Devil's Music

Another guitar leans in at a small emp next to Beamad, holding the guitar in his eye. When the gun leans in front of the guitar and looks at the guitar, Bimard asks.

“Can I play guitar? ”

Bimads suggests guitar with a smile and a nod and an outstretched hand.

“Shall we play together? ”

“May I play your guitar? ”

“Sure, it's not a very expensive guitar. Feel free to hit as many as you like. ”

The gun raised the guitar and looked at the guitar's body. The guitar with a glamorous dreadnut body appeared to be a very old handmade guitar. When Bimard turned to the guitar carrying the handkerchief, he began to play the world's lead. When I looked at him, I was surprised to open my eyes when I saw him play the second guitar part of Triple Guitar. As the surrounding audiences began to cheer as they saw the wonderful performance of the two men, the people who were walking the path began to gather one by one.

Bimard opens his mouth when he sees the gun play as if it were playing two guitars on the part where the triple guitar is played. The audience was also staring at their hands as they were going up and down the flat as fast as they could see multiple hands. At last, as the Vocal Line approaches the junction point, Bimard sees the case. Bimard takes a step back, looking at the microphone in front of him, and smiling forward.

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.)

A sharp scream erupts from the woman's voice as it resonates on Grafton Street.

“Ahhhhhh!!!!! ”

“Mom, what to do!! It's like a real kayak! ”

“Aren't you singing better than Kay? Cay ain't no street busking like that! ”

“What is he doing? Aren't you a real singer? ”

Bimard stares blankly at the gun, striking his guitar and approaches Emp, raising the microphone volume.

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.)

As the high volume echoes across Grafton Street, a few miles away, the passers-by head turns to the busking ground. For a moment, people who heard the voices in their ears began to look surprised and come to the place where the voices were heard. The gun lowers its head slightly, covering its face with the brim of a hat, then slightly lowers the scarf and closest the mouth to the microphone.

If I could be Your child even for a day.

(If only I could be your child for one day.)

I'd take you as my queen.

(I could take you as queen.)

♪ But for now I find ♪

(But now I know.)

It's only in my dreams.

(That it's just my illusion.)

When the audience gathered, Bimard started playing guitar with excitement. Soon after the part of the adlib appeared, he stepped forward and saw Bimard leave solo. He smiled quietly and received another part of the adlib. The audience watching two people playing in perfect harmony started clapping their hands above their heads to the beat. The hands of two people who were playing with drums became faster and faster.

The people clapping saw two quick hands playing the climax, and stopped clapping and stared at the guitar of the two people with a blank face. Bimard, who closed his eyes and sweated, wanted the moment of his lifetime to continue playing forever. After playing the same section twice beyond the Climax section, the gun spit out the last lyrics.

If I could change the world.

(If I could change the world.)

♪ I would be the sunlight in your universe ♪

(I will be the light of your world.)

Sweetheart, if I could change the world.

(O Lord, if only I could change the world.)

And I know there 'll be no more tears in heaven. (And I know there will be no more tears in heaven.)

When Bimard's closed eyes opened as he felt the guitar resonance dropped at the same time as the last lyrics, he saw more than three hundred people clapping and cheering together.

“Ahhhh!! Awesome!!"

“Excellent!! ”

“Gaaaah!! I can't believe I've seen this level of performance on the street. ”

“What a lucky day!! Yikes!”

“Please tell me your name! When the album comes out, I'll buy it! ”

I saw the audience cheering with a frowning face. In fact, he busted four times on Grafton Street. At that time, about twenty fans applauded him, but it was the first time I had ever felt this much cheering. I woke up for a while and saw Bi-Mad smiling with his guitar by the amp, his eyes wide open.

Bimard, who had unhooked the guitar and placed it on the stand on the floor, reached out his hand to the gun and said with a touching face.

“Thank you! Best performance, best song! I'm so happy to have good memories for me! ”

As the gun grabs his hand and laughs, Bimard raises his hand and greets the audience who are still applauding.

“Ahhhhhh!"

The audience cheered to see if the surprise had yet to come.

