Devil's Music

After hearing that Gun is looking for him, the players jump in without shoes and carry an instrument. I went to Simba to talk to them, but Timo was right behind me, so I didn't have to bother coming to Simba. Timo looks at Herald and lowers his head slightly. Herald smiles, and this time Timo bows his head deeply in unison.

A short distance away, the chief secretary writhed his eyebrows to see this, but Timo was not hesitant to show the case a dramatic example. While Timo was bringing in the musicians, he and Herald wrote a lyric confirming that the instruments from the musicians were the same as before, and then he began to draw a musical note. Herald sticks close to the gun to see what's funny, keeping his eyes open from the note that the gun is writing.

As if it were a simple song, he handed Timo the sheet sheet sheet music.

“Sorry for calling you out of the blue, chief. Here's the sheet music.”

Timo politely accepted the sheet music with both hands and reached out to the musicians.

“??????????? (memorize the sheet music) ”

After the Sudanese players fell to their knees and greeted each other, they took the sheet music with both hands and knelt on their knees and memorized it. It was a short song, but the musicians who looked at the sheet music and saw it frowned to express what the gun intended, for more than 20 minutes, cringed and fell into practice with only a mute.

As Herald watches, he looks at the gun and says.

“I thought it was a simple song, but it's more complicated than I thought. ”

Gun said with a small smile.

“It's not that complicated, but it's for the best. Just understand a little bit.”

Herald raises his hands and says, "No."

“Understand? I asked too much of you all of a sudden. I just want to thank you for listening. Please thank them later. ”

The gun nods and smiles. If the musicians have finished practicing, they fall facedown to Timo. Timo saw those players and said to the case,

“Practice is over. Let's get started.”

Gun gives Harold a piece of the sheet music.

“Your guitar can start here at 16 words. It shouldn't be too hard just to put in an arpeggio, just in the form of a chord. ”

Herald opens his eyes, looks at the sheet and nods, and the gun directs one of the choreographers to start playing with a nod. The Dampu player quickly bowed his head as he received the gunshot, then dared not to make eye contact and began playing the correct beat with his head lowered.

A frost echoed between the base camp built on the cliff side of the Himalayan Sultan and a hundred journalists gathered for the visit of the U.S. President, a frown from the traditional Nepalese North man, Dampu.

‘Thud! Thud! ’

After Dampu announced the two big beats, he started playing a very slow beat, and a beautiful tune was drawn in the sky of the Himalayas as the sad sound of the hills rose like that of the violin. Herald holds his eyes on the sheet under pressure that he should be good at playing thanks to the camera, and raises his head in shock as soon as he hears the sound of the crescent.

In front of the three musicians who were playing in his eyes, he saw them moving with their arms open and their eyes closed, beating. The gun spins around as if it were a small dance. The movement was very mysterious, like watching Korean traditional dances. Soon after the sound of the flute merged, the music changed. If the hillside is sad and yields a harsh sound, the sound of the flute joins the forge like a fiery furnace infusing hope.

Herald, who was staring at them with surprised eyes, realizes his turn and quickly regains consciousness.

"I, I can't mess it up! ’

Before I even started playing, Herald had a thick, cold sweat on his forehead. Herald clapping his feet and counting the correct beats starts playing the guitar. Herald with an arpeggio in a DM chord looks through the musicians individually to see if they can't believe the musical performance of his band. Everyone closed their eyes and showed the best concentration they could. Herald had time to look back at the musicians as it was a relatively easy chord process.

When it was his turn to hear the song, Herald fixed his gaze on the gun. Covered by a hot beard, the visible eyes and sharp nostrils did not obscure the beauty of the case. I couldn't see my mouth because of my beard, but I opened my eyes wide because Herald, who could not take his eyes off the dancing bulb with the happiest smile in the world with his eyes filled with laughter, cried out at the same time.

Herald guessed the atmosphere of the song because he wrote the lyrics together, but he was surprised to hear his song because he didn't draw the vocal melody line when the gun made the musical notes. The voice was like a woman's soprano. A very beautiful man danced in the dense blossom against the majestic mountain range of the Himalayas, singing arias of a chorus that did not match the dance.

