Devil's Music

It was more than three hours after Carlos and Jose returned to the practice room. Those who did not want to interfere with Gun's hard training of Kevin will be called from Gun shortly after a relaxed meal and an atmosphere of good mood.

I was enjoying a leisurely afternoon from a thousand cafes to coffee and returned no matter how long I waited. To avoid interruption, Carlos opens the practice room door carefully, listening to the bass flutter bursting out of his ear and smiling deeply.

“Khh, it's been three hours since you started playing something else entirely, hasn't it, José? ”

Jose looks surprised as he listens to Kevin play and points at his face with a long face.

“Hey, is it my turn? ”

Carlos smirks at José's nervous back.

“Look at this guy! Haha, if you wait three hours, you can play like this. Isn't it exciting? ”

Jose leans inside the practice room, swallowing his thirsty saliva.

“By the way, you saw Kevin training. It's a good thing I'm following you, but if I don't, then Kay's gonna blow up. ”

“Hehe, that's not him. Even if you can't, he'll make it to the end. Don't worry, let's go inside, Hehe."

Carlos and José walk into the practice room and see Kevin playing passionately in the recording booth behind the window. There was more than three hours of training, but his expression seemed rather enjoyable than exhausted. Standing in front of Kevin's stool playing

Carlos folds his arms and nods, noticing that the waving of his hand around Lee and the sheet is much better than before.

“It's worth listening to. ”

Jose also stands side-by-side with Carlos and nods.

“Well, obviously. This is how the bass melody line was grooved. ”

I saw Jose looking at Booth with a nervous look on his face and he was in the recording booth. As Jose flinches and hardens, what was beyond the window sends a signal to wave his hand in. When José looks at Carlos, he smiles and nods.

“Looks like it's your turn. Go inside. Haha."

“Khh, okay. Bye.”

As Jose opens the recording booth door, he hears a voice that stops Kevin from playing.

“Carlos! I don't think we have time for practice today, so can you come tomorrow morning? ”

Carlos opens his arms and shouts as Jose looks at Carlos as he turns to cry.

“Haha, okay. Hard, please! You both need a lot of practice! I'll see you tomorrow then. ”

“Yes! Go in! ”

After Carlos took his guitar with no justification, Jose hesitated to enter the recording booth and saw him leave. Jose sat on a drum and asked, looking for a change in Kevin that looked like he was sweating all over the sauna.

“So it's Baton Touch now? ”

After seeing Jose's words, Kevin looks brightly, but his body hardens as soon as he sees the evil expression. The case turned around and laughed.

“No, bass and drums are like husbands and wives. The drums are the center of all the plays, so it's natural for the bass to play the drums in time. Kevin will be with you when you practice Jose. ”

Kevin's expression distorted, but he smiles as he recovers.

“I'm still fine. Let's do it.”

The gun stood up with a smile on its face.

“Practice is practice, let's take 10 minutes off. You haven't rested in three hours. ”

After the gun left the recording booth, José, who was making a silly face, asked Kevin to put down his guitar.

“You haven't rested in three, three hours? ”

Kevin smiles as he wipes his sweat off his face with his clothes.

“Yes, I did. ”

“Phew · · · Isn't it hard? Is that what you want me to do? ”

Kevin opens his teeth and smiles.

“Perhaps? The practice with Carlos is nothing compared to that. Hehe, but did you hear me play? It definitely improves, so follow me. ”

José turns his stick around and nods.

“Well, sure. But isn't it hard? ”

Kevin opens the booth door and says,

“It's hard, but José will find out soon enough. The power of this song. ”

“Huh? The power of the song? ”

“The more I play, the cooler I feel. It's like a mental catharsis. You know how it feels to go up to the top of a mountain and yell at a whale and curse? Yeah, and the more I finish it, the more vivid it feels. So practice a little more.

There will come a time when you want to do it yourself. In my case, it was only 30 minutes ago that I felt that way. José, who's been playing drums longer than I have, will feel it a little faster. Haha, I'm sweating so much, I'm going to get some fresh air and dry off. ”

José turns from a booth left alone to a serious face, unable to understand Kevin's words.

“Mental catharsis? You want more practice? ”

Jose's eyes lit up, leaving him alone. José wore his headphones for a moment and began to read the music again from the beginning.

* *

The next day.

Carlos woke up early in the morning and asked me to come to the practice room. The first thing Carlos noticed when he opened the practice room was taking out a delicious sandwich and coffee.