“Just one more song! ”

“Yes! Just one! ”

“Please! If you play me one more song, I'll give you all the money in my wallet! ”

People quickly searched their pockets and took out their winnings and started throwing them into the guitar case that Beamads had left open. Seeing the large pile of coins and bills piling up quickly, Bimard smiles and looks at the gun, nodding his head and holding the guitar's shoulder strap again.

Gun approaches Bimard and gives out the guitar.

“It's a strange song, but the code won't be that hard. Repeat the C F C F Am G Am G code; state is the default stroke method. Can you do that?”

He picks up the code that Gun gave him and asks.

“What about the beats?”

“It's a two-quarter beat. ”

“Okay, it's not that hard. What is this song? ”

The gun grins and grabs the microphone. The crowd cheers quietly as the gun grabs the microphone again. When I looked around at people, I spoke into the microphone.

“This is a song I sang a while ago. No, it's not me, it's a song that I admire. And a lyricist, a lyricist I loved very much, and another respectful person wrote the song. First day in Ireland. I'm going to play this song for you for this wonderful evening. Unfortunately, this song is untitled. Haha.”

The gun turns around and nods and slowly plays the code that Bimard told you about. I looked up at the moon in the sky, playing a mysterious, slightly lonely song with the arpeggio guitar of the same chord in his stroke style. When Gun lifted his head and looked at the moon, he unknowingly raised his head and heard a very lonely voice in the ears of the audience who were looking at Gun's moon.

Far, Lonely

Black Pony, Big Moon

And strawberries on my saddle.

Into the plain, into the wind

The black pony is looking at the red moon.

Bernine shook his back when he was surprised by the voice of the crowd that looked so lonely.

“Hey, this!! It's from the opera! ”

Suddenly, people give her a hollering look and think about what the man in the hat just said.

"It's a lyrics written by someone I love very much, and another respectful person wrote it. ’

The middle-aged couple folding their arms mutters.

“You can't be · · · · · kay? ”

“Well, I hope so, right? No, of course not. Why is he here? ”

Concentrating on the song and playing focused on the song, blindfolded, without noticing people's changes.

Dawn flowers have already opened their eyes.

A black pony that snorts at the cold smell of the moon.

Flapping white wings rising from the black back.

Fly to the sky

Bernine's eyes glaze brightly as she screams for the first time. Bernine, who is twisting his clawed hand behind his back, looks at his friend and says,

“This is how a man feels when he sings this song. It's really good, right? ”

The red-headed woman next to him touches her cheek with her hand.

“Really, I think I'm in love with him. What do I do?”

“But this song looks so lonely. ”

“This is a song that a girl sings in a mountain pass from the opera to Julius alone. ”

“Oh, is that why you feel so alone? ”

“Yes, I recorded it on a separate PC program when I was watching PPV, and then I watched it four times again. ”

Once the song ended, the crowd cheered again. The cheers and applause raise their hands, and Bimard, who was standing next to him and playing the guitar, raises his hands to play the gun and high five. Turning his head toward Bimard, he takes his hat off by his hand, not seeing him while greeting people.

“Oh! I'm sorry, I was trying to do a high five. Huh?”

Bimard points at Gunn's face with a startled face.

“KE, KE, KE, KE, KE!!! ”

“Gaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!! ”

“It's true!! Real Cada!! ”

“Ahhhh!! Look, I told you! It's Kay!”

“Ahhhh!! I can't believe I'm actually seeing Kay! I can't believe Kay's in Ireland! ”

I smiled and lowered my collar down my neck as people did not come more than a certain distance from my expectation that I had a awkward smile without my hat peeling in front of the audience who rolled their feet.

“Ahhhh!!! He's so handsome! He's more handsome than he looks on TV! Oh no!!"

“Photo! Take a photo! Take my picture. Come on! ”

“Shoot me first, bitch! Here's your phone!”

As more people shouted, more people gathered, and more than 500 people had already gathered in the streets of busking. Seeing Bimard looking at the case with a blank expression, he raises one hand and puts it on the microphone.

“Hello Irish. This is Kay."

“Gaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

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