Devil's Music

Kneeling in front of a small memorial stone on a lighted stage, the woman soon grew up to be in her mid-20s. A bundle of fireworks sits on top of the gravestone, and she looks down at the gravestone and opens her mouth with sad eyes.

People are born with the tragedy of having to grow up.

You have to leave your nest and your resting place and go to the battlefield of life.

To lose everything that I loved and to love.

Maybe it's not a tragedy that I have to rebuild.

Why is it that the depth of love can only be realized by the pain of separation?

Love is a path for you.

Love becomes a cliff to itself.

Love is every name in the world.

Love is everything the world has to say.

Chris, my darling Chris, are you watching me?

I regret it.

More love, more expectations.

There are many things that I regret, that I have publicly empathized with you.

You just thought I had a bad temper.

There's no reason for you to understand my sentiment.

Not one word of apology to you for just smiling and understanding me.

I regret not being able to do it now.

The woman does not burst her emotions, but just looks down at the tombstone quietly and sings as if the old woman is reciting it. It approaches the audience with resonance greater than an emotional explosion. When an audience with an elongated tear or angry face cannot control the emotion that rises. The matter of wearing white has reappeared. Some of the audience mistook Chris for being back alive and tried to cheer, but seeing the gunned outfit, they soon shook their heads and looked discouraged. The gun approaches the desperate woman, inflating the ball over her head and blowing the wind. A loud wind sounds like an acoustic effect, and the head of a woman who lowers her head is scattered in the wind. Suddenly, the wind blows and she looks around. Tears poured down from the eyes of a woman who had never exploded her emotions before. A woman who was looking for something, turning her old head to the left and to the right, hurriedly got up, put her hands together in her chest, and sang.

Chris, is that you?

If only I could be with you for just a little while.

I can give you my dream.

Glad we could be together for a little while.

without being angry that they don't like it more

I'm satisfied with how much I like you.

You don't blame me for riding.

I'm thankful that even the most pathetic love can be made.

I'm not tired of giving love.

It hurts me that I can't give you more.

I'm confident I'll keep it clean for a long time.

Chris, is that you?

Did this wind bring you back to me?

A woman's face floods with tears and blows around like a madman, reaching out her hand and shaking. Norman, who was looking at her, wipes a tear with his hands without knowing it, sighs, then takes a peek at Carlos next door and makes a laughter. It's because Carlos was crying to stir all the handkerchiefs he had taken out.

The wind blowing behind her approaches the back of the crying woman and grabs her warmly. The exhausted woman drops her hands helplessly, and the gun raises its hand to slightly wrap around her neck, touching and whispering as an ambassador, not a song.

“Life goes on and there's still plenty of time to dream. From the moment regrets replace dreams, man begins to grow old. But don't hold back crying, cry if you want to. Let tears flow and admit it. ”

I focused on the words that the audience breathed and the presence of music. Gun grabs the girl's face and covers her eyes this time. The beautiful man standing behind the woman was more beautiful than the woman, so the appearance of the case behind the woman's eyes was very attractive. With a seductive expression, the red lip sticks out its tongue and slightly licks the gun, whispering to the woman's ear that covers her eyes.

“Music is your own experience and wisdom. All the feelings of life you feel will be in your music. You just want to be happy? The emotions you put in your music should not only be happiness, but all the emotions in the world. Don't be a shameless liar to sing a good song. Sing with all your feelings, honestly and confidently. It will go down in the ears of the public with the sound of truth. ”

It was to make a sinister face like evil, but the female audience opened their mouths to look deadly sexy rather than sinister. Music experts were surprised by the sound rather than the appearance of the case. In particular, Norman stood up halfway from his seat with his mouth wide open.

“Oops! What a voice! This is not a human voice, it's like God is whispering! It is the voice of a god who cannot judge right from wrong according to human standards! ”

Norman's words, which he did not even know, were spread a little louder to the audience around him. The echoed ambassador resounded in people's minds and added to Norman's description, people focused on the case, each holding his heart. Carlos takes a seat and whispers as he calms Norman halfway to his feet.

