Devil's Music

Charlie Brion newspaper, Paris, France.

François with a large box of donuts was walking around the office with a round pair of donuts handing out donuts to his colleagues.

“Here, take one each. Chief Vincent lives here. ”

François, smiling at his colleagues and handing them doughnuts, said to Bruno, who was wearing horn-rimmed glasses on his bald head and looking through his laptop, that he also had a pair of doughnuts.

“Eat up, Bruno. What are you looking at? There's not much news lately. We're done with Nepal. No news. ”

Bruno squeezed his chin and repeatedly pressed F5.

“Wouldn't you rather be out of the news? We're journalists, man. We starve to death without the news. ”

François flirts with the donuts in his hand, but he looks at Bruno, still looking at his laptop, pulls out a tissue next to his seat and lays it on the floor.

“Eat later, then. I buy a lot and stay. You should eat some on the olive, right? ”

He said, lifting up his takeout coffee cup, which Olivier, who had handed his long hair back to the spring headband, held.

“Donuts for coffee. Give me one, Plane. You got any left? ”

François searches the Donuts box and pulls out a plain donut with a big smile.

“There's one left. Here."

Olivey, who had received the doughnuts from François, sat down with the doughnuts in her mouth and told Bruno next door.

“Still no news? The evening news is closing. What do you think? ”

Bruno turns his eyes slightly and looks at the clock on his desk and says,

“It's only half an hour before the deadline, so I'll look for more. Are you done? ”

Olivier grips the doughnuts with the cut door marks in one hand and says, moving his chin hard.

“I'm done. I'm in the Social Services this month. The Ministry of Social Affairs is constantly breaking news, big and small. But isn't celebrity more convenient? If there's no news leak, why don't you search the celebrity SNS and post a private photo? ”

Bruno shakes his hand.

“Do you need a knight? All you have to do is post a picture and say," Who are you doing? "I'll look it up before the deadline, or I'll post it, but I'll only use that title for a minute. ”

Olivier raised his chin with his hand and clicked on the touchpad on the notebook that had become a screen saver.

“Any news on Kay? That'll work the best. It's been quiet for a month. What are you doing these days?”

“I don't know, it's kind of weird. ”

“What?”

“Does it feel like something is blocking me from getting close to Kay? Isn't it weird that Kay would have to come up with a paparazzi if he knew about it? He's not in Nepal. He's already gone to Korea or America. Isn't it weird that there's not a line of knights or pictures? ”

“Well…… that's true. But he's just a celebrity. Who's stopping him? It's not a matter of national importance. ”

“This is from a retired journalist from Jamaica when I joined, you know? A pioneer in reggae music. ”

“If you don't know, are you a journalist? ”

“Yes, he was classified by the government as a dangerous person and stopped reporters from approaching him. for inciting the common people. ”

“Hehehe, he deserved it. But Kay's not an athlete, and he's not exactly a provocative person who makes political remarks and sings. ”

“Right? I'm a little sensitive, aren't I? ”

“Khh, have a cup of coffee like me then. It clears my head.”

“Yeah, I'm going to look at the Fantasy Home page, and I'm going to have a cup of coffee, and I'm going to go look for a hot girl SNS, and I'm going to post a rough article. ”

Bruno, a desperate bruno, entered the address of the Pantageo website in the address bar, hit enter and told Olivie without even looking at the screen.

“Do you want some of these donuts? I'm not feeling well. ”

Olivier leans over to grab the donuts on Bruno's desk, looking at Bruno's screen and tilting his head.

“Huh? What is that? ”

“What?”

When Bruno saw the black loading display on the banner screen that appeared on the laptop screen, he puzzled.

“What, did I get the wrong address when I came to the Pantagio homepage? Oh, right... ”

The banner floating above the homepage switched to black and white screen after loading. I saw a set of drums in the studio that appeared to be a recording studio, and Olivier came up against the chair and said, watching a slightly wobbly video, as if it were amateur footage.

“Turn it up. ”

As Olivier raises his voice with the keyboard, you hear a guitar tune. After folding up the empty donuts box and returning to his seat, François sees two people sitting next to each other staring through the screen of his laptop and leaning against the partition and asking.

“What is it, you got a story? ”

François intuitively notices that Bruno has something on his laptop screen and runs around the partition, blindfolded and gagged.

“What, what! ”

Someone's leg appears in front of the drum flashed on the black and white screen. The long, dry legs were not sure about the color due to the black and white screen, but they were probably wearing black skinny jeans.

Someone approached the person standing in front of the drum and handed him something. The man in black skinny pants lifts up what someone handed to him and lowers it again.