Love where there is hatred

(Love where there is hatred)

contention where there is forgiveness

(Forgiveness where there is quarrel)

split where there is Coincide

(Matches where there is a division)

despair where there is Hope

(Hope where there is despair)

Herald's eyes are so big that they can't get any bigger. For him as a human rights lawyer, the song felt like he had real power to move a lot of people. My eyes trembled and I took a step to the cliff, spread my arms out, and sang toward the snow.

Understanding rather than understanding

(Understanding rather than understanding)

Give comfort to others rather than comforting others

(comfort rather than comfort)

To love others rather than to love others

(Rather than being loved)

The short play ended with the last lyrics of the case. A lot of people were watching after the performance, but no one cheered. because the dance son-in-law was going on. The gun dances like a madman, as if an inaudible music was being played. Herald, who is staring at it, quietly places his guitar next to him.

Herald crouches his chin and looks at the gun, raising his head to approach the gun. The gun does not stop dancing blindfolded as if Herald didn't even know it was coming. Herald starts dancing along the gun in an awkward pose. The eyes of Herald, who was squeaking and dancing for the first few seconds, closed. The laughable son-in-law of Herald soon melted in harmony with the dance.

One of the journalists, who was stunned, looked at him, was furious and quickly picked up the camera and detonated the flash. Journalists who were with him pushed their minds to the flashlight, pushed their cameras into the frenzy, and photographed the rare dancing scene of the President of the United States. The camera's flash bursts and the gun opens its eyes. The silent head bows and breathes gives you a smiling face as you hold up your dance duties and look at Herald looking at you.

Herald shouts with a smile on his face, his arms wider open and hugging.

“The angel of the poor! Juilliard music genius! Savior of Nepal! None of those modifiers were false at all! Hahahahaha! I'm so glad I'm not lying! Hahaha”

The thing in Herald's arms just smiles. Herald hugs the gun for a long time, then taps his back, grabs the gun and sits on a clifftop rock. Herald smiles and looks at the senior secretary looking at him from a distance, looking at him sitting next to him. Then the chief secretary approached the marble and said.

“No more filming. The president has something urgent to say to Kay. ”

The quartz retreated without a word. It was because I saw the President's bodyguard pushing reporters too far. When the camera team that put all the cameras into the camp retreated to the line designated by the guards, Herald spoke out in a voice to the gunman.

“It's worth coming all the way from America, your voice has power. Your voice is full of the power to move people, not physically. ”

“Is that so?"

“Well, Kay wasn't an athletic student, so you've never called her an activist. An activist is a song that he sings when he protests, and he has a message to encourage people and to try to open their eyes to the truth. When you sing this song during a demonstration, you all feel the same way. Similarly, there is some power in your songs. ”

The gun tilts its head and asks.

“I'm not an athletic student, but how do you know? that I was a student. ”

Herald apologizes.

“No one can meet the president of a country. Furthermore, I am the President of the United States. When you meet someone, you do all the research on them. I'm sorry, but Kay was also reported on how she grew up in Korea and what her past was. even pictures of you as a child. ”

Herald urgently said that he saw his face stiffen to make the case a little worse.

“I didn't mean to. It's just a routine White House procedure, so I hope you don't feel bad. It was my sincerity to come here and smile with you, to sing with you, to empathize with you. ”

He nods and acknowledges Herald's face for a moment.

“If you're the president of the United States, you need to do that. ”

“Haha, thank you, Kay. You understand.”

“No, it doesn't make any sense. ”

“Oh, the chief secretary who did some research on Kay found something interesting and brought it as a gift to Kay. I was very surprised, but it was not worth investigating, so I just wanted to give it to you as a gift. ”

Herald pulls out an envelope from his arms.

“Take a look. You'd be surprised. ”

After the gun tilted its head and received the envelope, a picture appeared. The Herald who saw him spoke.

“Amazing, isn't it? Even the chief secretary was surprised. It's from 1957, haha."

My hands trembled when I looked at the picture. Herald laughs at that.

“I knew you'd be surprised, haha. It's a picture of an unknown child, but it looks exactly like your childhood. ”

Elvis Presley smiles brightly with a guitar in his photo. In the lower left of the photo, click 'Since 1957. Florida Tampa, William V. It had a signature called Robertson.

Above the signature was the case of a childhood singing with a smiley face.

Ends in an Earthquake

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