It was Jose and Kevin sleeping on a wet couch and a cot. Carlos laughs as if he didn't know how hard he was practicing and saw José grinding his teeth like he was having a nightmare with Kevin snoring.

Carlos, who quietly put down his food and coffee on the table, looked at the recording booth and saw him sitting by himself outside the window looking at the sheet music. When I took out two cups of coffee and opened the recording booth door, something was concentrating on my head.

“Oh, is Carlos here? ”

Carlos brings out a cup of coffee and smiles.

“Well done. ”

The gun smiled and took the coffee.

“Thank you, Carlos. Thank you."

Carlos sits in a couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and sees the sheet music he's looking at.

“Can you fix something? What are you looking at? ”

I took a sip of hot coffee and put the sheet of music aside with a smile on my face.

“Oh, there's something I need to study more personally. I'm not gonna fix it. ”

“Is that so? Every day is going to make a difference. To be honest, I wasn't nearly as surprised as I was at the Lollapalooza Festival. It was great then, of course. ”

“Haha, don't take the plane. ”

“Hehe, I didn't put it on my mouth. ”

Carlos takes a look at the sheet sheet music he put away.

“But what about the lyrics? There's no lyrics in the sheet music. Untitled. ”

The gun smiles and tries to open its mouth, but you ask with a playful look.

“Can you guess the title? ”

Carlos said with a silly look.

“Am I a fortuneteller? How do you know the title of the song you wrote? ”

“Heehee, you've played before, right? You can use words to describe how you felt when you played. ”

Carlos looks through the case and tries to pick up the sheet music. He opens his mouth carefully.

“The feelings I felt were · · · · anger, anger, hatred, and affection. ”

The gun twists its eyebrows.

“Tragedy?”

“Yes, I feel like I hate you, but I love you the other way around. Although anger and anger are more powerful than that, of course. Is any of the words I've said close to the title? ”

The gun gives you a worrying look, then nods.

“Fury”

Carlos smiles with a shimmer.

“That's the song with the right emotions! ”

When I saw Carlos happy, I made a complicated look on his face.

Because compassion is complicated, there are many emotions that are not explained by just one emotion. Love is a combination of love and hatred. So the red with the purple borders is compassion, but the sum of the emotions remains unchanged.

It's possible to put it in my notes. ’

When I thought of a clue that could take me one step further in my current way of composing a story as the emotion line changed, I realized that as a professional musician, he had entered the process of developing something.

I got up and went out of the recording booth. Carlos took a sip of coffee and sat on the couch, looking out the window at the fact that he was throwing his serious gaze at the floor. Carlos spills his eyes when he hears Jose sleep while grinding his teeth.

“Umm · · · I'm sorry.. I'll do it all over again · ·”

Kevin, lying beside the cot, faintly asleep, turns and slaps his head.

“Ugh, you're worse than Carlos. Are you trying to kill me?”

Carlos, who listens to the two mutterings and kills the sound, desperately stops his mouth from making a sound, but can't help but laugh or starts to giggle. A car that smiled and noticed that two exhausted people were waking up.

After a long time, Ross leaned against the couch and drank a cup of coffee.

The two who were asleep only opened their eyes about an hour later. As soon as he got up, Kevin punched him in the face several times without washing his face.

“Carlos! I'll show you what I practiced last night! Come in!”

Carlos gives a drum stick to a gladdened look at Kevin as if he was full of something. Carlos turns his head, and José looks more pleased with himself than Kevin, pushing the drum stick towards his face.

“From today's practice, Carlos, you will be the most excited! ”

Carlos walks into the recording booth with the two of you, leaking his vanity. After practicing yesterday, Carlos saw Kevin clapping his fingers on his shoulders just as he dropped the guitar without touching the guitar's settings.

“Hehe, I guess you've been practicing. Confidence. All right, let's go. ”

After Carlos inspected the distortion, the guitar stood up and brought a microphone stand in the middle. Kevin looks at it and asks with a slightly anticipated face.

“Huh? You want to sing? ”

The gun stops and smiles after looking around Carlos and Jose, looking at themselves.

“Yeah, I've got some music coming up, so I'm going to practice. ”

Kevin wiggles his sheep's fists in an uproar.

“Oh!!! Finally listening to lyrics!! ”

Carlos looks at the matter with a serious look, makes eye contact, then nods slightly. Gun stands in front of the microphone and quietly stares into the air. The gun takes a big breath, placing its left hand on the microphone.

“Let's go, Fury! ”

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