Devil's Music

Shizuka, who was wandering outside the waiting room, was worried about what had happened to the case, so she frowned with a hesitant look. I didn't want to go to the bathroom, but Shizuka came to the bathroom and washed her hands. She couldn't go into the waiting room, and she looked anxious while going back and forth in the hallway.

What is it? What is it? Did something happen between Kay and the manager? Did they fight while the stage was going on? I don't know that, and you're all by yourself? Haang, what do we do? ’

Shizuka opened the waiting room door, smiling at the two of them with her shoulders, while writing a long story. Byeong-jun tapped the shoulder and said while looking at Shizuka with a stupid face.

“Well, if you're here, why are you outside? ”

Shizuka looked into the case and said.

“Ah · · bar, I just got here. ”

“Oh, really? Then we're done. Let's go. Kay needs to get to the airport right away. ”

Shizuka glanced at the bottle junction and caught the collar while making a tear.

“Why! Why! Did I do something wrong? If I've done something wrong, tell me! I apologize!”

I grabbed Shizuka's wrist with my unbelievable eyes when I saw Shizuka grabbing the collar with tears.

“What are you talking about? Don't you know she'll freak out when she finds out she's in Japan? Then it's not easy to get out. We're done broadcasting music, so send it quickly. You have a schedule. You have more with me. What's wrong with him?”

Byeong-jun points at Shizuka and looks at the case, the gun shrugs. Byeong-jun holds her wrist, but when she sees Shizuka holding the collar, she quietly places her hand on her shoulder.

“Shizuka, come back with the rest of your schedule. I'll go first. ”

Even though Shizuka listened to Byeong-jun's explanation, she was troubled by tears to see if her mind wouldn't calm down. Shizuka, who was holding his head for a moment, hesitates, placing his collar.

“Hey, are you sure everything's okay? ”

The gun slaps her shoulder with a smile.

“Well, nothing happened. Congratulations on the first stage, Shizuka. ”

“Th-thanks · · ·”

Jiaying, Jiaying.

After looking at the liquid crystal, Byeong-jun felt a vibration in his arms, he pointed his index finger at Gun and Shizuka's mouth.

“This is Director Lynn. Wait a minute."

The two of them nodded and answered the phone.

“Yes, Director! I'm just coming down from the stage. ”

Seeing Byeong-jun continuing the call, he stands next to her and smiles at Shizuka looking at his face.

“Nothing really happened. Stop noticing. ”

Shizuka looks up at the tall case and makes a tear.

“Then why am I so nervous? ”

“Haha, it's Shizuka's first stage today, so don't be nervous. I'm sorry.”

“Oh! Oh, no. Nothing really matters. ”

“Haha, congratulations. What's the rest of the schedule? ”

Shizuka read the schedule that Byeong-jun gave me earlier, showing me the schedule from her bag.

“Well, I have a music magazine interview this afternoon, and I have a talk show this evening. And tomorrow we have two talent shows, and the day after tomorrow we have a press conference, and the next day we're going to Akita's house. ”

“Hmm? When will you be back? ”

“I'll be back in a week or so. ”

“I see. Is Byeong-jun's brother coming with you then? ”

“Yes, maybe. ”

“Okay, I'll see you in a week. Until then, we're good. ”

Shizuka put the schedule in her bag, took out her phone, held it tightly in both hands, and said hesitantly.

“K. ”

“Huh?"

“That · · · That · · ·”

“What? What is it? Tell me it's okay."

Shizuka tightly closes her eyes as if she was determined to do something and says a little louder.

“I, I, telephone!! Can I call you? ”

Gun was surprised by Shizuka's actions for a moment, then smiled and said.

“What's so hard about it? It's hard for friends to talk on the phone. Anytime."

Shizuka opens her eyes and looks at the case and smiles.

“Hehe... can I really do this? ”

“Hehe, well, whatever. ”

“Hehe, thank you. ”

“There's a lot to be thankful for. Haha."

"Yes?!!"

The two people who were talking turned their heads together because of the sound of Bottle Joon's shout. In the eyes of the two people, Byeong-jun speaking with surprised eyes came in.

“Yes? Really, Director??" ”

“Oh, yes, yes. Oh, I see. I'll talk to the pilot so we can get to it right away. Yes, yes. Okay, I'll call you back, Director. Yes, yes! ”

Since Byung-jun hung up the phone, he looked at the liquid on the phone and looked at the case. The gun tilted its head as if it were suspicious of Byungjun's behavior.

“Why? Is something wrong? ”

Byeong-jun took a moment to look at the phone and said.

“Hmm · · · Geon ·, I have to postpone seeing Kiska a little. ”

“Yes? I'll be back the day after tomorrow, and without me, you'll be in trouble. So what's going on? ”

Byeong-jun said after switching Shizukawa's case.

“Long live you · · White House. ”

Shizuka was furious and asked if she was surprised to see the case.

“Yes? The White House? ”

Byeong-jun nodded.

