Devil's Music

The gun pulls the sheet of music Carlos is looking at, placing it next to him, and smiles interrogatively.

“I'm not done yet. I'll show you the lyrics later. ”

Kevin sits down next to the case and tries to pick up the sheet with his curious eyes. He quickly holds on to the sheet and hides it behind his head with a firm expression.

“Not yet. It's not the completion phase. ”

“Okay, just show me for a second. ”

“No.”

“Why!”

“Who wants to show off their incomplete results? ”

“Oh! But this is our song, and you deserve to see the middle results! ”

And I said, "Yeah, I'll show you the middle result. ”

“Fuck!”

Carlos, who was looking at Kevin, put his hand in his coat pocket as he gave up taking the sheet music from the gun.

“So... there's nothing we can do yet? ”

“No, I don't. I'll work on getting you into practice tomorrow afternoon. ”

“Well, okay. Then I'll come back tomorrow. Kevin, let's go.”

Kevin glances at Carlos and looks at the hidden score.

“Can't I just stay here? ”

Carlos grabs Kevin's arm and pulls him up.

“No, man. Let's get out of here without interrupting. ”

“Ugh, I'm dying of curiosity! ”

“Forget it, go home and practice more. ”

Kevin is dragged out of Carlos' hands, and he smiles with Kiska's eyes and begins to focus less than a minute after they leave. From the end of the pen to the sheet music, all notes were outlined.

‘I am familiar with it. How to draw notes with the texture of the mind. ’

The scorecard on which the gun is drawn has a green border on the red note. I filled out about a page of information and looked at the sheet music in the light.

‘Red borders for anger, hatred, and green borders for emotional relief. This is my second Fury that makes for a healthy display of anger. ’

I took away the sheet music from the light, and I saw Kiska crouching her chin with both hands, smiling. The eye was sad for a moment, but Kiska quickly recovered before noticing it, patting the girl's head and looking at the wall clock.

“Aren't you hungry? ”

Kiska lowers her hand to the table, nodding loudly and smiling, placing a pen and sheet on the table and wearing a coat.

“Let's eat something. Is the school cafeteria okay? ”

Kiska jumps off the chair and wears a pink coat off the couch to make sure she was hungry. The one who dressed Kiska right away, whimpering her arm wrong, grabbed her hand and headed to the restaurant. It's a little crowded on vacation, but there's a hundred of them in Julius' big restaurant.

There were students eating. As Gun and Kiska held hands for a meal, all the students' gazes were focused. It was relatively safe inside the school, so I bent my knees and looked up at the menu board together at the eye level of Kiska.

“What do you want? Three menus today. There's spaghetti, there's Cutlet. Uh, there's ramen, too. Ah... Japanese ramen, I'm afraid. Kiska, what can I get you? ”

When Kiska raised her little hand to point to Spaghetti, the case arose and ordered two of them on the same menu. I turned my head toward the cafeteria to find a place to sit on the tray for food that came straight out of the school cafeteria, and then I fixed it. There are over a hundred students in the cafeteria.

because he was looking at himself and Kiska. The awkward smile slightly raises the tray. I came here to eat, and it was a gesture asking me not to make a fuss, but when I saw a few girls who didn't know it, I saw them walking at least once.

I walked to the far corner of the restaurant with Skye.

Putting the tray on the white table and seating Kiska on the chair, she turns to the approaching girls. Girls who were approaching with curious eyes stopped at the gunpoint and looked at themselves. Gun one step forward.

He said.

“I'm sorry, I don't want to be disturbed by you being with Kiska, but if you want an autograph or a picture, I'd like to take it and eat it quickly. ”

After walking a few words, the girls quickly took a few photos and thanked me for leaving them a picture or autograph. If you're going to look around in the cafeteria, it's better to just look at yourself from afar.

I watched the students who were only looking at Rabo and sat down without a chair. Kiska smiles, holding a spoon and fork in both hands, looking at the table beans with her fists, whether she was hungry but waiting for the gun to sit down.

Among the spaghetti on the tray, the cream spaghetti was placed on the side of Kiska and the tomato spaghetti was placed in front of him, sweeping his head up and smiling.

“Let's eat.”

Kiska, who was sucking noodles into the spaghetti bowl because she was very hungry, put a lot of cream on her mouth, and the gun pulled a tissue off the table and wiped the girl's mouth.

“You're hungry, aren't you? Eat a lot, Kiska. ”

Whether it was better to wipe your mouth or to wipe your mouth in the middle while eating spaghetti, the eyes of Kiska's gaze changed. When Kiska looks at the bowl, she looks sad, but when she looks at herself, she smiles brightly.

Other students who were watching the case chatted.

