Devil's Music

Wayne opened the practice room door in the corner a little while ago, touring the teaching center and providing a brief guide such as the bathroom and smoking room.

“Here it is. It's a private practice room for Mr. Hodgson, a nine-cylinder drum from YAMAHA. It's a request from Arsenal Holdings, and it's all paid for. ”

Arthur looks inside the practice room, past Wayne, waiting to open the door. Arthur saw a large orange drum set with a slightly bored face that only narrowed the space between the two flats.

“The drums are so big, I've never seen them up close, so I'm under pressure. ”

Wayne smiles and hands out a new drum stick tied with stickers from the back of his trousers.

“Most people are overwhelmed by the pressure of the instrument when they first encounter the drum. It's that big, it's that loud, and beginners get scared. But don't worry, when you close the door, you're in a locker room where no one can see you. So today is the first day, so let's just do theory and basics. ”

Unlike Arthur's idea of going straight to the drum, Wayne recommended a seat for two chairs.

As Arthur sat down, Wayne tapped the pad with a drum stick that looked a little worn out, pulling out a pad that looked like it had cut a tire.

“The first thing you need to do is hit this pad with the correct beat. It may not last very long even if you get the right beats, but maintaining the right beats as long as possible is key to this basic exercise. Now, look. ”

Durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

The drum stick in Wayne's hand tapping the pad with the correct rhythm leaves a shadow and moves fast enough to be invisible. Wayne, who showed me several beats with a rhythm, reached out the pad and said.

“Always start with your right hand, you can practice this at home. Practice more than 30 minutes every day to get the right beats in your ears. ”

Wayne, who took care of the pad, hands out a small rectangular machine and headphones.

“It's a metronome, and when you put your headphones on and turn them on, the sound is what you want to hear, you can wear it in practice. Would you like to try? Now, if you press this button here, the basic two-thirds of the beats come out as sound. ”

Arthur grimaces again, wearing headphones and listening to the beat, as Wayne instructs. When Wayne sees his face, he stops and asks.

“What's the matter? ”

Arthur speaks carefully, trying his best not to look cocky.

“M-sir, the metronome rhythm doesn't fit. ”

“Yes? No way. Give it to me. ”

Wayne put on his headphones and regenerated his rhythm. His face distorted after listening to the beat for about 30 seconds. Wayne Silton woke up with his headphones off, knowing the finely twisted beat because he had graduated from Berkeley with practical music.

“Oops, I'm sorry. That's a fine beating. Wait a minute, I'll get a new machine from the office. ”

“Oh, yes, sir. ”

Wayne leaves Arthur alone and leaves the practice room. Suddenly, he looks frightened and sees Arthur's door.

“Rather than a drum, a novice who's never held an instrument before noticed such fine beats? I've been listening for 30 seconds and I haven't heard a thing. ”

Wayne looks down at the bad metronome in his hands.

“Is this possible? ”

Wayne, who has been touching the metronome for a long time, looks up at Arthur's practice room.

“Genius?”

He squeezes the metronome in his hand. Von Wayne takes a step into his office, making a serious look at the machine, making a splashing sound like it's a weak machine.

“You'll see. ”

Wayne, who went back to the office and threw the metronome at the staff, shouts.

“This metronome just unpacked, it's bad! Call the company, complain, and ask them to switch to a new product! ”

Wayne, who took the new metronome out of the shelf, immediately unpacked, plugged in the headphones and focused.

After more than a minute of validation, Wayne returns to Arthur and teaches him the easiest two-quarter beat before handing over the stick.

Arthur, sitting in the round chair in front of the drum set, looks down at the drum with a tense expression.

There was a slightly darker snare drum in the middle of the white leather with someone's touch on it, a slight smudge mark on it, but Arthur was about to hit the beats that Wayne had told him about, taking a breather and looking at the shiny hi-hat symbol, the newly engraved crash and ride symbols.

Arthur is struck down by the hand of Wayne, who stands in his way.

Wayne opens his hand and smiles.

“You didn't teach me how to grip a mouse, give me a stick. ”

Wayne, who received the stick Arthur handed over, said, grabbing two-thirds of the grip.

“Typically, the grip of a rock musician is called a matched grip. Grab the stick with your thumb and forefinger, and the other three fingers are just a light grip, so you can hold the stick in three places, and then grab the first joint underneath. ”

Arthur, who had learned to hold a stick from Wayne, played two quarters of the beats after holding the stick in a slightly awkward gesture, but he couldn't have played the right beats the first time.

