Devil's Music

A full week of studio deadlines.

I found out that Byung-jun is still issuing two doors in the studio. When Byung-jun, who was leaning inside outside the studio, heard no sound inside the recording booth, he quietly opened the door and looked inside, startled and ran in.

“Gun!!! ”

Bottle Joon, who found him lying on the floor of the studio, ran over and shook his gun and woke him up slapping his cheek.

“Gun! Gun! Come on! Look at this! ”

When Byeong-jun slapped his cheek vigorously, the frown opened his eyes.

“It hurts · · ·”

“Oh, my God, you bastard! ”

The gun turns and rubs its hands against the eyes.

“What time? ”

“It's 11: 00. What's going on here? ”

The gun raised its torso and yawned as it opened its base.

“Ahem, I only slept two hours ago after I finished the job. ”

Byeong-jun sat down with a sigh of relief and shouted again.

“Then why are you lying on the floor with the sofa? You scared the shit out of me! ”

After touching his face with a smile, the gun grabs the sofa with its hands and raises the sheet music and CD.

“Hehe, I just felt comfortable on the floor. I've got the guide and the sheet music ready. You can email it to me. Why would you tell me that? ”

Byeong-jun took the sheet music and CD and said.

“Phew, anyway. The contract must be signed in writing. I'm gonna go get my song signed. Can you do a lot of work? Go home and get some sleep. Just get in the car I came in. I can take a cab to the airport. ”

“You're going straight to Mexico? ”

“Yes, because it's today. ”

“Yes, haha, well done, brother. ”

“Yes, go straight home! Kiska waited every day. ”

“Hehe, got it. ”

Bottle Jun, who took out the yellow envelope with the sheet music and CD, left Lincoln Center and asked a member of his group to take the case home and catch a cab. After checking the flight time, Byung-joon arrived at the airport, he took a quick walk to gate 45 listed on the ticket. The person standing in front of Byeong-jun, who was taking a text to Sun Lin right now to leave for Mexico, fell down.

“Huff!! ”

It was so strong that Byeong-jun, who cracked his hip, looked up at the man looking down at him and said after he woke up emptying his clothes.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Stop looking at my phone. ”

He was tall, but he was much taller. However, unlike Bottle Joon, who was knocked down, the man who looked down at Bottle Joon with a calm expression smiled and said.

“Are you all right?”

“Oh, yeah. That's okay. I'm really sorry about this. ”

Byeong-jun apologized and looked at the man's face.

‘So handsome. Are you an actor? I don't think I've ever seen one, but it looks like a model in proportion. If Hugh were a little younger, I'd bring up the contract, but he looks like he's in his 40s. Too bad.'

Byeong-jun looks down once more, then steps back and lines up in front of the gate. When I looked back at the way Byeong-jun was touching his shoulder, taking out his passport and ticket, I could see the man who just bumped into him smiling single and looking at himself.

“Uh · · Yes, where are you hurt? ”

The man gives out a yellow envelope and says,

“You dropped this. ”

“Huff!”

After searching his arms, Byung-jun realized that the envelope with the sheet sheet of music was missing and bowed his head in acceptance of the envelope.

“Oh, thank you so much for this! I'm sorry I bumped into you, but I could use some help. It's important that you come all the way here to return it.I don't know how to repay you. ”

The man smirked and laughed.

“Haha, it's okay. ”

Byeong-jun waved his hand and said.

“No! You must repay your kindness! Give us your phone number and we'll take care of it. because this envelope has something really important in it. ”

The man smiled and said.

“No problem. You must be busy. Go ahead. I'm busy, too. ”

When the man turned around without listening to his answer, he called for the man a few more times and saw his turn to enter, and he looked behind the man with a sorry expression.

“Wow, he's a really good guy. I'm supposed to make friends with that person. ”

Byeong-jun looked at the back of the man for a long time, then his grandmother who was looking at him met her with her eyes, then she grew up and bowed her head.

“Oops, I'm sorry. ”

When Byung-jun hurriedly disappeared into the gate, the man who walked into Starbucks at the airport smiled as he saw two men sitting on the corner couch. A black-haired man was looking at the newspaper with sunglasses on, and a blonde boy looked around and laughed at the girls throwing at him, and as he approached the couch, a blonde boy showed up with one hand.

“Hey, how'd it go? ”

After seeing the girls staring at this, he said.

“Hehe, you're still here. Well done, Pymon. ”

When the black-haired man folded up the newspaper he was looking at and looked at him, he politely bowed his head.

“I'm here to see the President. ”

Margin nods at the empty couch next door.

“Well done, Amduras. Sit down.”

