soon after a knock came on the door, a semi-colored Sambo unlocked the door and opened the door and flipped over.

“Samuel! I'll be back early! ”

Immediately after opening the door, Kay stares at himself in front of the door in Sambo's eyes, calling out Samuel's name. Sambo wiped his cold sweat with a handkerchief.

“Kei, Kei. There you are.”

He said with a slightly awkward look.

“Oh, yeah, Sambo. It's not too late?”

Sambo said, shaking his hand as if to get inside quickly after looking at the watch.

“It's not too late, but we need to check the instruments quickly. Samuel, Blake, Carson! You guys, come on in. ”

When Gun and the band kids ran out of the kitchen with their instruments on, the chef who saw him waved the ladle.

“No! Someone keeps coming into the kitchen! Crazy bitch!”

Sambo said the last time he passed in front of the chef.

“I'm sorry! Get to work!”

Sambo arrives at the last hall, calling Lillian, who was serving when the band was out of sight.

“Lillian, where's Kay? ”

Lillian points her finger at the band waiting room.

“I just went in there. ”

Sambo lets out a sigh of relief and wipes off his cold sweat. On the stage there was still a stage of 'A Decade of Soul' led by Tiz and William, and people were shaking to the rhythm of the exciting blues, but they kept circling around, waiting quickly, and they knew they wanted the stage to start. Sambo lays his hands on his waist and looks up at the stage. He enters the office and sits down heavily on the couch.

“Phew! I'm losing weight. ”

Sambo took out the cigar that was on the couch, bit it, lit it, and sucked in the smoke for a long time.

“Phew! I hope there's no problem. But you didn't even ask me what song I was playing. There's no way Kay's gonna play music other than blues, is there? If you had any sense, you wouldn't be playing anything else at the blues club. ”

In Sambo's office, a sigh of uneasy cigar smoke and anxiety burst out constantly. Sambo was busy telling the girls who were waiting outside the first floor to tell them that Kay had already gone in and disbanded her, and coming back alone to check on the discomfort of the guests. Sambo, who was working hard because it was a rare boom lately, eventually began to take off his suit and help with the serving.

After a long time, I escaped from my master and served, and my old memories came back to me. Lillian, who saw Sambo serving with a happy smile full of faces, was also happy to see his bright smile for a long time. Shortly after the stage of 'A Decade of Soul', the band descended, cheered by the audience, and the noise of the crowd grew.

Sambo instructed the counter to turn on B.B. King's music during breaktime as always. Immediately, his bluish music echoes through the murky hall and the hall regenerates. After about 10 minutes, the people who were having a pleasant conversation began to look around. It was because the show was coming up.

Soon after the band members came up one by one and began to inspect the instrument, the audience became louder and louder.

“Honey, when's Kay getting out? ”

“I don't know. I came to see Kay. Why can't I see him? ”

“Let's get started!! ”

Sambo watched the audience's reaction and begged Lillian because Kay was still not out of the waiting room.

“Lillian! Where's Kay? Where's Kay going and they're the only ones out there? ”

“I don't know, I still have a few minutes left, so why bother? Not like a boss?”

When Sambo revealed his urgency to Lillian for no reason, Carson, who was sitting on the drum, crossed the drum stick and counted the beats, immediately started playing with Samuel's bass guitar, shaking his head at her pinkie. Screams erupted from the corner of the hall as the audience looked around to find the invisible matter even though the performance had begun.

“Tsk!! Kaya!”

“Ahhhh!! Kay!!"

The heads of the people twist back to the place where the screams burst out. Sambo also stopped with two beers in his hand and saw the place where he heard the screams.

