Devil's Music

Carlos, dressed in a slightly wider suit, smiles and opens his arms.

“Haha, long time no see! ”

Gun hugs Carlos and smiles.

“Yes, why didn't you stop by the waiting room during the opera? ”

Carlos smiles, holding the gun's arm.

“You seem busy. I thought I was a celebrity, but then I went there and I found out I didn't even have a business card. Haha, so I just came to see the show. ”

“Oh, Carlos is coming, but I can't waste any more time. You don't have to do that next time. You have to stop by. ”

“Haha, okay. And this guy? ”

Carlos sits on the couch next to Kevin staring blankly, and the gun sits across from him.

“Yes, he's the one I told you about on the phone. ”

Carlos looks up and down at Kevin and asks,

“Do you know me? ”

Kevin wakes up in a daze of anger.

“Yes, of course! It's an honor to meet you!”

“Haha, yes. Let's sit down and talk. My neck hurts.”

“Oh, yes! ”

Carlos opens his mouth after Kevin is seated.

“You're good. This guy vouched for you. How old are you? ”

I didn't know what he was talking about, but Kevin was too busy answering his questions.

“Twenty-one years old. Carlos.”

“Really? You're young. I'm older than I was when I met this guy. At that age, you must be quite a genius, considering his recognition. ”

“Oh, yeah? Wife, not a genius · · ·"

“No, thank you. We don't have a bass member in our band. Earlier this year, a friend of mine who used to be the bass was laid out as a disease. I was looking for a new member. ”

When Kevin doesn't understand the meaning of Carlos' words and makes a foolish face, Carlos slaps Kevin on his back hard.

“Wake up! Haha, what are you thinking? ”

Kevin cautiously asks if Carlos' back hurt.

“Hey, but you're just looking for a new member · ·”

Carlos nods slightly.

“Yeah, but this guy here said he'd recommend a bass member. I've never recommended anyone to me before. That's why I came running. So, what do you think? ”

Kevin is so shocked that he opens his mouth and looks back at Gunn and Carlos. Carlos gets up after seeing Kevin like that.

“Well, let's see what you've got. We've got a studio nearby. Let's move. ”

Kevin suddenly said that Carlos was surprised to see what he could do.

“Well, I didn't bring my guitar. ”

Carlos smiles as if there's no problem.

“Poor people blame the tools. Go pick something and play it. We'll be ready when we get there. ”

Carlos nods at the gun, and he also smiles and heads for the elevator. Kevin drops his chin and opens his mouth, hearing the elevator arrive and chases after the two burinaques. Carlos' car parked in front of the hotel, about five minutes.

The three men who ran arrived in the underground studio. Carlos' personal manager arrived in advance and pointed to Carlos' set brown bass guitar as soon as he saw the three of them leaving early after setting up the studio.

“Fender USA American Elite Jazz Bass model. You don't have to explain how much guitar it costs, okay? I've prepared a good guitar so you won't blame it on the equipment. Let's see what you can do. ”

Kevin watches the glittering brown bass guitar, hesitating and carefully listening to the bass guitar. Kevin opens his mouth with difficulty, feeling the cold in his hands.

“Wh-what song should I play? ”

Carlos shrugs. The gun rises and says,

“Would you play the Winery Dogs, if you could? Yesterday you seemed to be good at playing the groove in Billy Sion style. ”

Kevin thinks for a moment and then starts playing. As soon as I heard the first words, Carlos nodded his head and spoke nicely to the man standing beside him.

“As you say, Grubham is a killer. ”

The gun grins and sags.

“Listen, Carlos. ”

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

Kevin was playing the bass guitar by himself, but with a tremendous rhythm, he was playing it as if it were a band. It was less than 30 seconds after he started playing how focused he was, when he saw Kevin sweating his eyebrows off.

Carlos smiles and says to Gunn.

“Good? A little trimming would be nice. ”

He taps Carlos on his back as if it were a bollocks.

“Did I tell you? I'm talented."

“Huhu, but you have to keep that promise. I'll write you a song. ”

“Haha, okay. I'm responsible for the debut of the guitar player I asked for. ”

“You have to protect it. Otherwise, he won't have a debut. Honestly, he's greedy, but I have to work hard to groom him. ”

“Haha, I will protect you. No, I'll go back and write it down right away. ”

“Okay, I believe you. ”

Carlos, who was focused again listening to Kevin play, asked the case again a long time later.

“But he doesn't have a company, right? ”

The gun shakes its head slightly and looks at the clock on the wall.

