Devil's Music

The start of Fury was the base solo. As soon as Carlos started to play, Kevin was watching the groove, but he started playing fast beats, shaking his hand and stopping playing. When they all saw the gesture of the hand and stopped playing, Gun looked at Kevin and said,

“As soon as Carlos gets in, your performance is going to work, Kevin. ”

Kevin asked with a face that he didn't understand.

“Isn't it natural that the bass gets eaten by a guitar? In the band, bass is supposed to help the drums stay centered, but what if it bounces off the guitar? ”

The gun crosses its arms and looks at Kevin, turning its head toward Carlos.

“Is that what Carlos thinks? ”

Carlos stands on his guitar and approaches Kevin and flicks his fingers on his forehead.

“Ugh!!! ”

Carlos expressions earnestly after Kevin's grumpy expression on his red brow.

“You can't even tell by the sheet music? This is bass and guitar fighting. Don't you get it?”

Kevin rubs his hands on his forehead and shouts.

“What if bass and guitar are fighting! Even in harmony, it's not cool. ”

“Oh, look at this guy. I heard you've been practicing. You've been selling spirits and practicing your technique. If you saw the sheet music, you'd understand the whole song. What do you feel about this music? ”

“Feel what? It's a great song! Heavy! Fast! That's the kind of song that explodes! ”

Carlos throws his head back and gives Kevin a hard time. Carlos, who saw Kevin like that, smiled and explained.

“Heavy, fast, explosive. Is that all you got? You have to put your emotions in the right words. Listen, what this song is saying is anger, anger, hatred, compassion. Heavy, fast, not explosive, man. ”

Kevin, who was crying, wondered if his forehead really hurt.

“Rage? Rage? Hate or pity? ”

“Yes, that expression of anger and hatred is expressed as you and me eating each other alive. Do you understand?”

After Kevin straightens up again, he looks through the sheet music on the stand. Carlos turns around, looking to give him a moment, then looks at the case and nods. Waiting for Kevin, who was troubled by the expression of his gratitude in his eyes, he asked.

“Then Kay. So the reason you were bass-up 32 words before the vocaling line was in here, does that mean you want me to play like I'm playing guitar? ”

The gun nods slightly.

“We're not just fighting. Imagine a dragon and tiger fighting in your head. ”

Kevin looks strangely at the scene in his head.

“Can dragons · · · · tigers fight? ”

Gun flinched and said.

“Just imagine that image. Imagine a tiger as big as a dragon, wielding sharp claws at a dragon. On the contrary, you can imagine a dragon blasting fire away from its fangs and claws. ”

Kevin closes his eyes and tries to recall the scene.

“Let's go back. ”

Kevin constantly recalled the image and started playing the bass. As Carlos' focused guitar vomited heavy, fast, and low notes, Kevin suddenly stopped playing as he felt the notes emanating from Kevin and Carlos' guitars clash against each other in the practice room. Jose, who stopped playing, mutters as he stares into the air.

“It looked real · · · · · The illusion of notes bumping into each other in the air · ·”

The gun bares its teeth and smiles.

“That's right, Kevin. ”

Carlos also smiled and said to Kevin, staring into the air with his lost focus.

“This is the real Fury, Kevin. ”

Kevin remained stunned for a long time, then snapped at the guitar's neck and said in a hurry.

“Again, again!! Let's go again right away! ”

The gun nods slightly and looks at Jose.

“Here we go again! ”

Kevin lowers down, opens his legs and starts playing, and soon Carlos' guitar bursts into flames. Kevin's tune swings sharp fangs and claws into the air as if he didn't want to be defeated by Carlos' frantic burst of flames. As Jose's drum began to beat and control everyone's heartbeat, like a drum leading a large army on the battlefield, the gun grabbed the microphone, turned its back and roared.

“Rrrrgh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ”

I closed my eyes and looked at Carlos' eyes as surprised as he was screaming.

"What the hell! This sound? A thick, tearing roar! It's like a sword tearing and protruding from the flag of an enemy! ’

Kevin lowers his body and looks at Carlos' guitar to see if he can't hear the case while fighting the guitar with all his might. After a few moments of fierce combat, the guitar crouches and still reveals sharp teeth toward the enemy, making a heavy sound, and the gun grabs the microphone and opens its eyes.

Every child's story begins with the parents.

(All children's stories start with their parents)

Starting with the low, heavy, but roaring voice, the guitar that shrugged back up into the sky. When the dragon flew through the sky with its force through the clouds, it emitted a fire hotter than lava to the tiger staring at itself with a terrifying look on the earth, its low, sharp voice pierced through the air.

Before I was still a deep river

It was just a little puddle.

