Devil's Music

Arriving at The Morrison, a DoubleTree by Hilton Hotel, on the Rippy River across Dublin, each of them took their own rooms and unpacked. Today, thanks to the two people who complained of tiredness a little later in the evening, those who decided to rest at the hotel took breaks in their rooms. Compared to the two, he felt sorry for seeing the River Lippi outside the hotel window.

After enduring the boredom while lying around the bed for a long time, I finally got up out of bed.

"Yeah! Wouldn't it be cool if it was downtown? Let's just take a walk and get out of here alone! ’

All I could find was my wallet and passport, and I dug through my luggage and put my clothes back on. I wanted to leave a picture of my phone, so I changed my clothes several times and looked for a decent look. I wore dark blue destroyer jeans, and I took out a long khaki night on my black shirt to my knees. The fact that he didn't like to put on a long brim hat lowered his head, put on a pink Boater hat and put on sunglasses, saw that it was already dark outside, and covered his nose with a scarf made of thick knit. The blindfold made me happy in front of the mirror, then I put my hands in my nighttime pocket and went out to the hotel lobby.

He told the driver that he was waiting for an order in a taxi waiting in front of the hotel.

“Grafton Street, please. ”

The fat white knight asked as he left the car, looking at the appearance of a room mirror.

“You must be a musician, too, I see. Are you going to see Busking on Grafton Street? ”

“Haha, that's right. It's from a movie, so I wanted to go. ”

“Haha, it brings in a lot of foreign tourists. The instruments in the movie have been expanding because there are so many guests. ”

“Oh, the place where the two protagonists played the piano? ”

“It's called Waltons. It's on South Great George's Street. It's not far from Grafton now. ”

“Thank you for the good information. ”

“Haha, make good memories in Dublin. ”

When I arrived on Grafton Street, I had a friendly conversation with the gentleman, and the sun had already gone down. Many signs were illuminated during the dark times, and many people were on their way in a street filled with flashy lights. In the meantime, I smiled and smiled as I saw the appearance of people who stood unusual and busking.

The first artist I met was not a musician. He was a mimic grandfather, wearing green makeup on his body and face, and wearing a traditional Irish hat as a silly figure. People were just pacing along the road, but only a few people and children were interested in stopping and looking at Mime. Seeing him for a long time, he took out one euro (about 1,300 won) and put it in the can in front of him. He lowered his head slightly and looked silly.

I found another artist about 50 meters away who was smiling. After the film won the world's hit, many people gathered in Ireland to enjoy busking, and eventually set the rules for Grafton Street to be over 50 meters away from each other to keep artists from interrupting each other. When I heard the guitar sound from my grandfather's mime before walking ten paces, the gun looked very surprised.

“This is my song, right? ”

A busking musician on Grafton Street was playing the prelude to the song, If I could change the world. As I hurriedly took a step, I noticed that the beard was full, but I saw a young man in his mid-twenties playing guitar with nice two-block hair. Quite a lot of people stopped and waited for him to sing, whether people were interested in going back and forth. As I squeezed among the people, I finally saw the man in a position a little later.

"My song is being sung to someone. Could this have happened elsewhere? ’

As a global star, he had no idea how many street artists were singing his song. I was just surprised to see this for the first time. As the people who were listening to the man playing the guitar lifted their heads slightly and lifted themselves up to the rhythm, the face of the person who was looking at people with curious eyes also came up with a smile.

I listened to their conversation as I heard three young Irish women talking to each other who were surrounded by strange and satisfied people listening to their songs.

“You can listen to Kay anytime you want. Isn't that right?"

“Yes, something comforts me. ”

“Have you seen this opera? ”

“Of course! I'm really creeped out. Did you see that last one? ”

“Yes! The ultrasonic sound? I really yelled at her for that. But the funny thing is, I showed it to my mom, and she was screaming," Haha. ”

“It was a real century show. But the title was Leonardo Price's retirement performance, and all I saw was K. ”

“Hoho, girl, that's because you're black with Kay! ”

“Oh, look at her. And you don't? ”

“Hohoho, you know! I would if Kay only wanted to go out for an hour. ”

“An hour? Oh my God, really?"

