Devil's Music

Carlos and Gunn placed a table in the middle on the couch next to the window of the hotel room and slammed into their respective beers and drank a cool beer. Unlike Carlos, when he smashed a sip of beer and threw his gaze out the window, it was quiet for a long time between the two of them.

Carrot opens his mouth first, as he looks back at the center of Liverpool in the winter.

“I heard about Kiska. ”

Carlos said, taking the can back to his mouth, looking out the window with sad eyes, with a self-indulgent smile.

“Everyone has a sad day, and right now you're having a sad day of your life. By the way, everything that is born has to be prepared for an unbelievable farewell, because meeting, knowing, loving, and separating are common sad stories of every human being. ”

He quietly turns his head and looks at you.

“Did that happen to Carlos, too? ”

Carlos takes the remaining beer in one swoop, takes his hand to a new can of beer and sends his poor gaze out the window.

“I'm a few years old, and I've never had that experience, and I've had so much love and so much separation. Of course, I didn't part with a kid like your youngest brother, but the sadness of breakups is mostly similar. ”

The gun lowers its head and looks at the ground.

“What did Carlos do when he did, or how did he get out of this terrible grief? ”

Carlos stops drinking beer and looks at the case with a serious eye.

“Did you have a different heart about that little girl? It's a little overwhelming, isn't it? ”

The gun still smiles bitterly with a sad look on its face.

“No, it's because I've lived in a house for a long time and it's like a family, and the only thing I can say to my family that I love is my sister's poetry. Maybe I thought of Kiska as my younger brother than Shihua. ”

“Yes, it was close to breaking up with your family. ”

Carlos nods, puckering his mouth, and raises a can of beer high.

“It's a way to break through a terrible sadness... a musician brings all things together in unknown music! ”

When Gun saw Carlos like that, he said,

“I'm not trying to be cool. I'm not putting it on my mouth. I've actually lived that way. When I was in love, I sang love, and when I broke up, I sang goodbye. I sang more joyful songs when I had fun, and I made more tearful music when I had tears. That's what I live for.

It's the way it came, and I think it's the way real musicians live on this earth. Of course it's my own idea. ”

Gun glances at him and asks.

“Can I do that? ”

Carlos looks carefully.

“I don't know? At a time like this, I'm like, 'Of course! You can do it!’ I have to say, but I honestly don't know how you look so far. ”

“You mean the way I used to love Kiska? ”

“No.”

“Really?"

Carlos looks out his window, silent for a moment, then opens his mouth.

“You're not enjoying music. ”

The gun's eyebrows twitch.

“What do you mean? ”

Carlos' eyes deepened.

“I felt it from the first moment I saw you. You're definitely a genius. But I don't really know if the point of genius is going in the right direction. ”

The gun releases its back from the couch and pushes forward.

“Can you elaborate? ”

Carlos puts a can of beer on the table and looks him in the eye. Carlos sweeps his sad-looking eyes for a moment before opening his mouth.

“Think about the Lola Paluza Festival. I was so amazed by your song that I saw visions above the heads of the audience singing to you during the performance and listening to music. I thought you were the music god. ”

Carlos watches you listen with a sincere look, even though it sounds familiar.

“I've been watching you ever since. I was wondering how high you were gonna fly. Well, it did fly. But it wouldn't have made you happy. I have two questions for you. Are you okay?"

As the gun nods, Carlos raises his index finger.

“Do you enjoy playing music, singing and playing? ”

You nod your head loudly as if it were natural.

“Of course, that's why we're doing music. ”

Carlos still has a serious look on his finger.

“Question number two. What do you think when you play music, when you sing, when you play? ”

The gun drags its chin for a long time, then opens its mouth.

“How do I make more of the emotions that I want to express more perfectly into music, and how do I convey the more amplified emotions, the more perfect music and songs to the listener? And I'm always working on it. ”

Carlos folds his fingers slowly, looking at the gun with two fingers outstretched.

“Let's go back to the first question. So, do you enjoy making, playing and singing your music? ”

“Yes? W-what do you mean by that? ”

“I'm not asking you how you feel when you hear your music and you see the audience that you like. Did you have fun singing when you were making Fury? ”

He panicked and said that the question was unthinkable.

“Fury is not a happy song, Carlos. It's an outburst of anger. You can't have fun making that, can you? ”

Carlos grins as he folds his arms.

“Okay, so how was it when you made the other song? Or when you played another musician together? Even when performing the orchestra at the zoo, even when you had Leontin Price and the opera stage, you always did your best to show the perfect look, perfect performance and songs.

