Devil's Music

Hiding behind the curtain behind the stage, Kiska, who was staring at the side of the stage, exited the backstage door and ran into the quiet corridor of the Opera House. The snow of Kiska carefully opened the back door of the Opera House auditorium, running through the hallway with no one there, and an invisible front of the stage appeared next to it.

As soon as he opened the door, he welcomed Kiska, not a glamorous stage, nor was he the case of Leontin Price singing in a glowing figure on top of it. The first thing Kiska felt was the hot heat created by the concentration of the audience. The small body of Kiska, which appeared to be six years old because it was much smaller than other children at the same age, was exposed to the heat coming out of the door, and the hot wind caused the blue dress of Kiska to flutter.

In the eyes of Kiska, who saw the stage with big eyes and flashing lights, she held Leontin Price's hand, opened her eyes wide, focused, and sang.

Everything begins in a dream.

Nothing is possible without a dream!

Dream first.

A man who has dreamed for a long time...

It finally resembles the painting.

Dream big.

Even if that dream breaks,

The fragments of the big dream will remain big.

An ultrasonic aria erupts from the gun's mouth, piercing the small Kiska's body. Kiska, who held the chair in the back with her legs shaking, could not take her eyes off the stage. After just writing down the words that came to mind from Professor Corelliano's synopsis and from the playful opera show, the work of changing the lights to look the same in all the phrases was a kind of play like finding a hidden painting for Kiska. But for Kiska, who was seeing and hearing the results, it was no longer a game. On that day, Kiska was born and had a dream that was not a dream when she slept at first night.

You don't have to stand there! I just want to be close to that shiny place! ’

In the ear of Kiska, who held his trembling leg with his trembling hand, he heard the last chorus of student actors, including Leontin Price and Gun. With a serious expression, or a smile, the other person sang together with a bright smile. Leontin Price stepped forward and began to sing with his eyes closed behind him, as if to convey the last message he wanted to convey to the audience and the world, singing as if he wanted to wrap his arms around everyone.

Learn something new.

Try something new.

And make a great mistake.

Mistakes are your property.

The other actors kept their mouths shut, lowered their heads slightly, and Leontin Price, standing alone in front of the audience, kissed the audience and sang in a clear voice like the cries of a canary.

Don't make excuses about your youth for your shortcomings.

And don't make excuses for your age and fame for naughtiness.

The biggest enemy of dreams is fear.

The biggest mistake you make in life

Fear of making a mistake.

It's not challenging.

Leontin Price puts both hands on his left chest and smiles warmly at the audience.

Look at me.

Look directly at me in front of you.

Look at me, who's been through so much war and so much poverty.

I don't want your future.

Because you can be better than me.

What I want to say at the end

My last song to tell you...

I just want you to dream.

Young students, middle-aged people.

If you still haven't fulfilled your dream, clash.

That's what I want to tell you.

That's the last word.

At the end of Leontine Price's last line, the music stopped, and the actors raised their heads and kissed one audience. They seemed to be trying to send a message to people with their eyes. Have a dream, don't give up, look at the hell she's been through, look at the glamorous end of a dreamer.

The silence of actors continued for a long time. The audience did not even think to applaud when they received their message, wondering what they had given up and lived for. While looking at people with a warm smile for a moment, Leontin Price bends his knee slightly and looks back at the case standing behind him. How focused she was, her whole body sweating, smiling brightly at her, and she opened her arms and hugged the gun.

“Thank you, Kay. ”

She smiles quietly, touching her back, thanking her.

“Goodbye, Diva of the World. Professor Leontin Price. ”

A single tear flows down the cheek of Professor Leontin Price who was smiling at the matter. After living a long life and not giving up on her dreams, she returned to the moment when a 90-year-old Leontin Price, who eventually became a world-class diva with the help of music, made her debut as a 22-year-old opera ‘Ida’ again. After finishing the first stage, Leontin Price, who thought he would never feel the satisfaction of wrapping his body around him again, trembled, feeling the same way. It was a wet face, but with the brightest smile he could build, Leontin Price took a step toward the audience and greeted them with a respectful greeting.

A sober old woman stood up and shouted, washing her face with a handkerchief, among the audience who received perhaps her last greeting.

“Bravi!! ”

The audience woke up from conscience with the screams of the grandmother's crying audience, clapping and cheering with the loudest sound they could strike.