A little stone that flew to me.

When he crouched, wounded by the ripples

Suddenly, José's drum, which was assimilated in playing, closed its eyes and sweated, rang as if it was torn by leather. The hand-held sheet of music is thrown to the ground, grabbing the microphone with both hands and bending at the waist.

Where were you?

What did you do?

All I ever wanted was for you.

You were counting on me.

A thick sweat drops down Carlos' forehead, which was spurting with a guitar. Unlike Kevin, who exerts his strength just by fighting his guitar, Carlos, who was able to hear the case, screams endlessly into his heart.

What a voice! If there's a demon, that's what it sounds like! But it's not an evil voice! It's the voice of a Berserker who lures warriors into battle! Besides, what is this lyrics? I knew Kiska was a genius, but you could write lyrics like this? ’

The bloodshot eyes roar in agonizing expressions, staring at the ceiling of the recording booth.

My mother was in danger when my son was born.

Once the birth is determined, the child is in danger.

Pain! Pain from anger and hatred in your heart!

Rage! Rage from anger and hatred in your heart!

Hate! Hate in the heart from anger and hatred!

As the playing gets closer and closer to Climax, even Carlos loses his breath and continues a fierce battle with Kevin's base. Jose's body leaned forward and looked at the ground, beating bass tam and snare like crazy, trembling with joy.

"What a song! A song called Fury! Amazing, it feels like this being with a musician named Keira! ’

The gun grabs the microphone with both hands and shouts, placing its foot on the chair and bent over.

The Odd Weapon of Rage

Other weapons are used by people.

The weapon of wrath uses us.

Hidden rage erupts.

Lava erupts in the mind

Pain! Pain from anger and hatred in your heart!

Rage! Rage from anger and hatred in your heart!

Hate! Hate in the heart from anger and hatred!

At last, after the fierce battle between the dragon and the tiger, the final lyrics of the recording booth filled with drum drums like the sound of the battlefield announcing retreat.

Anger starts with recklessness.

It ends with regret.

The drum of the last retreat rings and the song ends. Jose, who is still leaning forward and gasping for breath, and Carlos, who is looking at him with frightening eyes, are also making the same faces as Kevin, who is thankful that all the wars are over, injured his arms and legs, and he collapsed and breathed and survived. Everyone couldn't open their mouths.

The long face of empowerment and feeling the futility of war, he smiles helplessly and puts the microphone to his mouth.

“A song like this · · · · You have to rest if you sing once. That's why they didn't sing until the end. Huhu”

Carlos, who was staring at the shovel of his eyes, entered his eyes with sweat flowing down from his forehead. He raised his arms and wiped his sweat with his clothes, but he could not take his eyes off the gun. Gun plugs the microphone into the stand and says powerlessly.

“Let's take a break. ”

As the gun opens the recording booth door, Kevin sits facedown on the floor with his guitar strapped behind his eyes as the gun moves.

“What kind of music is this?"

Jose, who was still panting with his back bent, muttered with his gaze on the floor.

“This is absurd. There is such a thing as war. ”

Carlos listens to them and then stretches his back. While he lowers his posture for more than five minutes and plays frantically, he has no time to pay attention to the screams of his joints, but when he regains consciousness, Carlos gives a deep glance, rubbing his shoulders and arms as he sits helplessly on the couch outside the practice room.

“Kay's song is still · · · a student. I assumed the score, but after playing it myself, I felt like a warrior on the battlefield. ”

Carlos looks at you with a complex expression.

“It's still early twenties. And still a student. What kind of music does the world get when he actually flies up? ”

Kevin, who heard Carlos' muttering, sits on the floor, smiling helplessly.

“Can't spend a minute and a second in vain if he wants to be the shadow next to him when he flies up? ”

Carlos looks up at Kevin, looking up at him on the floor, and smiles deeply.

“Son of a bitch, you are now the bassist of Montana. ”

Kevin opens his teeth and smiles.

“Not yet.”

Carlos takes off his guitar and puts it on the stand.

“Yeah, not yet, dude. Puhaha”

Kevin gets up from his seat and asks with his pants down.

“How was I? ”

Carlos grins and taps Kevin on the shoulder.

“It was worth fighting for. ”

“Hehe."

“But I won. ”

“Huff!! I don't think I've won yet · ·”

“Shut up, I've still won. ”

“Huff!! Dammit!! Let's go again! ”

“Okay, come on, I'm not dead yet. ”

“You old dragon!!! ”

“A young, ignorant tiger! ”

“Knng!! Jose!! Beat me again, I'll bite the old dragon today!! ”

When I heard the song starting to ring again outside the practice room I smiled faintly.

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