“Norman, we're in the middle of a show. Calm your nerves. ”

Then Norman stares around, lowering his head slightly and sitting down, but he barely rests on the end of the couch and can't take his eyes off the gun. The gun opened its mouth, blindfolded by the eyes of the crying woman. This time it was a quiet song, not an ambassador, but the voice pierced the audience's lungs like a sharp blade.

Flowing water can be written.

I can't write about the sound of running water.

Burning fires can be written.

Burning sounds can't be written.

Spears and shields can be written.

I can't write about the sound they hit.

Close your eyes to all the wars in the world.

Quietly enter the land of music, the land of faith.

There you hear all the despair and all the pain.

You will forget the sound of the waves of the sea of music.

Washing away everyday dust from the soul

Only music is possible

A woman wipes her tears from her cheeks as if she was brainwashing or forcing her story into a woman's head. As the woman who was moving her breasts calmed down gradually, she slowly removed her hand from her eyes and disappeared into the darkness as she stepped back. The stage lights go on and a woman's voice echoes back to the tent.

“I was obsessed with music as crazy as the music whispered to me to forget Chris. It was impossible for a black woman to be on the opera stage at that time. But I didn't waste a day, an hour. In fact, it was more about forgetting Chris than about wanting to fulfill my dream, and at the same time, remembering him forever. ”

Behind the tent stood a woman's silhouette. People shout as Leontin Price walks out from behind the tent. She is over 90 years old, but the child of Leontin Price in a purple dress is more like a black swan that has not yet lost its stillness than an old musician. Leontin Price walked onstage with a smile, and both her parents, her dead brother and Juliet's students came out and stood behind her.

Leontin Price, standing in front of the audience, briefly looked back at the audience. As she slowly opened her eyes one by one, many audiences sweated in her hands. Her voice, thick but high-toned, was not the voice you could comfortably sit and listen to.

My hometown is the Mississippi River.

Small hills, smaller paddy fields

I was in the middle of a lonely trail.

Spring after spring every year, you will see poverty rise.

It was the kind of house that should be welcomed as if it were familiar.

Leontin Price recalled his poor childhood, but there was no grief on her face. With a gentle smile on her face, she is merely an old man who recalls an old memory.

I wanted to tell you.

I don't know what life I had before you left.

I wanted to hold your hand and tell you about me.

If you come to me in the future,

He'll say, "I forgot."

If you blame me for forgetting you,

He'll say, "I'm tired of waiting. I forgot."

But if you say you're disappointed,

I'll say I forgot because I couldn't believe it.

I didn't forget it today or yesterday.

I'll say I forgot when you came to see me.

He stood up with the student actors and dressed in white behind Leontine Price singing by himself. Leontin Price reaches out to the gun with a smile on his back, and the gun grins and stands beside her holding her hand. Carlos mutters as he sees the two people staring at the audience at the same time.

“Do we finally accept the music and sing together? What kind of harmony are you going to play with the world's diva, Kay? ”

Leontin Price was relaxed and smiling, while the case seemed serious and a little tense. When their mouths finally open, Norman and Carlos stand up at the same time. No, more than half of the people sitting in the audience, as well as the two of them, stood up and doubted their ears.

“Higher notes than a female soprano? No way!”

“Th-that's crazy!! You can do this with a man's vocal cords? I'm gonna blow his fucking throat out! ”

The sound of singing with open eyes was extinguishing a higher range of tones than Leontin Price, who was singing an ultrasonic song to Climax.

I sing a life harder than death.

On a sunny winter day, we met on a mountain pass.

A silver voice supported me.

I lost my love, and I sang.

Farewell, my short nights.

My remaining lovers who wandered out the window.

You know nothing, but candles swayed by the wind.

My tears have replaced my hesitation.

Desires that are no longer mine.

Use the remaining force to lock the door like a blind person

"The last love left in my heart will not escape."

The people who got up, trembling and focused on the nerves in the voice of Gun and Leontine Price, unwittingly relaxed their legs and sat down on the couch. And it was transmitted all over the world by radio and shocked to a lot of people who had not attended the show.

The students and faculty at the world's leading music university were shocked and many journalists were busy watching the show on PC.

Norma Lebrecht, who is deeply buried on the couch, mutters, touching her temples to see if she's tired of being shocked.

“This is crazy... it's worse than the Bronx Zoo. ”

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