Devil's Music

JFK International Airport, New York

Norman Lebrecht, who looks tired from a long flight, breathes a breath of cold winter season as he draws a small carrier. After the immigration, he left the airport door and went to the smoking booth on one side, where he caught a cigarette and lit a fire. After a long time of burning cigarettes, he suddenly felt dizzy because of the first cigarette. He closed his eyes for a moment, balanced, and frowned, looking down at the cigarette on his finger.

“I have to go.”

Unlike what he said, he took the cigarette back to his mouth, and when the vibration rang in his arms, he took the phone out of his pocket and checked the liquid crystal, and he answered the phone with a rebound.

“Uh, me. I'm down now, Abraham. Where are you?”

“Yes, sir. Airport parking. How many exits to gate number? ”

“Uh, here's the smoking room, between gate 23 and gate 24. ”

“Yes, sir, I'll be right there. One moment please. ”

When Norman Lebrecht hung up his phone, he saw New York shining out the window of the smoking room booth and burst smoke.

Three years? No, a little more. It was my last visit to the Bronx Zoo. ’

Just three years ago, Norman Lebrecht looked down at his creepy arm, recalling a performance at the Bronx Zoo.

‘My mind still gives me goosebumps. It's been three years, but I haven't forgotten the feeling. ’

A man with horn-rimmed glasses comes to Norman's eyes, looking down at his arm, and a brown head sprinting across the airport. Norman, who lighted his cigarette, raises his hand and shouts, opening the door to the smoking booth.

“Abraham! Over here! ”

Abraham, who smiled brightly as Norman's eyes met, ran out screaming.

“Teacher!! How long has it been? Hahahaha."

When Abraham ran out with his arms wide and hugged Norman, he smiled.

“Yes, how are you? ”

“Yes, sir! All right, let's get to the car. ”

“Sure. Thanks for coming to get me. ”

“Haha, no problem. Of course I do. Come on, let's go. ”

Two people boarding the shuttle bus to the parking lot boarded Abraham's luxury car. Abraham, who loaded Norman's luggage into the trunk, sat in the driver's seat and looked at Norman in the passenger seat.

“Well done. You must have had a hard time getting here from London. Haha, if Kay had studied in England, he would have been better. He's a student studying in the United States, so you must be having a hard time. ”

Norman grins.

“Haha, just like that. It's hard to fly for long periods of time now that I'm old. Where's Kay? ”

Abraham looks bored and says:

“It's a practice triangle in Julius. Journalists are camped out in front of Julius every day, but Fantasy is blocking their access in advance. In Kay's rehearsal time, the Julied Opera House is guarded by over twenty security personnel. Funny thing about the Pantageos is they say you can't meet them unless you get an interview in advance, and when you do the formal interview request, Kay repeats that he's too busy practicing to do the interview. I don't know what the public thinks they have the right to know. ”

Norman smiles and is told.

“Isn't it for the press to violate individual human rights and confidentiality for the public to know? What are you talking about, haha. Does it infringe the public's right to know that a musician practicing for a perfect performance does not give time for an interview? Haha, don't be ridiculous. ”

Abraham gives a playful look.

“Haha, I'm laughing. Journalists like me starve if people like Kay don't give them a story. ”

Norman puts on his seat belt with a smile on his face.

“Haha, don't let that sound get in the ears of the people you're covering. I won't be able to get an interview again. ”

Abraham starts and laughs.

“Haha, that's why I contacted you as soon as I heard you were coming. I was wondering if we could look at Kay's face next to her and ask her a few questions. ”

Norman looks at Abraham's side with a dazed eye.

“What? Don't you know I've never seen the shadow of Kay's face in a performance at the Bronx Zoo? There's no personal connection. I'm just here to see the show. Of course, I didn't expect to see him so soon. ”

Abraham smiles at the steering wheel.

“Haha, I know. You're gonna try anyway, aren't you? I'm more likely to see you than I am to be a journalist. Is this a deliberate favor? ”

“What? Hahaha. You got this.”

Abraham starts the car slowly and says,

“Which hotel are you? ”

Norman looks at the watch on his wrist and shakes his head.

“It's early to get to the hotel. Let's go to Julius.”

Abraham turns his head and says with a bright face.

“Yes? You're leaving right now? ”

“Haha, I don't know if I'll be able to meet you, but if you go there every day and look at your face, you'll meet me once. Why don't you just go and ask him and eat if you don't want to? ”

“Haha... A musician who can beat Norman Lebrecht to death. I envy you.”

