Devil's Music

It was late at night that Kiska was sitting on the living room couch with the lights on and her scenario house painted empty.

"The Eye of Amduras!" It's obvious. Kiska has my eyes, too! ’

I turned to the sketchbook next to the gun and looked at the paintings or writings of Kiska while making a serious face.

‘I did not paint the note of the wrong place with the sheet music on it. That means there's a difference between Kiska's eyes and mine. I'm a musician, Kiska... a writer? ’

The gun rubs its eyes in your mind.

‘That's why I was able to write based on my mumbling emotions. And it also explains that the ten-year-old's body was as high as that of an artist. ’

It reminded me of what Tchaikovsky said in St. Petersburg, Russia, in 1882.

'Only you and Sergey have been given the Devil of Music. The Eye of Amduras.'

The case looks back at the house of scenarios and touches the glabella.

‘It is unclear whether Amduras' eyes are right. But I'm definitely looking at color in Kiscato like I look at color in painting and music. ’

The gun quietly turns its head, looking at the closed door of the room where Kiska was sleeping with complex eyes and biting his lips.

“I have to teach. You have to learn the world from someone else, and you have to learn the colors from me, Kiska. This is something no one else can tell you. ”

The scenario houses and sketchbooks were organized to silence the sound, opening the door of the room where Kiska slept slightly, checking the sleeping Kiska and returning to his room. The scenario house left in the dark living room with no one was shining light.

The next morning, he scratched his head and came out to drink water. Since morning, he and Kiska were sitting in the living room, writing something on the sketchbook and showing it to Kiska. On the sketchbook, which seems to have been organized by the gun, there were short words next to the square colored with crepes.

[Purple]

Love, Creation, Emotion

[red]

Passion, affection, revolution, savagery, danger, anger, vitality

[Orange]

Energy, Agility, Joy, Satisfaction, Abundance, Restlessness, Joy, Lightness, Health

[Yellow]

Hope, cheerfulness, warmth

[Green]

Comfort, youth, nature, freshness, sprouts

[Green]

Rest, Peace, Stability, Intellectual, Desperate

[Cyan]

The sea, jealousy, the cold wind.

He pointed to the articles written on the sketchbook one by one and explained them to Kiska.

“Kiska, purple, affection, creation, emotion. Well, if you put it simply, the words purple give you the feeling that you love someone, or creative things, or emotional stabilizers. ”

Although Kiska didn't seem to understand half of it, she also tilted her head and opened her eyes as if the case was just a good looking face. Byeong-jun tilted his head as he watched the figure behind him.

“Orange stands for Energy, Agility, Joy, Satisfaction, Abundance, Restlessness, Joy, Light and Health. Writing in this color has a lot of active and energetic emotions. ”

Byung-jun sighed, sitting next to Kiska, looking at what he was trying to explain easily.

“What are you doing? ”

Byeong-jun said with his eyes that he felt pathetic after shaking his hands as if the gun was not disturbing him.

“No, how does a ten-year-old know what energy is and what light is? You know that word when you were that age? ”

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly listened to the humming song of Leontine Price, and I found a note written by Kiska next to the misdirection and handed it to Byungjun. Byeong-jun tilted his head to see the writings and asked.

“What poem is this? That's a lot of hard words. What's a black pony again? ”

The gun nodded.

“That was written by Kiska. ”

Byung-jun looked at Kiska, sitting next to her with her eyes wide open, and turned her head.

“Are you kidding me? I can't even get to thirty soon. ”

When Gun smiled and looked at Kiska, Byeong-jun looked down at the girl with a frown. Byung-jun looked at Kiska, rolling around the floor, looking at her funny face, and asked her with a sketchbook.

“Really, this? ”

The gun nodded and Byung-jun stood up and grabbed his head.

“God! Why don't you give me abilities?" Why are there so many geniuses around me, and I'm the only one who doesn't give you anything? ”

It was absurd to see Bottle Joon stumbling, tearing his head off for so long. Since then, Byeong-jun grabbed his head and ran all over the living room, straightening up his head, and then came to sit in front of the case. Byeong-jun, who was funny, was smiling, rolling around on the couch.

“I get that, but why are you suddenly teaching art? Kiska did a good job of drawing. You're not your specialty, are you? Do you want me to run an art course for you? ”

When Bok-jun, who was affectionate with Kiska, said a loving word, he smiled and shook his head.

“No, it's not teaching Kiska art, it's teaching her literature. ”

Byeong-jun looks strangely at the sketchbook with the gun down.

“This? I think it's just about feeling the color. ”

“Haha, yes. because that's what Kiska needs. ”

Byeong-jun glanced at the case and sighed and put down the sketchbook.