“Kay... doesn't it feel a little strange? ”

“Yes, I've seen it a lot, and I've always held hands with you two smiling. Even today... Something's wrong with Kay's face. I used to look at him so cute all the time, he was dying. ”

“Oh, look. When the kid bows down, he looks like he's about to cry. ”

“Are you practicing acting? ”

“What kind of acting is a musician? ”

“Why? Even musicians do dramas and movies.

“It's because they're not popular, or they're interested in you. Kay wouldn't do that. You don't have to. ”

“Well, that's true. ”

“Now! Now look. ”

“Oh, really. You only smile when you wipe the kid's mouth. ”

“Don't you look a little sad? That look. I don't know why, but my heart hurts a little. ”

“What? You sympathize with something you don't even know as a Kay fan? Don't worry about it."

“Tsk, for real? ”

Kiska looked back at them, looking at them as if they were indifferent to the students who were approaching them differently and mumbling away without screaming. The girl's eyes smiled brightly as always. The way Kiska looked at people with mysterious eyes.

Heading to the untouched spaghetti dish, the gun smiles and pushes the tomato spaghetti.

“Would you like some of this, too? ”

When Kiska opened her mouth with cream on her mouth, she smiled and asked about how she rolled a stone in her fork to make a good tomato spaghetti.

“Is it good?”

Kiska smiled as she tasted it, her elbow resting on the table, and she looked at the girl without pity. Although it seemed something different today, Kiska smiles happily as if all her nerves were focused on her. Stars

It was not everyday, but it was important to spend time with Kiska. I continued to play with Kiska while working and returned to Red Kessle until it was too late at night. Handing over Kiska to the nanny who was waiting is a small part of Kiska on her way to her home to change her clothes.

I was staring right back at him.

“Maybe the day you leave for England. The boss and the lady are leaving too. ”

He suddenly approached his side and kept his gaze on the back of Kiska without looking at the talking Miroslav until it was time for the girl's appearance to be completely invisible, so he lowered his head slightly and sighed.

“Few days left. ”

Miroslav nods slightly as he looks at the gun's side with a blunt look on his face. Miroslav, who had a slightly sad look on his face, said with a look on his face.

“Come in. It's cold. ”

“Yes.”

Unlike the answer, I looked up at the main house and stepped forward to open the door of the annex.

“Hello?”

He also said, smiling as he saw him scratching his armpits while lying on the couch wearing only his panties.

“I'm here with Kiska. Get dressed. ”

“Okay, I get it. ”

Byeong-jun went into the room to get dressed. When Bottle Joon came out of the living room dressed in shorts and t-shirts, he noticed that he was sitting on the piano chair with a blank look on his coat.

“What?”

Byeong-jun, who was looking at the matter with strange eyes, suddenly changed his face and shouted.

“You can't be serious! Another headache? ”

Byeong-jun jumped and touched Gun's forehead.

“I don't have a fever. What's wrong with you? Tell me.”

Looking up at Bottle Joon touching his forehead, his expression gradually distorted. Byeong-jun, who saw that look, opened his eyes wide and touched the head.

“Does it really hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital now? ”

As I started distorting my face, I suddenly burst into tears.

“Uuuhhhh!! ”

“What, what! ”

Sitting on the piano chair, the gun buries its face in front of him and cries out in a loud voice as he tries to take it off.

“Come on! Is it really because you're sick? Oh, no! Let's go to the hospital! ”

No matter how hard Byeong-jun tries to tear it off, he doesn't stop crying because he holds his stomach tight. Byung-jun noticed that he was crying because he was sad, not because he was sick. He stopped trying to take the case off and looked down at the case. Ten times the gunshot stopped crying.

It was after the spare. Even though he was still shrugging his shoulders, Byeong-jun was sitting next to the piano, detaching the case that seemed to calm down a bit. Byeong-jun, who was looking at the side of the case silently for a moment, asked.

“Why, what happened? ”

“Sniff, sniff. ”

“Tell me. What aren't you telling me? ”

The gun rubs its nose with the back of its hand and rubs its tears like chicken poop again.

“Huff, huff."

Byeong-jun patted his back as if trying to calm down the case. I heard a calm voice in Byeong-jun's ear that waited for him to stop crying for a long time.

“Ugh, Gregory and... Ugh, Kiska are leaving. ”

Byeong-jun's eyes widened.

“What? Where? ”

“To Gregory's hometown...”

“How much?”

“Huff, sniff. ”

Since the gun didn't answer, Byeong-jun grabbed the gun's shoulder and stared at it.

“How long? A month? Two months?"

The thing that distorted my face stained with tears cried out again.

“They might not come back! ”

Bottle Joon, who had a silver-faced face, missed his shoulder.

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