“Haha, it's not a door slam. Because what I came here for wasn't delivered. And I'm not that great. It's just that musicians who beg for good criticism make time in advance. ”

Norman casts his gaze out the window the last time he said that, then falls asleep slowly. After a long time, Abraham arrives in front of Julius and shakes his sleepy Norman.

“Sir, we're here. ”

“Huh? Oh, right. You're early.”

“Haha, you've been asleep for over an hour. You must be very tired. ”

“Has time already passed? Haha, this is bad. ”

Abraham came down first, smiling, ran to the passenger seat and opened the door, and Norman smiled bloody.

“You show me the end of your father, Abraham. ”

Abraham smiles with audacity.

“Haha, won't you let me accompany you when you get a chance to meet Kay? ”

“Phew, I can't blame you for your audacity. ”

“Hehe, let's go. ”

Those traveling from the underground parking lot to the Opera House were soon stopped by a security guard in a black suit. Security personnel politely asked the visitor not to be intimidated in advance.

“This area is a temporary off-limits area because performers at upcoming opera performances are practicing. Sorry, please use the other corridor. ”

As Norman predicted, he took a business card out of his chest and gave it to the security guard. A security guard looks down without receiving his business card, raising his eyes and asking.

“What is this? ”

Norman wags his business card with a bloody smile.

“Can you just go and tell Kay I'm here? The name is on the business card. Please.”

A security guard with a business card picked up the radio to see if it was difficult to refuse the politely handed request.

“Principle, this is underground parking lot three. We have a visitor for Kay. His name is Norman Lebrecht. He's a music critic from the U.K. I hope you get a doctor. ”

“Branch. Wait. ”

Abraham quietly looked up and down at the security guard looking at the two of them with a radio.

“Hey, sir. If Kay says he'll meet with you, will Kiska Miochi be there with you? ”

Norman nods at Abraham as he approaches.

“If you're Kiska Miochi, you're the young genius who wrote Kay's new lyrics. I've seen pictures of cute little kids on the Internet with Kay. ”

“That's right, sir. He's not a celebrity, but he's got a lot of attention right now. because they're so pretty and cute and they're smarter than Kay. ”

“Well, I heard you're going to the opera. ”

“Yes, the overall music director is said to have written by Professor John Korilliano, the scenario by Professor Leontin Price, and Kiska Myochi has participated in the work of writing lyrics to suit the scenario of John Korilliano's song. The ten-year-old writes the lyrics to an opera performance. My daughter can't even write a lyric. ”

“Haha, genius always surpasses the imagination of the culprit. If there's a Kiska Miochi in the practice room, let's invite him along. ”

“Principle. Bring her back politely. ”

Finally, a cheerful voice comes from the security guard's radio, and Abraham, who unwittingly raises his hand, shouts for joy.

“Ouch!! I knew it!!"

Norman also smiles to see if he was excited and happy to meet Kay first. Following the security guard's instructions, the two seated in the cafe next to the Opera House roam around the empty cafe, waiting to be handed over with their chests. About three minutes later, Abraham stopped breathing as the back door of the opera house opened and a beautiful young man's face appeared.

“Phew · ·”

As soon as I opened the door, there was no one around, a beautiful man who made eye contact with himself smiled brightly. The long arms and legs were no different from the Westerners, but Abraham took a deep breath without knowing it, as a man who looked longer and slimmer than the rest of the Westerners.

Wh-what kind of man looks so beautiful? '

As the gun approaches, Norman gets up from his seat with a smile on his face and extends his hand.

“Haha, K. Greetings, Norman Lebrecht. ”

Gun grabs his hand tightly and smiles.

“Nice to meet you. You've never spoken before, have you? ”

“Haha, that's what happened. Thank you for taking the time to speak with me. Have a seat.”

Gun turns to Abraham as he sits in his seat of authority, and he touches his back.

“I'll tell you in advance. This is Abraham, a reporter for the Herald of New York. Are you uncomfortable with the press? ”

The gun shakes its head and gives Abraham a hand.

“No, it's good to see you, Abraham. ”

Abraham smiles brightly and holds out his hand.

“Oh, good to see you. If you said your companion was uncomfortable, he would have avoided your position. Thank you for your permission. ”

Abraham urgently said, as the case laughed, he wanted a chance.

“Do you mind if I write an article about today's meeting? If you feel uncomfortable, I promise not to write anything under my name. ”

The gun bares its teeth and smiles.

“You may use it. It bothered me that I had to avoid requesting interviews from reporters. ”

“Haha, thank you. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to record this. ”

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