Devil's Music

A few days have passed since then, but Kiska has left no notes on the sketchbook. I sighed as I watched Kiska continue to draw only skewed pictures that looked like doodles and guns.

‘Hmm…… Is it because Kiska is stuck at home everyday? Why don't we give him something to change his mind about? ’

When I came to Gregory that way, I sat in the library, as always, and met Gregory, who was emitting cigar smoke.

Gregory opens his eyes wide with a cigar in his hand to see if he heard anything unexpected from Gun.

“The zoo? You're going to the zoo in Kiskawa? ”

“Yes, Gregory. Kiska's too trapped. No matter how important safety is, if a girl that age is at home, she can't help recover her emotions. ”

Gregory nods and asks if he agrees with the idea that it is for Kiska.

“Which zoo? ”

“The Bronx Zoo. at New York's West Palms Square Station. ”

“Oh, there. I know. Um... I'll call ahead, so why don't you close it up and go? ”

“How do I get in after it's closed, Gregory? ”

“Haha, have you forgotten who I am? There's nothing I can't do. I'll call ahead. Go after closing time. ”

“Oh... right, right. I understand.”

“We've got to get the least security personnel. ”

“Of course.”

More than five p.m.

I was looking at the car parked at the fountain in front of the main house, holding Kiska's hand.

‘W-what…… minimum security personnel! ’

I saw over 200 members of the organization getting ready to ride in front of the car, and there were roughly over 50 black vehicles lined up in the garden.

It was fortunate that he cared about his eyes when he went out and hid the pistol in his arms, not the machine gun.

"Even though all these cars are in the garden, they don't look empty! How many square feet is this house? ’

The car left as soon as Bentley GT took hold of Kiska's expressionless hand. In the car with Gun and Kiska, only the driver's seat and the passenger seat were armed with mafia members, but the other car, full of big cars, sat down and moved.

We arrived at the Bronx Zoo shortly, but we were unable to get out of the car until the escort crew had cleared the perimeter. After a long while, I got a signal to get off the car and sighed.

‘What a pleasure, Hugh. ’

After seeing the members of the group surrounding the zoo at 2 m intervals, he sighed again and held Kiska's hand and climbed up the zoo hill.

Thanks to the members of the group guarding far away even in the zoo, Kiska and her two spent some time together to introduce Ricky, Pie and Shiva.

Kiska opened her eyes and was busy looking at the animals, seeing the three animals that always greeted her. Gun smiled and introduced several animals, but I didn't realize that Kiska had come to the zoo for the first time.

Seeing the birds' cage far away with the guitar on their shoulders, they climb up the hill to the cage holding Kiska's hand.

Kiska opens her eyes and raises her head as she sees dozens of birds flying up in a large cage with their wings forcefully flapping. The gun smiles and gives out a sketchbook.

“Picture. Do you want to draw? You have to sing to the birds next to you. ”

After turning his head and fixing his gaze on the sketchbook, Kiska looks back at the cage and picks up the sketchbook and climbs up on the nearby bench, straightening her legs.

When I got the crepes out of the guitar bag, I spent a long time listening to the birds, but I focused on the sketchbook Kiska drew.

Kiska painted a few birds with black crepes and colored them in various colours.

Although it was a crooked picture, Kiska looked at the birds with serious eyes and drew again as if she were a famous painter. Seeing the cute Kiska look, I thought as I watched the year that she was smiling away.

‘I don't want Kiska to say anything. I don't want to use him. I want him to tell the world. Let's not be hasty. ’

When I closed my eyes, I started singing with Kiska. Kiska was looking at the leader case instead of drawing a picture as the beautiful voice began to appear.

Gun forgot to be with Kiska for a while and fell in love with the song. Kiska suddenly picks up a pink crayon and writes something on her sketchbook, staring at the side of her focusing but smiling and singing.

On the white sketchbook, there was a picture of birds and a sentence written in pink on the top right.

But I'm different.

Everything is different. Me and you, and now the person next to me.

I will not miss you anymore.

Because now everything is precious.

For a long time, I fell in love with the song and spit out a luscious vocal. I finished the song feeling unfinished. When I opened my eyes quietly, I saw the back of Kiska looking up at the sky with her hands in front of the cage.

Birds flew up in surprise as Kiska approached and lifted her hand, but it looked like the birds were dancing to the gestures of Kiska's hands.

Noticing that there were no sketchbooks in Kiska's lifted hands, he turned his head to look at the sketchbook on the bench and smiled brightly.