“I have no idea what you're talking about. Yes, geniuses play amongst geniuses. This brother is leaving. ”

“Where are you going? We have to go to school soon. Come with me. ”

“There you go, you damn geniuses. I'll take a cab. ”

“Where are you going? ”

“What the hell do you think you're doing, genius? Hugh, Director Lynn wants you to go. ”

“Director Lynn? Why?”

Byeong-jun got up from his seat and looked down at the case and headed to his room.

“Why are you calling me? The singer's always playing hard-to-get, so let's get to work. ”

When he smiled awkwardly, he went into the room, opened the door, and told Byung-jun who only gave his head.

“Are you really not going to do it? ”

The gun scratched his cheek and looked down at Kiska for a moment, then said:

“Yeah, I'm not really thinking about it right now. But I'll do what I have to do, so please tell Director Lynn. ”

Byeong-jun's face brightened.

“Is it true?"

“Haha, yes, brother. But don't schedule too often. ”

“Haha! Okay! ”

After quickly escorting Bottle Joon out of his clothes, he asked the physician of Kiska when he thought of having a simple lunch with Kiska.

“Kiska, do you know what an avocado sandwich is? ”

Kiska opens her eyes wide, and the gun reveals its teeth and smiles.

“It's yummy, let's go have a yummy sandwich with you! ”

Kiska raises her arms with a smile in her hand.

A few moments later, Logan's bakery pulls him out of the car, holding Kiska. Wearing sunglasses and hats made Kiska cover her face with straw hats and scarves, and went into Logan's shop looking around. Logan, who was cleaning the tray in the shop by himself, said as the drop on the door rang.

“Hurry up! Kay?"

When Gun looked inside the store, he laughed with relief when he saw that there were no customers because it was still before lunch.

“Haha, Logan, it's been a long time. Karen, Logan called me a gun. ”

Logan throws away his towel and leaps out the counter.

“That's what I used to call it when I was a student! You're a big star now! You can call me Kay, too. Haha, how long has it been? It's so good to see you. I've been hearing so much about you. Come on, sit over here! ”

Logan gives up his seat and quickly closes the shop and returns to his seat.

“Don't you do business? If you lock the door, people won't be able to come. ”

Logan shakes his hand.

“It's okay, it's still early to have guests. Have you been better? ”

“Haha, well done, Logan. How are you? ”

“Well, that's me, except for my health. But this little girl in her arms... huff! Keys! Keys! Keys! ”

As Logan calls out his name, he lowers his scarf and opens his eyes in horror. Logan glances at Kiska with his impressive eyes, and the case puzzles.

“What are you so impressed with, Logan? ”

Logan stammers and opens his mouth.

“Kei, Kei. Don't you know how popular Kiska is right now? Kay, my uncle's fans and my aunt's fans are incredibly supportive, even if not like you. Kay, the Kiska mania has been spreading rapidly since the photo students took on SNS when you got back to Julius! Sh, take a picture and go, show off at the store! ”

He smiles at Logan as he listens to him and asks him to take a picture.

“Two Logan's special avocado salads and two glasses of orange juice. Haha”

Logan jumps out of his seat and into the kitchen.

“Leave it! I'll stack avocados like mountains! ”

As Logan disappeared into the kitchen, he smiled and said, pinching his chubby cheeks.

“Our Kiska is very popular, haha."

It was a Kiska who didn't understand what I was saying, but it was a Kiska who was smiling pleasantly as if it was a case of laughter.

When he got his sandwich from Logan's bakery, he came to the school and left it to Corelliano to practice. Every day, he created a scenario and encouraged his professional acting teachers to do their best to advise on the music created by Leontin Price. Federico Marcheti, a renowned acting teacher on Broadway's stage, did not miss the opportunity to teach Kay, and he did his best to train the case. Being scolded and given the opportunity to learn from good teachers about acting, I enjoyed singing, practicing, and having fun with the opera every day. Since the case fell into practice, Kiska, who works with Professor Corelliano, also wrote a scenario and was having a great time writing lyrics to music. As soon as she opened her eyes every morning, she grabbed his hand and urged him to go to school.

And more than 40 days after the practice, the Lincoln Center Opera Hall had a promotional poster announcing Leontine Price's retirement performance.

< Leontin Price Retirement Show >

She sings her life as the daughter of a poor farmer in Mississippi in 1927 and became the first black diva of the opera.

Starring Leontin Price, Kay, and Juliad Opera and Students

Music: John Korilliano, Kiska Miochi

I invite you to her final performance. The proceeds from this show are funded entirely to help children in Africa. Contact us at 158885XX.

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