Devil's Music

Tyler blinks and sees the bills. When Tyler hesitated, the case swayed the bills again.

“Can't I?”

Tyler reaches out his hand and smiles, placing a note on his hand.

“I just want to play. ”

When Gun reached out his hand again, Tyler hurriedly handed over the guitar, looking down at his hand for a moment. Gun smiles as he sweeps Tyler's guitar.

“It's not a branded product, but I think it's a long-lost guitar. It's well managed. ”

Tyler stares blankly at the customers who are still drinking, filling about half the hall, and asks a small question.

“By the way, the customer. There are still a lot of guests, but how much · · · do you play guitar? ”

After he smiled, he played a quick solo with Tyler's guitar. Tyler looks surprised to see the technique, but there is no sound because the amp is off.

“You're good! I think he's the one who used to play. Phew, thank God. So what are you going to play? ”

The gun stiffens and glances at Kevin looking at himself, then says:

“Are you the bass guitarist? Do you think you could play Eric Johnson's Cliffs of Dover? ”

Kevin's eyes widen and he stammers.

“Yes · · ·? It's... it's quiet, but it's rock music, and you're gonna play it here? ”

Kevin nods, smiling and smiling.

“Yes, we can. ”

“Phew, drums are possible, right? ”

Seeing the drummer spin the stick as if to not worry, he sat in the chair where Tyler was sitting, controlling the multitude and tuning. Kevin looked a little excited when he saw that the amp had been shortened, but only played for a short while.

When I finished tuning my device, I came to Kevin's amp. A brief sit-down eye contact with Kevin raises his hand, raising his amp volume, and smiles.

“I'm going to turn up the volume. ”

Kevin smiled as he watched the volume of the base amp rise to a level similar to that of other volumes. Once again, I closed my eyes, focused my emotions, and put my hands on the guitar string. When the mystical song resounded in the hall, the drunken heads of the drunkards who drank and laughed

The guests saw no one singing when they saw a man on stage playing guitar with his hat and sunglasses on and his scarf around his nose, wearing a slightly visible Mickey Mouse T-shirt underneath his coat, their eyes closed.

I began to focus on the music quietly as I listened to the mysterious, slower, and faster plays.

Meanwhile, from the moment the gun raised the volume of the base amp, Kevin, who had favored the case, closed his eyes as he listened to the play. Standing on a cliff in the wilderness of Death Valley, Kevin recalls a guitarist playing to nature, rejoicing at the junction of drums and bass.

I joined in a single note. The song accelerates, but with a relaxed expression, Kevin, who is on the solo, continues to play with an accurate note, gets sucked into the play with his eyes closed. I was so ecstatic that I gradually remembered Kevin's smile as he was playing with Gun.

C.

I think I'm gonna get sucked in! If I could just calm down for a second, my performance would be great, but amazing! What a performance! ’

Kevin enjoyed playing for over six minutes. Of course, the genre was different, but I fell in love with the song "Another Day" by the Dream Theater, so I bought a CD and I felt sorry for Kevin as the night came to an end.

It's changed.

‘I don't want to stop playing. Just a little more, just a little more! ’

Even though it was a long song, everything had an end. Kevin, who had never closed his eyes until the end and focused on playing, also stopped playing as the case stopped, felt a thick vibration of the last bass note, and made a joyful face. Slowly open your eyes.

Kevin's eyes, looking down at you, are incredibly large. It's because all the guests who were making loud noises or just pouring a bottle of wine on their mouths were getting up and whistling and clapping.

“Yippee!!! Awesome!!"

“I can't believe you're listening to this in karaoke! Awesome!”

“Amazing! That was the best! ”

Seeing people get up and raise their hands above their heads and applaud, he lays down his guitar and gets up and gives a little funeral. As people applaud, Gun reached out one hand to point to Kevin and Drummer. I know what you're up to. Chan's people are cheering me on.

C.

“Bass was the best! ”

“Yes, I've had goosebumps the whole time I've been listening to the groove! Why would a musician like that be in a place like this? ”

“I guess I'm not in the mood to play in a bar like this. ”

“Nice drums too, mister! ”

“Haha, it was funny that my arm got caught on the snare drum because I was full, but it was good! ”

Tyler, who was standing beside the stage, also applauded.

“That was amazing! Are you a professional musician? ”

Gun shakes his head returning the guitar to Tyler.

“I'm still a student. Thank you."

“Really? You've met the star of the future! That was amazing, and you'd be a star in no time. I look forward to it. What's your name? ”

“Haha, I'm not the one to tell you my name. Sure."