After Wayne smiled a few more times, he was able to play something similar to a two-quarter beat. Wayne, who got up from his seat, opens the door and says,

“I'll be back in 20 minutes, so practice until then. ”

Arthur, who was left alone, practiced a few more times, and then he nervously stepped on the bass pedal of a glowing set of drums.

“Damn it! It's not the beat! It's all wrong!”

It was a decent two-quarter beat for someone who had caught the drum for the first time, but Arthur couldn't be satisfied with the sound he made.

It was Arthur who pulled out his head several times and threw away the drum stick, but I picked up the stick again, thinking of Kay who was thankful each time.

After giving a one-point lesson to a student in another classroom, Wayne hears a ringing in Arthur's room and nods.

“Well, you're a fast learner. You'll be bored. Shall I tell you the next beat? ”

When I opened the door to the practice room, I could see Arthur throwing off his metronome headphones and playing with his eyes closed.

Wayne folds his arms and nods, noticing the beating he's playing, and applauds Arthur, who concentrates so much that he doesn't even notice he's coming in.

“Come on, Arthur? Tired of playing just one beat? Shall we learn the next beat? ”

Arthur frowns as he stops playing.

“Teacher…… I don't have a rhythm yet. ”

Wayne stops approaching the drum set.

“Yes? Ahh... You have to play for quite a long time to get a beat.Don 't you get tired of playing just one beat? You'll be less bored if you learn simple flams and roughs. ”

Arthur shakes his head.

“I think it's always okay to learn something else about a subject that doesn't even beat properly, so I'll start with this, sir. ”

Wayne smiled brightly at Arthur, who had a mind that no utility student had.

“Really? Haha, I see. Then come to the office when you're happy with your practice. We'll let you know about the next curriculum. ”

Wayne closes the door with a happy smile and leaves the practice room. Wayne nods, looking back.

“Well, I thought you were a hobby because you look a little old…… Was there a reason for Asuna Holdings's request? ”

Wayne, looking at Arthur's practice room for a moment, opens the door to another student's practice room. Wayne, who was leading a practice group of other students for a couple of hours, was told that an instrument salesman from the office was requesting a meeting.

Wayne finds a cafe close by for a meeting. Approximately an hour after the meeting, Wayne, who saw what was going on outside, came back to the office and asked the staff.

“It's a little late, but since we're done teaching, let's take a look at the curriculum for the students in the afternoon class. ”

Wayne, who was reviewing his curriculum ticket, suddenly looked up to the employee.

“When did Arthur Hodgson in Studio Z die? ”

A staff member turned to the monitor to check the CCTV in the hallway and said.

“You haven't come out yet, and Studio Z is still lit up. ”

“What?"

Wayne raises his head and looks at the monitor the employee is watching.

“No, you've been practicing a beat for four hours? ”

The staff were not aware of the situation, so they shrugged their shoulders. Arthur's music flows into Wayne's ears as he walks down the hall, placing his curriculum ticket. Wayne's astonishingly accurate timing solidifies.

“In four hours? ”

As Wayne's fast pace opens the door to Arthur's practice room, Arthur pauses and drinks water. Wayne applauds with a face of surprise.

“I've never seen a student practice so persistently! Amazing, you've learned this level of rhythm in four hours! ”

As Arthur smiles at Wayne's compliment, Wayne reaches out to the drum set with a gesture of gratitude.

“Give me the stick, and I'll tell you the next beat, because you've been practicing for a long time today. Just look at the approximate beat, and we'll learn it tomorrow. ”

Arthur looks into Wayne's hands, shaking his head and pulling the drum stick back. Wayne wonders at Arthur like that.

“What's the matter? ”

Arthur steals the sweat from his forehead and says,

“The rhythm is not complete yet, sir. ”

“Yes? I think so. Almost perfectly, two-thirds of the time. ”

“No, not yet. ”

Wayne frowned and said with a metronome headphone.

“Would you like to play? ”

Arthur, who plays a two-quarter note on his instructions, still didn't look good. However, Wayne smiles brightly, taking off his headphones, confirming that the beats exactly match the metronome beat.

“Perfect, if you don't lose your senses, you're a perfect two-quarter, Arthur! It's amazing!”

Arthur furrows his short hair, still frowning. Arthur said with a serious look as he saw the sweaty drops splashing.

“Not yet, not yet. ”

Wayne doesn't realize at that time that Arthur's rhythm is superior to his own.