Devil's Music

Bottle Joon arrived in Montana's private practice room in Plaza Garibaldi in the center of Mexico City with an envelope wrapped around his side and knocked on the door.

Knock, knock.

You hear a rustling sound, and the man's voice does not sound, and the door opens wide. After a few days of frivolous hair, Kevin, who had not washed his hair, looked at Bottle Jun and scratched his head.

“Oh, is the dean here? ”

Byung-jun looked at Kevin's mollusk and asked with a silly eye.

“No, what does it look like? It was clean the other day. Why is it like this? ”

“Haha · · Well, come in anyway. ”

The practice room, guided by Kevin, had a cot spread out in the office in front of the recording booth. Kevin, who led him to the couch, took the drink out of the refrigerator and put out the can, smiling awkwardly. Bottle-jun, who took the can, asked Kevin to sit across from him.

“Is something wrong? The practice room is stylish and cool, but Kevin looks like shit. What the hell is going on? ”

Kevin takes a drink in his half-opened eyes and says,

“Oh, I've been practicing. ”

“Is Carlos harassing you with hardcore membranes, SM, whips, candlesticks? ”

“Hahaha, that can't be right. He's training hard, but he doesn't do that, so don't worry, dean. ”

Byeong-jun, who was looking closely at Kevin's appearance, shakes his head.

“I'll send you a manager as soon as I can. Just a minute. We're recruiting at headquarters, but it may take some time for us to pick a decent person, as this is probably Kay's thing. ”

Kevin smiles as he looks up at the can.

“I'm still not uncomfortable. It also has a great view of your space. ”

“Exactly. Why do you sleep in the practice room with such a nice place?" ”

“Haha, I'm just practicing till dawn and I don't want to go home, haha."

“Phew, let's get you cleaned up. ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. Hehe”

“What about Carlos, by the way? ”

“He'll be here soon. You're here early. ”

“Mmm · · · It's 4: 00 pm. Are you early? ”

“He usually comes out now and practices until 11: 00 at night. ”

“I don't know why artists sleep so much in the morning. ”

“Hehe, I have nothing to say to you either. Did you get the song?”

Byeong-jun looked at the envelope and said.

“I brought it. ”

Kevin reaches out and stops as he reaches for his hand.

“Ah! No, no, no. Carlos would have to see it first. ”

Byeong-jun also nodded and left the envelope beside him for a moment to talk about what had happened. Soon after Mancarlos opened the door and looked at Byeong-jun, he looked back.

“Oh, Mr. Lee! You've come to the right date. Haha, the more I see, the more I like Fantasy. ”

Byung-jun jumped up and shook his hand and laughed.

“Sir, I'll see you in a few days! ”

Carlos shakes Byeong-jun's hand, drops his guitar and sits on the couch, making an impression on Kevin.

“What, did you sleep here again? It stinks. Go wash up. ”

Kevin raises his arm, sniffing, sniffing and smiling at the interface.

“Can't we just watch the song? ”

Carlos shakes his head decisively.

“You smell like a practice room. Get out there and wash up right now. Leave the windows open on the way out. ”

“Haha, okay. I'll be back.”

As Kevin leaves, Carlos reaches out his hand, looking forward to seeing the envelope he's holding.

“Is that it?”

“Oh, yes, sir. Here you go."

As Byeong-jun politely handed over the envelope, Carlos quickly opened the envelope and took out the musical note, placing the musical note on his thigh, leaning down and concentrating. Byeong-jun, who was watching Carlos' reactions as he breathed, began to get nervous as he watched Carlos's face change at a time.

"Whew, I've heard this before, but would Carlos want to listen to this? It's so different from the color of Montana. Ugh, look at that look on your face. Should I go to America again? ’

Carlos reads the musical notes one last time without even forgetting to breathe. After he sees the last note, he vomits out a rough breath.

Huff, huff, huff.

Carlos smiles nervously as he breathes.

“This, Kay, is trying to kill the inspiration. I can't believe I'm suffocating just looking at the sheet music. ”

“Th-that's it? How... do you not like it? ”

“Hehe, I see. ”

I smiled awkwardly as if Byung-jun knew it would happen.

“Well, right? because this is what it looks like. ”

“Let's do it.”

“Yes, yes. So it's too different from Montana's color. Yes?”

Byeong-jun looks surprised and sees Carlos with a cool smile, leaning against the couch and twisting his legs. Carlos put his hand on his knee with his thick ring.