“It will happen soon. Don't Tom me, Carlos. ”

“Tsk, I tried to bring him to our company, damn it. ”

“Hahaha”

Soon after finishing a long performance, Kevin vomited out a deep, violent breath. Carlos wheezes and smiles at Kevin, who notices him. He grabs a chair, sits in front of him, twists his legs and crosses his arms. As Carlos looked at Kevin for a moment, he leaned forward.

I told you.

“The head. perm or cut. You can keep your mustache and push it, or you can push it all. ”

Carlos took his wallet out of his back pocket and said, pulling out four $100 bills.

“Buy yourself some clothes with this. ”

When he takes the money Carlos gave him, he puzzles and looks at it curiously, then he gets up and pounds his shoulder.

“Come with me, my friend. ”

Kevin pauses, looking up at Carlos, and jumps up and grabs his hand.

“Thank you! Thank you! ”

Carlos frowns, looking at Kevin touching his hand.

“I'm not your human. Let me go. And thank him. ”

As Kevin turns his head, you can see him standing still with his mouth hooked up. He was still covering his face, but his mouth was open and he could see that he was smiling, unlike yesterday, when he was covering his face with a scarf. Kevin approaches the case and reaches out his hand.

“Thank you for the opportunity. I don't know how to thank you. I feel very fortunate to have met you. ”

As the gun grabs his hand and attempts to speak, the door of the studio opens. When the three of them saw the studio door at the same time, Byung-jun stopped smiling awkwardly as he opened the door.

“No.. I knocked a while ago but there was no answer · ·”

When Byung-jun saw Carlos, who was folding his arms and looking at him, running to greet him in ninety degrees.

“Good morning, sir! I'm Lee Byung-jun.”

Carlos reaches out his hand, smiling.

“I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Lee. You're his manager? He praises himself for being a talented manager. ”

Since Byung-jun was embarrassed, he scratched his elongated head and roasted.

“Oh, no. Haha. You're welcome. ”

Carlos looks back at the case with a bloody smile.

“This is why you said it would happen soon? Haha, Kevin. Call me tomorrow because this is my number. ”

I looked again at the business card that Carlos gave me, and I was impressed with Kevin with his two hands. Carlos, who built the disappearance, said with his shoulder.

“Then we should talk, shouldn't we? I'm going to check my schedule. ”

Gun smiled at me and told Byung-jun.

“I'll take care of him, bro. I told you on the phone. ”

Byeong-jun nodded, shaking his hand as if to ask him to go quickly.

“Well, I'll take care of it. Go and talk to him. Sir, then go inside! See you next time! ”

“Haha, yes. Please take good care of it. Then let's go.”

Gun and Carlos went out shoulder to shoulder, leaving only two people in the studio. Looking at Carlos' business card, he coughs at Kevin, who doesn't pretend to know him even though he's in front of him.

“Ahem · ·”

Then Kevin was surprised and asked, looking at Bottle Jun.

“Oops! Sorry, sorry. But who are you · · ·"

Byeong-jun smiled and recommended a seat after letting the liver face two chairs. As Kevin sat down, Byeong-jun across the street brought up the story.

“You don't have a company, do you? We're going to make a deal with you. ”

You turn your head a few times and ask Kevin if he's confused by an unexpected offer to catch a distant mental cord.

“You made a contract with the company because it was so sudden? ”

“Yes, I would like to formally sign a musician contract. ”

“No.. you weren't there when I was playing, so what did you see? · ·”

Byung-jun pointed to the door of the studio where Carlos and the case left.

“It's a guarantee from my friend who just left. That's enough.”

Kevin looks at the closed studio door for a long time and asks.

“Who the hell is that? Who's Carlos Montana and who's running from the company to sign a musician's contract? ”

Byeong-jun looked at the studio door and said.

“Ha, didn't he tell you who he was again? Erik.”

Byeong-jun searched his arms and gave out his business card.

“Our company is Fantasy. ”

Kevin is so surprised that he opens his eyes and receives his business card.

“Yes? Pa, Pa, Fantasy?? Are you sure? You mean, he, he, he, he, he, Kei, Kei's cows, his company? ”

Byung-jun nodded, smiling and pointing at the closed studio door.

“Kay, you just left. ”

Surprised by Kevin's sudden rise, the stool falls with a loud crash.

Boom!

“W-what, what!!!? Who's the one who just left? ”

Byeong-jun folded his arms and smiled.

“The first angel of Fantasy. This is Kay, and when you sign this contract, the day will come when you will be on stage with Kay. ”

“Huff!!! I'll sign the contract right now! Fe, give me a pen!!! ”

“Haha, let's start with the contract. First things first · · · · From the contract period · ·"

“Buy, buy, sign and let me explain! ”

The End

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