‘But I was different. Everything was different. Me and you and the person next to me...... I won't miss you anymore, because everything is precious now. Kiska! Haha. ’

His eyes sank deeply as he looked behind Kiska with a joyful look.

‘The song is complete. ’

After a late night visit to the zoo, Kiska was very light on her way home.

It was Kiska running around with a shotgun to see if the air outside I had taken in a long time, but it was a bit of a shame that she still didn't have a face. When I asked if I wanted to come to the zoo again, my expression brightened as I twisted my fingers in an unusual way.

When he returned home, Bottle Joon, lying scratching his stomach on the couch with his panty wind, raised his hand after taking Kiska to his room.

“Hey, you bastard! Did you enjoy your date? ”

Guns drop their guitars and spill their eyes on the couch.

“Put some pants on, man. And don't say such filthy things to Kiska. ”

Byeong-jun put his hand on his butt and laughed as he scratched a lot.

“Really? How'd it go? ”

The gun frowned and nodded. Byeong-jun stood up and shook his shoulder as his head nodded.

“Really? It's done? ”

Gun glanced at Bottle Joon's hand, holding his shoulder.

“Oh, come on! Hands on your ass! Let go!”

Byeong-jun shouted without hesitation.

“Tell me! Are you sure you're done?”

The gun wakes up, grabbing his shoulder.

“Hey, I'm going to take a shower. Please tell Director Lynn that we're almost done. ”

“Oh-ha-ha, got it! Hold on, Gun! Gun, wait! ”

The thing about going into the shower turned around, and Bottle Joon asked.

“You don't just use a guitar when you record, do you? How many instruments are there? ”

The case stood up for a moment and said.

“Five total because it's a triple guitar, a bass, a drum. ”

Byeong-jun grabbed the sofa backrest and stood up.

“So we just need to get four Session Men out of here, right? Bass on two guitars, drums. ”

He frowned and said as he went into the shower that the gun was uncomfortable on his shoulder.

“You don't have to be prepared. I'm on my own. ”

Byeong-jun yelled at me for disappearing into the shower.

“What? Are you gonna record all those instruments by yourself? Answer me and go! ”

Byeong-jun suddenly picked up his phone while making a silly face.

“Ah! Director Lynn! I'm sorry, is it still morning? ”

“It's okay, I'm already at work, sir. Is something wrong? ”

“Oh, that! Gun completed the song! ”

“Oh, that's good news. I should prepare to record. We'll have a studio near New York soon. I'll call you when I have a studio scheduled. How many Session Men do I have to prepare? ”

“Ah…… I just talked to him about it, but he's going to record it all by himself without a session man. ”

“Umm... really? Gun has learned bases and drums from Korea, so it should be possible.... ”

Byeong-jun hit his forehead. It's because I forgot that Gun learned various instruments from the top teachers in Korea.

“Oh, right, I forgot. ”

“It would be a problem if the quality of the recorded music was poor, but it wouldn't be because of you. So I'll check the studio schedule. ”

“Yes, I do. I'm sorry, he's in China. ”

“No, it's dangerous, and the dean only cares about your safety. ”

“Yes, Director. ”

“Is there anything else to report? ”

“Ah…… someone else wrote the lyrics to this song. ”

“Hmm? Really? Who are you?”

“Well, that's what this kid in the sketchbook wrote about. ”

“That joke is not funny. But sometimes it's a funny joke, so don't lose your nerve. I'll hang up then.”

“Hey, Director! Director!”

Chit

Bottle Joon looked at the liquid on the phone that had already been cut off and saw a sketchbook protruding from the guitar bag left behind with the gun scratching his head.

“It's true... ”

Moving room on the 12th floor of Pantazio Square, China.

Lynn, who hung up her phone, switched to an intercom without leaving her handset and told her assistant.

“It's me. Tell the New York staff to book a studio. where you can record a Class A musician, and you only have to borrow it for three days. Then please.”

Lin, who hung up the phone, thought about knocking on the table with a fountain pen.

‘I'm going to record this on my own……. ’

Lynn's brain began to spin rapidly, unrivaled in marketing. Her dazed eyes move relentlessly.

‘Playing all the instruments by yourself is not possible when live…… then……. ’

Lin jumps up and picks up the phone again.

“It's me. Get me a music video director. We have less than 40 people on the steps, and we get to New York as fast as we can. I'll go with you, so get ready quickly. ”

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