“Here's President Harold Winston's invitation to dinner. Director Lynn wants you to go straight from here to Washington, D.C. The president's guards will meet you there. ”

Gun glanced at my phone, pouting at my lips.

“I shouldn't be late for Kiska.”

Byeong-jun grinned with a strange face.

“What are you talking about, man? What's wrong with Kiska now? The President of the United States, Harold Winston, invited you to dinner. You don't know what I mean? ”

Shizuka nodded with jealous eyes as well.

“Joe, I'd love to! When will I receive an invitation from such people · ·”

Gun put the phone in his pocket and said:

“Well · · · Since he was a good guy, I would like to meet him, but I hope to go home earlier than Kiska. ”

Byeong-jun opened his mouth with a silly look.

“You bastard. America versus the President? He, uh, asked me to come to the White House, respectfully asked, not to give orders, to ask the doctor if he could come when he had time. ”

Gun said with a bloody smile.

“You can call me yourself, but you know the number...”

Shizuka opens her eyes wide and asks.

“Me, me, the President of the United States knows Kei, Kay's phone number, number? ”

The gun glanced and said.

“I know the President's number. I got it when I met him in Nepal. ”

Byung-jun stared at the bag with the phone and asked.

“You have a direct line to the Oval Office? ”

The gun shakes its head and says:

“No, sir, your personal phone. ”

“What · · · ·? ”

“I gave it to him last time. ”

“ · · · · · · · · · · · ·.. ”

As the two people forgot their words and just looked at themselves, Gun said with a bloody smile.

“Anyway, I'm going. It's a dinner date, so I wouldn't hold it for two days. I'll see you in America, brother. Shizuka, I'm leaving. ”

When the gun turned around and started walking down the hall, Byeong-jun, who was staring at him, woke up for a long time and chased after him.

“Hey, wait! We're going in the same car! I'll take you to the airport! ”

Byungjun and Shizuka were looking at the case on the way to the airport by car. Just looking at the picture of Kiska that Gregory sent me on his phone, he smiled at Kiska with a balloon and smiled happily. Two people who arrived at the airport and were still fascinated, one farewell on a private plane, and the second visit to Japan was completed. After a long flight, he appeared to be a little tired from Washington Airport and saw the airport being controlled by a crowd in black suits. No matter what was going on, there was a crowd of people, and as soon as I saw the robust white man in sunglasses covering his face, I recognized him and approached him with a polite tone.

“Thank you very much for accepting the invitation, Kay, for the long flight. ”

The gun scratches its head with its finger inside the hat and says:

“No, it's okay. ”

A white man said, revealing the eyes behind the sunglasses.

“I'm Graham Howard in the Presidential Guard Room. Nice to meet you."

“Oh, Mr. Howard. Nice to meet you."

Graham politely extends one arm.

“The Chief Secretary is here himself. He's waiting outside in the car. Please go. ”

I was slightly surprised that the busy chief secretary had come to pick himself up.

“Yes? Oh, yes. ”

When Graham walked out of the airport in the direction of the guards, he opened the door of a large Cadillac Escalate vehicle, and the man with gold-framed glasses on his neatly combed hair inside said in an office look.

“Welcome, Kay. ”

“Oh, yeah. Nice to meet you."

As the case mounted, the chief secretary reached out his hand and said,

“I'm Matt Wesler. ”

“Oh, this is Kay. ”

Matt looks at the driver, shaking his hand, and closes the car door.

“Let's go."

“Yes, secretary. I'm going to the White House.”

As the car started slowly, a number of Cadillac CTS moved forward and backward together. Matt once told me that he saw more than fifty guards chasing him in a car.

“Thank you for accepting our surprise invitation. When I heard that you were returning from Japan today, I made an appointment because I thought it would be convenient to stop and go while you were flying. ”

“Oh, yes. So what's going on? ”

“It's no big deal. I'm sure the President would like to ask you a personal favor, but I know it's nothing. When you get there, hear it for yourself. ”

“Well, yes, I understand. ”

The awkward silence flows and, for some reason, the White House looks magnificent in the eyes of the person who was just staring out the window, thanks to the mattress that doesn't seem to have good feelings for him. After a brief inspection at the entrance, Matt followed.

“The President is in the Oval Office. You can go to the restaurant and wait. Mr. Howard? Please escort Kay to the restaurant. ”

Graham quickly approaches and extends one arm.

“Yes, this way. ”

“Oh, thank you. ”

The restaurant in the White House, guided by Graham, was a small room with an antique dining table for six, unlike the one expected to be enormous. It was like a kitchen in a warm home with many paintings on the walls and red curtains on the big windows. Sitting alone, waiting for Harold Winston, wakes up to the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door. Soon after the door opens, Harold Winston, dressed in a neat gray suit, smiles on the face and quickly steps forward, reaching out his hand.

“Kay! Long time no see! Haha”

“Hello, Mr. President. ”

“Hahaha, sit down. Are you hungry? ”

“Haha, it's okay. ”

“Not bad! It's past dinner time. I need some food here! ”

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