Devil's Music

In Lillian's eyes, she sees Sambo in tears in front of the counter. Sambo couldn't take his eyes off the bright smiling picture of Viking. Lillian shudders at the sight of such a Sambo.

‘Boss! No matter how much people call you the money ghost, we know you're warmer than anyone else. Come on, boss. ’

Sambo was a strong man. It was probably because he had lived like a villain through the years without Vikings. He quickly wiped his face with his sleeve as if tears had been shed. He smiled brightly and welcomed his guests. Gun smiled at Sambo's face as he sang.

‘Strong man. And a good man. ’

MBK finished the stage that day after performing two original songs and two Viking covers. The MBK with thunder-like applause poured out and one encore was barely off the stage after ten o'clock. Clubs that were open until two o'clock in the morning were crowded after MBK went down. Sambo opened the waiting room door to the rest of the band.

Blake and Carson were the first to see each other sitting on the couch, their eyes closed, and they saw themselves leaning against one side of the waiting room and talking to Samuel. Sambo hesitates for a moment, approaching the case and reaching out his hand.

“Kay, well done today. ”

He glances at Sambo, his hand outstretched, smiling and holding his hand.

“I've heard stories. I would have been happier if you had told me in advance. I'm sorry if I misunderstood.”

Sambo looks at Samuel with slightly surprised eyes and sees him nodding slightly. Sambo's eyes became more complex and he saw how tightly he held his hands. The gun smiles, looking Sambo in the eye. Sambo looked at the case and felt that no further explanation was needed.

“Thank you for your understanding. Thank you so much for your performance, and it's been a long time since the club has been active. Haha”

Hearing Sambo's tone, which has not been awkward yet, openly smiles.

“I'm sure it'll be lively from now on. ”

Sambo tilted his head and asked.

“Yes? The show is over, unless another musician like Kay comes along again ·”

Sambo opened his eyes wide as he looked at Sambo and laughed.

“Are you... going to keep on performing? ”

“Yes, Mr. Sambo. I'm going to keep going for a while. ”

Sambo said urgently, holding his hand.

“Are you sure? Are you sure you want to continue? ”

The gun smiled and nodded, and Sambo glared.

“Thank you! Thank you! The Garrity Contract is the same as the other bands, oh no! 5% more! ”

Hearing Sambo's words, I shook my head small.

“Blake, Carson, and Samuel need to pay tuition, so I'll give you Guerranti. My share of Guerranti is to help Mr. Sambo fund the poor. ”

Sambo opened his mouth to the matter.

“Th-that · · · ·”

Samuel smiles and touches Sambo's shoulder.

“I'll give you 50 percent of our money too, Sambo. I'm sorry I can't give you everything for tuition. ”

Sambo stares at Samuel dazed, looking at Blake and Carson sitting on the couch, and he sees them smiling and nodding. Sambo was unable to reconnect.

“Th-this · ·”

Gun said, tapping his shoulder.

“The hard thing to do alone is to work together. I don't know how much longer I can do this. You know, I'm Korean, and Koreans have to go to the military. Until then, I'm going to give it a try. ”

Tears welled up in Sambo's eyes. The sight of him teases him with a finger.

“Haha, Sambo! It's funny to cry with that scary face, haha."

Joining Samuel, Blake and Carson, he makes fun of Sambo. He shakes his head and looks around at the four men standing in front of him. Three children who have been supporting them since childhood are growing up to help themselves. A young man smiles in front of his eyes as he understands who was the other person on the ground and who was trying to make money with him for whatever purpose. Sambo, who was looking at them, hurriedly said that he would cry again if he had more time.

“Thank you, children. Thank you, Kay. ”

The case was formally signed on behalf of MBK and directed to Sambo for donation in full. Gun continued to attend school for a year, performing weekends, and the blues club became a place where visitors could not only stay on weekends, but also weekdays. On the weekends, of course, Sambo's business posture was also commended by many fans and residents of the blue bone marrow in viking's lifetime, making it a club for music.

On the day the case left the club, Sambo, Lillian, and all the members of the club threw a party. Sambo was the first to lose his drink, and the band members who were busy every day in third grade left and returned to the zoo.

Late at night, I saw animals that had grown fond of me as I crossed the hillside path through the entrance to the zoo by myself. When I looked at each of the animals with a loving eye, I saw Sihua, who had just been moved to Gorilla Ranch, holding a cage with a shitty eye. As the gun approached, Shiva reached out her hand and grabbed the edge of the robe. Now, I was one year old, and I was about the same size as an adult gorilla, but every time I saw that I had not forgotten to play with myself every day for the past year, it was a poetry of smoking.