A wireless jack was connected to the White Falcon between the seats. I continued to play drums and bass and looked at the audience with a smiley face. When people saw that and cheered, they smiled a little and showed one hand and suddenly jumped onto the table with the guest.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!! ”

The gun leaps across the table and approaches the table in the center of the hall. The people who were seated moved over to one side of the table as if they were trying to make it easier for the gun to jump over the table. The gun laughed and passed by with open hands of the audience. Started from a table close to the gun, the action was transmitted to all tables in the same row as the gun did high-fives. Everyone waits for the gun to come, putting the food and liquor from their table aside, and seeing the empty table leaps up to the table and high-fives with the audience.

That's when Blake's guitar reef began, and the gun finally stood on the table of eight people in the center of the hall. As soon as I got to the table, the blues adlib started playing in the hands of the Haku. It was a B.B. King song, but Adrip from the gun's hand was as unfamiliar as his original. However, the blue feeling was so vivid that the audience immediately put their hands on their heads and started clapping.

The employees who were going back and forth to digest the spell paused and stood on the table, closed their eyes and saw the guitar hit. Lillian opens her mouth without knowing it, her eyes slightly closed, her eyes slightly frowned, her head slightly shiny, and her gun on a white tuxedo and her white Falcon more dazzling than her tuxedo.

‘It's really cool · · ·'

Sambo stared blankly at the case while still holding the beer in both hands.

‘What · · · You play blues that are genius but hardest to feel at this level in a few days? Is that what you're suggesting? ’

The episode lasted about two minutes. On the table, the guitar continues to play and jumps off the stage. Blake stops playing first and looks at the gun. The gun smiles, making eye contact with Blake. The guitar stopped, but the drums and bass continued to play. Guns clasped their heads together to the bass tune dancing on a drum beat and said,

“Hello, everyone. This is Kay from Julius.”

Excitement erupted from the audience. On the continuing drums and bass, a voice rises.

“We are the Blues Band ‘MBK’ of Julius' students. It means" I miss Viking, "the king of Blues. ”

Again, the cheers of the blues fans burst from the audience.

“Yes!! Keith knows something! ”

“Great MBK name! Sing something! ”

Seeing the audience throwing a gun, he revealed his teeth and laughed. Several female audiences grabbed his left chest and fell down on the table.

“The first is a song written by our band on top of B.B. King's original song. The name of the song is" The age is gone. "Listen to me."

Blake's guitar reef gently mounted over the drums and bass as a big cheer erupted around the female fans. The gun puts a short drip of blues over Blake's leaf and puts it on the microphone.

The age is over

It's over now.

The age is over, Baby.

The time is over.

The audience was surprised to show each other the creeps on their arms as their voices burst out, scratching their throats full of breath. His voice felt as alive as Robert Johnson's.

When Sambo finally woke up and brought the beer to the customer who ordered it, he tilted his head to see Sambo singing the case.

Is that an original song? It's too different from the original. ’

The gun closes its eyes and sings with a heavy adrip.

I'm not doing it wrong, but people are pointing at me.

I'm not wrong, but people are pointing at me.

And I will apologize one day.

And one day you'll apologize.

Sambo said as he made eye contact with himself, he hardened his body. Sambo's eyes showed stubbornness in the case's eyes and his belief that his thoughts were right. Gun picks up the microphone again, playing passionately.

The age is over

Age is over.

B.B. King has already left us.

(The Vikings are already long gone for us.)

The age is over, Baby.

(Times are over, Baby.)

I've already gone far from us.

(He's already far away from us.)

Although I will still live,

(Although, I will still be alive,)

I'm walking on this road so lonely.

(I must be walking this path so lonely.)

The audience was cheering for a song full of blush, but Sambo was not. It was as if he was saying what he wanted to say to the world with his mouth. The big screen behind the band playing with the gun shows a live picture of Viking. In the photo, a song goes out in front of Viking's bright smile.

You know, I'm not free.

I'm not free, you know.

No, I'm free Baby

(No, I'm free, baby)

He wants me to be good.

(He wants me to be good.)

He'll be looking at me with a smile.

(He'll be looking at me with a smile.)

Thick tears poured down from Sambo's eyes, fixed in the picture of Viking.

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