As Amduras sat down, the girls who sent Chupa fell asleep again.

“Boom! Here comes the third handsome guy! ”

“Oh, my God, the three of them are the best looking, and the atmosphere is different! ”

“I see! He's so handsome! ”

“By the way, the black-haired guy over there. Don't you think I've seen you somewhere? ”

“Well · · ah! You look just like Kay. Isn't that right?"

“Huff, seriously, since you look older than Kay, Kay probably resembles him. ”

Amduras smiles at the girls who speak aloud so that everyone can hear their own words.

“Is this fun for you, Pymon? ”

Pymon winks at the girls with a playful smile, and the girls fall back. Pymon smiles, looking at the girls with hearts in their eyes, and shrugs, turning to Amduras.

“Funny, isn't it? It's funny what females that look like chewed and spit in my eyes, haha."

Amduras laughs in riddles as she looks at Pymon and winks at the girls.

“You two look the same to me. ”

After the two men sent the wink, the girls shouted again and eventually became silent with the waiter's attention. The pot opens its mouth as soon as it calms down around you.

“So, what happened? ”

He rubs his hand against the back of his neck to see if Amduras loosened his neck muscles.

“One for exactly eight words. We put a purple blueprint on the red note. ”

Pymon crosses his chin with his elbow to the couch and asks.

“Then what happens? ”

“Purple stands for affection. It's a red note with a purple outline, which you won't see, but you'll notice when he looks at the music. because you have to change the notes in order to change the color. ”

Pymon said with an impression.

“What, so he can fix it when he sees it? ”

Amduras shrugs, smiling bloody.

“Do you know why I'm called the Devil of Music? If he finds out, he won't be able to fix it. ”

Pymon tilts his head and asks.

“Why is that? ”

Amduras glanced at the stalk where he was focusing on himself and said with a satisfied expression.

“I like the music I fixed better. Huhu”

“Hoho?”

“If they find out, they won't touch you. And if you study what I've left behind, the child will be much more advanced than he is now. ”

“Yeah? Sometimes you clean things up, huh? ”

Amduras looks down at Pymon and says,

“I am also a high demon, Earl Pymon. ”

Pymon smiles as if they were the same.

“Isn't that the kind of man who leaves a Harlem in his castle? If it's the Devil of Music, he insists on music. What's a man who brightens up women more than music? Mr. President, did you know that this man uses the mother of his beloved child as a maid? ”

As Pymon snitches at Gamagin, Amduras shakes his hand.

“Ha, Harlem! Well, I didn't touch the kid's mother! He's just doing the chores! Go, Mr. President! Oh, you misunderstand! ”

Pymon points and shoots more.

“Only a human woman in your castle knows more than three hundred! Why are all the gardeners and guards filling them with women? You one-woman motherfucker! ”

Amduras raises his hands as if he had been beaten by Pymon's rebuke.

“Phew, I was wrong. How can I defeat Pymon? You can stop now. ”

“Hehe, my victory! ”

With a playful look on his face, Pymon, who looks like a v., folds the newspaper over the table, smiling.

“Good, I'm glad it all worked out. Amduras, by the way, does the color red mean anger and purple mean affection harmonize? ”

Amduras, who was giving up everything like he had given up, smiled.

“When hatred, anger and affection are combined, it's called ‘compassion.’ It means you have to hate and love. It's a great feeling for those who grumble against their parents. Hehe”

Pymon smiles nervously at the winner's side.

“But Mr. President, should I make music out of a song that Carlos gave me? I noticed that you're an older professional musician, and you might find it a little different from the music that you've been doing, but you might find it repulsive. ”

When Gamagin sees Amduras again in Pymon's words, he shakes his head and says with a resolute expression.

“We do it unconditionally. If you look at the sheet music and say something else, he's not a musician. It's an insatiable music. Well, it was music that had already gone up to that level before I could see it. because, of course, I had my powers. ”

Pymon flinches his index finger.

“Oh, if you act smart, you'll attack again? ”

Amduras smiles back as he makes his move.

“I'm not pretending. I assure you, if you don't, I will hold you accountable. But that's never going to happen. Because Carlos is not a novice. ”

The confident Gamagin stands up, looking back at Amduras.

“All right, good work, everyone. Now let's go have a cup of tea in Harlem, Amduras. ”

Amduras rises from his seat in tears.

“Go, Mr. President! No, it's not! ”

“Hehe, let's go check it out. ”

Pymon rises up with a playful smile.

“Hehehe, you'll be surprised to see that, Mr. President. Hehehe."

It was Amduras, who was cold sweating, looking at the backs of the two leaving.

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