It's not denial. But did you enjoy the stage? Did you enjoy making music? ”

A mouth was opened. Carlos speaks when he looks as if he has lost his focus.

“Again, your genius is beyond doubt. You're the one who's always making great music and playing the right songs and plays. I think it will be. But you don't sing, you don't sing, you don't play, you don't enjoy the music that you make. ”

Carlos gets up from the couch, approaches the window and looks down at the case.

“I want you to be a musician who knows how to enjoy the music you make. You don't have to make the perfect music or play the perfect music. It's nice to be able to make music for everyone, but you have to make music that comforts you to make energy for a lifetime as a musician.

I can pull it off. That's what I'd like to give you. ”

After a long speech, Carlos stands at the window with his arms crossed and looks down. By the time the long silence and the steaming of the beer can that was holding the gun ran out, the focus returned to the pupils of the gun. He looks at Carlos, looking at himself, moving his eyes.

“Carlos is right. I don't think I've ever enjoyed the stage. all I could think about was making the perfect music, playing it perfectly, singing it. ”

Carlos leans against the window and says,

“Yes, it all starts with realizing. It may be hard, but we have to put it into practice. Enjoy your music, be sadder with sad music, be happier with happy music. ”

“But Carlos, my situation and Fury are not right. I'm grieving. I don't want to provoke anger. ”

Carlos looks down at the gun with his serious eyes and disappears.

“It's also an easy mistake for humans to commit. But a man who knows how to look out for himself has a real life. How can someone who doesn't know exactly how I feel sing a song that drives other people's feelings? ”

Carlos sits back on the couch with a curious look in his eyes.

“Listen up. Every sadness that human beings feel is accompanied by anger. Why? Let me give you a few examples. If he's grieving the breakup, he's angry about his immediate breakup with the environment, my misconduct, the wrong decision, or the other person's decision. ”

Carlos nods slightly as he listens to Carlos.

“If I was a child who had to watch her die without letting them travel once, my anger about myself was hidden in my regret that I could only do that when they were alive, and I could have done better, but I should have done more. Like this, man...

Crossing grief and anger, or feeling together. ”

Carlos looks at the horse, his eyes deepening and his thoughts deepening.

“So are you right now. Rage at yourself for leaving Kiska helpless, for thinking like a family, for thinking like a lover, for whatever it is, your helplessness can't stop the person you care about from leaving. Your anger for it is clearly embedded in you.

D. It only takes time for a brain to recognize it, and soon you'll be angry with yourself. ”

Carlos gets up in front of the couch, thinking about it, kneeling on one knee and making eye contact.

“Blow it up. Blow it up before it explodes. It should be on stage, and you'll be comfortable with the outburst of anger. You can trust me. ”

Seeing Carlos' eyes for a long time without any answers, he walks toward the door with a can of beer.

“Enjoy the rest of your beer. I'll see you in the morning. ”

Carlos was left alone on the sofa in the hotel room, staring out the window for a long time.

The next day.

I saw Bottle Joon scratching his head standing in front of the gun room in Kevin's eyes, leaving the room for breakfast. Kevin asks, "What are you thinking?"

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, my God! ”

The outraged Byeong-jun glances at Kevin and sees the visit with complex eyes again.

“Phew, I have to wake you up. I'm sorry to wake you up so late because I've been sad all night again. ”

Kevin smiles nervously, pointing to a closed visit.

“What happened to Kay? Actually, the atmosphere is a little strange. ”

Byung-jun sighed and shaken his head.

“It doesn't have to be personal. Oh, I don't have much time...”

Kevin looks at his watch and says,

“I still have time for dinner, so why don't you let me sleep some more? ”

“What song does the one who has to sing sing sing sing without eating? If we don't eat and sing, we'll have to feed and move somehow...”

“Let's go eat. ”

“Oh, yeah. Huh??"

Byeong-jun, who responded reflectively to the voice from behind, turns his head in amazement. The gun that was already fully clothed in front of the open visit smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Eat. It's late for the show. ”

“Huh? Uh, uh. Oh, okay! Let's go!”

Unlike Bottle Joon, who looks happy, he wrapped his arm around Kevin's neck, then smiled and stared back at him. Kevin, who was dragged away by the gun, screams.

“Hey, let go of this. My back hurts!”

Gun smiles, guilting Kevin's neck even more.

“Let's eat and have some fun! ”

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