“Obviously, this song doesn't go with Montana. It's not the Latin Rock I've been walking on. Let's just say the genre is a mixture of Thrash Metal and Hardcore. ”

“H-Thresh... Hardcore · · ·? ”

“Well · · To put it simply, think of it as a combination of music from Metallica and Rage Against The Machine. Is the tuning initially in D drops? This is a down tune from Metallica's" Sad But True. "Of course there's another one.

It's heavier and lower than a tune, even though it's used a lot. ”

When Byung-jun came up with the jargon, he didn't understand and asked questions, but whether he understood it or not, Carlos did not stop speaking his mind.

“Look at the BPM there. It's 190. It means" Master of puppets. "This low tune, this extremely fast speed tune, doesn't really suit Montana. ”

“Oh · · Yes · · · BP · · Yes”

“Also, when you look at bass and drum parts, they're very groove, unlike Metallica, right? This makes the listener feel very rhythmic. This scale feels like the Lassie Argentine machine. which is a little bit different, of course. ”

“Ah · · · I see. ”

“Well, and the rhythm of the part where BPM changes over here is like killing in the name of Rage Against The Machine. ”

Byung-jun felt dizzy and touched his head in the description of the professional terminology and the name of the rock musician.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Then why are you doing it, sir? ”

Carlos puts the sheet music on the table and smiles.

“It's great music. Amazing, really. ”

Carlos sees Bottom Jun making a silly face and pulls his guitar out of the case.

“This is an unbearable piece of music if you don't play it right now! If the musician meets this music and refuses to match the color, it's not the musician! Amazing, really amazing! ”

Byeong-jun carefully said as he looked at the contract out of his arms.

I said, "Well, then you have to sign a contract.”

Carlos puts his guitar on his shoulder and wags his hand toward the recording booth with a musical note.

“Later. Now I want to play this music. Please be patient. ”

“Oh, yes, sir. I understand.”

Bottle Joon sighed in relief as he walked into the recording booth, put on his headphones, and watched Carlos start playing guitar with his eyes closed. The headphones were connected to the amp, so I couldn't hear Carlos, but I could see him playing along the guide CD with a focused face.

The expression reminded me of the satisfaction. Then, after placing his carved hand on a convex belly with his back against the couch, he looked a little relaxed.

‘Phew, I'm so nervous for a second. It was more than a struggle. ’

Knuckle

Byeong-jun, who was sitting comfortably, hurriedly snapped to the sound of the door opening. Carlos raises his head out of the recording booth and asks with a curious look.

“Hey, that's a little different from what was recorded on the guide CD. What happened? ”

Byeong-jun frowned in embarrassment.

“Huh? Well, that can't be right. Kay recorded it himself.”

“Oh, yeah? There must be some mistake. The music note is better, so the guide CD is wrong. All right, I'm sure the score is correct. Please be patient. ”

“Yep! Yes, sir. ”

As Carlos steps back into the recording booth, Bottle Joon lets out a small sigh and wipes off his cold sweat.

‘Gunny is not the one making this mistake · · · · he worked on the night sheet and recorded it unconsciously. So the musical records were normal, but the only problem was the guide CD. I thought you were a perfectionist. You're making a mistake, haha. ’

When Byung-jun was waiting outside for about thirty minutes, the outer door opened and washed neatly, and Kevin came in after shaving.

“Oh, Chief. Do you have a contract?”

Byeong-jun shook his head as he listened to the unsigned contract.

“No, he's waiting to see the song first. ”

Kevin looks at Carlos in the recording booth and nods.

“Then I'll go check it out for a while. ”

“Yes, there's plenty of time. Take your time. ”

As Kevin opens the door to the recording booth, Carlos takes off his headphones, looks up and down, and smiles.

“Yes, you've washed well. ”

“Haha, if anyone's listening, I think you're an abusive grandfather, Carlos. ”

“Hehe, the music came to Kay. ”

“I heard that earlier. What do you think?”

Carlos raises his thumb.

“Tell me, what are you doing? ”

Kevin picks up his headphones with a shimmer.

“Good?”

Carlos opens his teeth and smiles.

“Kevin, you're gonna have to screw me. ”

Kevin pauses with his headphones, puzzled.

“A loom?”

Carlos looks up at Kevin, raising his mouth loop and raising the sheet music.

“It's a song that's eaten by each other all the time. It's a song where guitar and bass are constantly fighting to eat each other. If you don't want to get eaten by me, you're gonna have to spend the next few days of the night. Hahaha”

Kevin blushed and pressed the play button on the guide CD and used headphones. Kevin's eyes grew larger and bigger as he pressed down on his headphones from the moment the first note came out. As Carlos smiles as he looks at Kevin listening to the guide, he suddenly sees Kevin roaring, throwing headphones at him.

“Awesome!!!!!!!!! ”

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