Kevin stares blankly at the case with dazed eyes. He hasn't even lowered his hand on bass guitar yet. When he went downstairs to get Kevin, the guests who were still cheering and applauding reached out for him every time he passed.

I shook his hand. When he returned to his seat for shaking hands with the customers, the Japanese president who was at the counter rushed over and said.

“Great performance, sir! Please come to our shop often. I won't take any money for alcohol today. ”

The gun smiles and nods.

“It's fine, but I appreciate it. ”

“Oh, please come often. Please.”

“Haha, okay. ”

When the boss went back and took a sip of beer by himself, he saw that the watch was over 1 o'clock and got up. It was late, so many customers came to the counter while calculating, and when they saw the gun, cheers erupted again. He waved his hand when he came out.

A member of the organization who was studying asked.

“Would you like to return to the hotel? ”

The gun glances down the stairs and shakes its head.

“No, there will be more. Can you wait in the car for people to come out? ”

“Yes, I understand. Kay.”

As the organizer disappeared, customers started coming out of the stairwell after the calculations had been completed. I leaned against the wall next to the stairs, staring at the customers who were holding their arms, and I ran out in a hurry, and I saw Kevin prowling around and smiling. Kevin jumped up and down the stairs.

Turning the dog, you see the leaning against the wall and rush toward it.

“Hey, there!! Hey!"

The gun opened its arms and looked at Kevin.

“Yes, go ahead. ”

Kevin hesitates and scratches his head.

“Well, you said you're a student, but I was wondering if you have a band. ”

The gun smiles at Kevin, looking at him with an awkward smile.

“No, there is no band. ”

Kevin's face brightens.

“Hey, there! You may not have enough, but I know how to play! Do you have any intention of starting a band with me? ”

As the gun sweeps Kevin up and down for a moment, Kevin's argument party, which was waiting for the case to open with a nervous expression, starts.

“Well, I majored in contrast bases at the soundscape, oh! BE, bass guitar also plays well! I-I didn't major in college, of course, and, uh, I'm 21 years old. My name is Kevin, and I don't have a girlfriend, and I'm looking for a band member in Seattle right now.

I live alone! ”

He glances at Kevin and laughs, but the words from his mouth are untrue.

“I'm sorry, I don't want to start a band. ”

Kevin shakes his head, his face filled with disappointment. I approached him, who was unable to tell me whether he was too disappointed or not, and I patted him on the shoulder.

“But I admire your skill. So I want to give you a chance. ”

Kevin looks up to the unexpected and looks forward to a face that still hasn't cleared his frustration.

“Yes? What chance? ”

Gun looks him in the eye and says:

“Let me introduce you to a talented band. It will fit your eye level. ”

“Ah· · · Who are you? What club are you playing at? ”

“Hehe, I'm not a club performer. Are you free tomorrow morning? ”

“Ah.. tomorrow · · · Yes, yes! Will do!”

It was Kevin who was supposed to play part-time at the reunion tomorrow morning, but mostly Kevin chose to give up part-time and do it.

“Where, what time shall I see you? ”

The gun looked at the watch and asked.

“I'd say 11: 00, and you know the Sheraton Seattle Hotel? ”

Kevin nods loudly.

“Sure, can we go there? ”

“Yes, come to the Sky Lounge on the 10th floor. ”

“Oh, I see! Thank you. See you tomorrow! ”

“Yes, it is. ”

Kevin glances back at the gun until it disappears.

We still have a chance! Even if you don't like the band you're introduced to, you still have to have a good relationship with them, so maybe one day I'll have a chance! ’

Kevin returned to the officetel, almost awake, and has been wandering around the hotel since 8 a.m. It wasn't until 10: 30 that Kevin came up to the 10th floor of the hotel and jumped off as soon as the elevator door opened, so he took a detour around the uninhabited sky lounge.

They all sat by themselves at the window, looking at the book, and ran away, shivering.

“Oh, hello! ”

After covering the book he was looking at, he looked at the watch and laughed.

“You're here early. Have a seat."

After Kevin sat down, he checked the menu that the staff brought him and firmly fixed his face. Seeing him squirm, he stretches out his arm.

“I invited you, so I'll pay for it. Feel free to eat. ”

Kevin looks relieved and pushes the menu board with a sorry expression.

“Well, I'll just have a cup of coffee. ”

When I called the staff and ordered coffee, they looked out the window for a moment and then turned their heads when they heard the elevator arrive. When I saw someone get out of the elevator, I got up and said,

“There he is. A band member to introduce you. ”

Kevin turns his head in surprise as he looks through the gun and opens his eyes wide.

“Car, car, car!!! Carlos Montana!!? ”

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