“Bravi!! Bravi!! ”

“Aaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!! ”

“Great! Great show! ”

The old gentleman, who was covered with tears, sat up and applauded, sitting all over the couch, and the woman who still looked like a student held her hand in her mouth and was still crying on the stage after the performance.

Norman watches the audience react and nods.

‘Her last gig. This is how it ends. You'll be a legend for a while. But Leontin Price. Are you satisfied? Listen to what the audience is saying. It's not Brava, it's Bravi. It's about the audience seeing the protagonist on this stage, not just you, but Kay and you. Are you satisfied, Professor? ’

Norman's sad eyes illuminate Leontin Price, holding the students onstage, with thunderous applause. Leontin Price, who hugged everyone, exclaimed with joy to his students.

“Please accept my dream now. ”

The case quickly caught sight of a weary, aged Leontin Price. Black Diva, who had not lost her temper until the last performance, looked immensely old. She grins as she folds her arms and looks at the case.

“It's a little hard. Shall we go in?”

“Yes, Professor. I'll take you.”

The curtain slowly closes as Gun and Leontine Price go downstairs while the excitement of the audience does not calm down. It was not a musical or concert, so the audience who kept applauding without asking for an encore, slowly left, watching the curtain not reopening over time. Reporters who were watching the stage after the performance started pouring hundreds of articles in real time on PC.

< The last magnificent diva of the century! >

< 100M + Audience Cheers! Three hours of emotion! >

< Aria of the Angel Kay of the World! Impressed! >

Last message from Diva, the Black World.

< Best performances! Best plan! Best song! >

< Best lyrics! Heartbreaking! Re-lighting Features of Kiska Miochi >

< John Corryliano, the best of my music! >

< English critic Norman Lebrecht, it was a silent performance! >

An empty stage after the audience left. I was still touched by the show, and then I saw a woman standing alone on the stage in the eyes of Kiska who was sitting on an empty couch staring blankly at the stage. I opened my eyes wide and looked closely at her, and there were tears in Kiska's eyes. She smiled brightly at the eyes of Kiska who was pointing at her standing on the stage with her pointing fingers like puffiness at her mouth, and saw her arms spread out.

I thought I couldn't see her anymore, and every time I met her, she was smiling for the first time in four years. When Kiska was old enough to know that it was a dream, she did not run to her mother, but simply looked at her mother. My mom smiled brightly and walked down the stage, past the empty auditorium, and climbed the stairs. Seeing his mother approaching him, his mother reached out her hand and said to Kiska, sitting still with tears in her eyes.

“Kiska, why are you crying? ”

When she reached out her hand and opened her mouth, she changed her appearance. When the gun with the worried look on Kiska's eyes came in, more tears poured out of the girl's eyes and she began to stretch out her arms to give me a hug. When I looked at the girl who couldn't make a sound even though she was crying, I held her in my arms and wiped her tears.

“Kiska? What happened? ”

Kiska, who was holding his neck tightly and crying, held his neck tighter without saying anything. I tilted my head, but all I had to do was pat her on the back, and I carried her to the waiting room. Whether the students left first or left in front of the mirror in the waiting room, Leontin Price, whose mascara spread with tears, stayed alone in front of the mirror. As he tried to pass on anything, he stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, closed the door quietly and sat down on the bench outside the waiting room. I looked down at Kiska, who still did not want to be separated from me, and I saw the door of the closed waiting room with complex eyes.

"What will my end look like, and vanish into a whirlpool of nothingness like you? ’

The first time I ever watched a musician's end, I closed my eyes and thought. I had never thought about my last appearance, so I was confused by this time and convenience of thinking. Someone's hand rises on the shoulder of the case that I've been thinking about for a while. León Price smiles brightly as if he had been cremated again, raising his head because he was furious at someone else's touch.

“Ah! Professor! You ready to go? ”

As Gun hurriedly stood up with Kiska in his arms, Leontin Price nodded slightly.

“Yes, I'm ready now. Shall we go?”

I felt that her tone was unusual, so I smiled and looked very lonely behind her as she walked to the entrance leading out of the opera house. Looking back at her without hesitation, holding Kiska in your arms, you see Leontin Price gesturing at you from the far entrance, and you make hasty steps.

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