“Well, aren't you going to do it? ”

“Hmm · · · If I were · · · would I? Haha”

“Look! Hoho!"

You may not know it's where you are, but you hear a man's song that ended the war with his ears because he was a little embarrassed. The man sang at a level that amateur artists did, but there were more people guarding the place than people who were willing to listen and leave. I used to sing, but never heard others sing their songs. I quietly listened to the lyrics of the man who secretly sings.

If I could change the world.

(If I could change the world.)

Back in time, I'll be back then.

(I'm going back in time, back in time.)

The three women who were standing next to the case, even though they were small voices, looked back at the case with a surprised look. When she saw the woman standing next to the artist who was staring at her singing, she opened her eyes, looked at each other, and focused her attention on her ears.

When I had to hide in a place where no one knew.

(When I had to hide somewhere where no one knew me, I just had to look.)

If you can go back then and save you.

(If only I could go back and save you.)

The eyes of the three women who were making eye contact were shaken in horror. The three men gather their heads together and whisper in haste.

“Bar, did you hear that? ”

“Ah, ah!! I think I just turned on the Kay CD! ”

“Isn't it bigger than Kay? You have a great voice."

The three women turn their heads again and look at the case. The man who placed his boat hat on top of his head beautifully and lowered his black head to the brow line was covered with a scarf up to the nose, but I could see at a glance that his eyes were incredibly handsome. One of the three women, who was confident in her appearance, turned her long blonde hair behind her ears and slightly flushed her face. The other two women whisper behind her back.

“Bernine, you're in love now, aren't you? ”

“Go talk to him. You're the best of us. ”

Bernine sprays the arms of his friends who shake his back.

“Oh, don't. What are you suddenly saying? ”

“You're good at that. Last time I saw you, you were flirting with a good-looking American at Temple Bar. ”

Bernine hears a man's song again as he spills his friends for a moment. However, he muttered, watching the man singing on stage with his eyes annoyed as his voice was buried in the voice of the artist who does micro busking.

“That's a song, too. ”

I kept singing in a voice that I didn't know about. The performance to Climax made the case slightly louder, and the people around the case started to look around. The artist who saw him smiling and following the song suddenly stopped playing and put on the microphone.

“Who's the guy in the boat hat? ”

When everyone's gaze was focused on the case, he took a step or two back and looked around, smiling awkwardly. The street artist called again.

“The Scarf Man there. Can you come out here for a second? ”

At this point, Bernine approaches the case, slightly tugging at the arm of the night, and says with a shy expression.

“Get out. I heard you singing. ”

I looked at Bernine in embarrassed eyes, and everyone's gaze focused on me, and I couldn't help but feel like I was going to ruin someone else's performance. The man holding the guitar held out his hand and asked for a handshake.

“It's called Beamard. ”

Gun grabs his hand and hesitates as he tries to say his name. Thinking about it for a moment, he smiled and said.

“Here's the case.”

“Guns? Guns? Is that your nickname?”

“Haha, no. It's just the name of my country. ”

“Oh, you're a traveler. I felt like I was unfamiliar with black hair. ”

Vimad turns around and tells the case that he's killed about 20 people surrounding him.

“People were more interested in your song than mine. Are you a musician? ”

“Yes, I am a student. ”

“Okay, I'm not a singer, I'm a musician. I know that song is so-so. Will you give me the chance to sing with you today, when I have to leave Burking for the last time? ”

“Oh, you're leaving? ”

“Yes, I also go to England to study. Today is the last night in my hometown of Dublin. ”

I looked around at people with a hesitant expression. It was because about twenty people were watching, but the number of people who were walking by was literally over a thousand people because of the large flowing population. Seeing the leisurely footsteps and bright smiling streets unique to the Irish people, he turned around and looked back at Bimard.

“Great. It's an honor to be with you for your last night. ”

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