When the gun put out its finger through the cage, Xihwa sucked his finger as he had always done as a child. Now it was a finished poem, but my eyes were a little sad to see a poem that I had as a baby.

‘I'm sorry. I'll see you in two years. I'll be back. ’

As the gun tries to get up from its seat, Xihwa squeaks and shakes his cage as if he's got a gut feeling. As he turned away from us without even looking back, he couldn't hide his anxiety, crying out louder. You take a steady step toward the tiger farm. Several large tigers lie down on the floor and sleep.

In the eye of the gun, the leader of the herd comes in, a pie lying on the tallest rock, begging you to sleep. The pie yawns loudly, making sure you didn't see it, then closes your eyes and puts your head between your legs. Gun greeted Pie with a glance.

‘Pie, the day you became the leader of the herd, I'll never forget the moment I applied medicine to the wounds I fought over. ’

After watching the pie for a long time, I fell apart and went to Ricky at a small ranch. Ricky doesn't fall asleep yet, so he walks around our insides, looking at the case, and comes to the bars. The distance between the cages of a beast is quite remote and untouchable, but the pie sniffs through the cage and smells of gunfire.

Reaching out his hand, he looks at Ricky with sad eyes, out of reach.

“I'll be back, Pie. ”

A brief eye contact with the pie pulls out the phone to the vibration in your pocket.

“Hello?"

“Kay, it's Sharon. ”

“Yes, Professor. You're still up. ”

“I can't sleep. We're leaving tomorrow, right? ”

“Yes, Professor. ”

“Is the Korean army that hard? There's a lot of danger here because you're fighting North Korea, right? ”

“Haha, not really. It's where all Koreans go, and it's where people live. North Korea is just a provocation, but don't worry, it's not common for real combat to happen. ”

“Phew, I'm still worried. There seems to be a fixed notion that Korea is a dangerous place. ”

“Don't worry, Professor. ”

“When will you be back? ”

“Two years from now. I'll probably be discharged during the semester, so I should be able to return in about two and a half years. ”

“Yes, when you get discharged, make sure to contact me before returning. ”

“Yes, Professor. I'll be in touch whenever I can. I can use the phone. ”

“Yes, leave me a message when I get to Korea. ”

When I finished talking with Sharon, who was worried for a long time, I saw a high cage in the zoo and an empty outdoor stage next to him, soaking in old memories.

'I was so happy to come to Julius. I met a lot of people, a lot of things. We're going to be separated for a while, but good luck to you all. ’

It was at dawn that I went up to the stage with no one and sat on my chin and looked at the empty auditorium. And the summer of 2019. Gun entered the military without anyone knowing and quietly joined the force. When I came to the training camp with only my family, I embraced Xihwa, crying and worrying, and watched myself without saying anything and joined the military behind my parents who were unable to speak.

* *

Autumn day after two years.

In front of the Chilseong unit of Satan 7 Hwaseong, Gangwon Province, South Korea. Unlike the rest of the military, a young man with very white skin went out the front door with four sticks on a well-pressed uniform and a double bag. He was a young man who could tell what was so good by pressing his hat firmly, but only his mouth and sharp chin line were handsome enough.

On the way to the Hwaseong bus terminal, a young man who was poking around the market in Hwaseong province entered the terminal with a bun in his mouth. The young man who was looking at the bus timetable bought a ticket and took a seat on the city bus waiting. The handsome bus driver smiled as the soldier carrying a double bag with a sergeant's rank mounted.

“Oh my! You must be relieved! That 'd be great!”

The young man pressed his hat tighter and laughed.

“Yes, I'm discharged. Haha”

“Yeah, it's a really good moment in life. I go home and play hard, but I wake up soon, so I study hard. Come on, get in. We're leaving. ”

“Yes, thank you, sir. ”

There were only about five young people on board, so I took a seat at the window seat of an empty bus and captured the view of Hwaseong city outside the window. As the bus departed, the young man who noticed a little around took off the hat that was pressed firmly. It was slightly burnt, but the face of a pretty young man was still too white for a man. Thick eyebrows, a tall nose blade, and a young man with red lips smiled brightly, looking out the window.

Let's start over! ’

In the fall of 2021, Gim Gun, musician of the soul that rocks the world. Finish your Defense Duty.

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