“What, I think I'm carrying a guitar? ”

“Shh! Quiet! Let's concentrate. ”

As the man in the screen lowered his hand, the guitar came down from above his waist. Olivier snaps at the screen as he rises.

“The White Falcon!!! Caeda!!"

“Ugh! It's true! It's the White Falcon! ”

A group of reporters, sitting in their seats, jumped up and ran to Bruno's seat. Journalists quickly jumped to their seats after reviewing Bruno's footage and began accessing Fantasy's homepage. Bruno presses the space bar and stops the video, then jumps up and shouts.

“Where did Director Vincent go! Tell him to slow down his deadline! ”

The woman sitting by the door quickly got up and quickly entered the deputy room, and immediately, there was a thud and the manager of trouble excelled.

“You heard about Kay? ”

“Yes, sir! ”

“Okay! Cristina! Call the publishing company and tell them to delay the deadline another 30 minutes! You write the Bruno! ”

“Yes! I understand! ”

The troublemaker raises his thumb with a satisfactory smile.

“Well done! I look forward to finding a knight diligently until the end. ”

Bruno smiles, smiling and enters the department room. Bruno, sitting with a pleasant smile, looks at Olivier with jealous eyes and shrugs.

“If you're jealous, why don't you come to the entertainment department? ”

Olivier points to the screen, making a loss of consciousness.

“Just play it fast. ”

After Bruno sat down laughing and playing the video, the man with the white Falcon started playing guitar solos. Whether it was just a practice video or not, the man who was playing spontaneously took off his guitar and stretched out his arm, and someone came and gave me another guitar. Olivier pointed to the screen when he saw the guitar with a long blue neck after holding the guitar's shoulder strap.

“Bass guitar? Do you play bass?”

“A lot of people learn bases when they play guitar. The rules are different, but they have a similar understanding of chords and playing. ”

The lower body only started playing the bass guitar. He also seemed to be practicing, but he saw him play quite well.

“Usually…… do guitarists handle bass guitars that well? ”

Bruno opened his mouth, staring at the screen without saying anything, Olivier looked at the screen and said again, tasting again.

“Huh? Heading for the drums? ”

A man wearing a black skinny sits on a drum and his face is revealed. Bruno jumps up and shouts.

“Cayda! I'm sure! It's Kay!”

The gun smiles and grabs the stick next to the drum, spins around, releases the wrist, and then starts playing the drum solo.

It was a very short performance, but even the double bass groove surprised the two of you. After the performance, the two people who looked at each other shouted at the same time.

“Did you see that? ”

“Is that Kay playing? Really??”

When the two surprised people looked back at the screen, they saw a microphone placed behind the wind screen to record a vocal track. Someone walks into the recording room with no one in it and wears headphones.

Even though it was black and white, when the handsome man raised his head, the brighter thing on the black and white screen swallowed the screen.

Bruno's jaw-dropping ears hear guitars playing with blues. A beautiful guitar note could not be regarded as just beautiful.

A loving voice with a pitiful yearning rang out, and a boy with his headphones on and his eyes closed opened his mouth.

♪ I would be the sunlight in your universe ♪

(I will be the light of your world.)

Sweetheart, if I could change the world.

(O Lord, if only I could change the world.)

And I know there 'll be no more tears in heaven.

(And I know there will be no more tears in heaven.)

After singing in a sweet voice over pseudonym and sincerity, I looked at the camera and smiled beautifully with my thumb up. The screen turned black, white, and colorful handwriting slowly appeared from left to right.

‘The angel is back.) ’

As the letters disappeared as scattered on the screen, a new letter came to mind.

‘He will go to see you soon.) ’

The screen turned black again and soon the playback stopped and the watch was displayed again. Bruno and Olivie, who are staring at the screen with their mouths wide open, come to their senses and speak first.

“Does this mean the album will come out? ”

Bruno shakes his head vigorously, snapping his head at Olivier's words.

“Oh, I'm losing my mind for a second, damn it. I didn't know for sure if it was an album or not. It doesn't say when. ”

Olivier looks frustrated and says.

“What are you doing? I don't even know when it opens. ”

Bruno points to the still screen with a blank expression and looks at Olivier.

“Idiot, don't you understand what this means? ”

“What do you mean? ”

“Fans and journalists who are waiting for more news on the Fantasy Homepage until the day it becomes public will pay attention. ”

Wudang!!

“Hey! It exploded! ”

François knocks the chair down as he gets up. Olivier looks at François and asks.

“What explodes? ”

"The Fantasy Homepage just blew up! There must be a lot of reporters here! ”

Heave-ho.

The door of the deputy room opened wide, and Bang, the manager of the expression described above, shouted.

“Put the knights on the stand right now! Don't be later than the others! ”

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