Devil's Music

It took six days for the gun to complete the basic score of the water song. Unlike the other songs written in a few hours, Shizuka and Kevin have been asking for help since morning.

While the two people who received the call and gathered in less than an hour received the sheet music and did their analysis, they called Arthur to check the schedule and approached Shizuka who was sitting in front of the keyboard and pressing the key to be quiet.

“What do you think? ”

Shizuka said with a slightly puzzled expression.

“It's... it's definitely not that difficult, but I think I need some practice to make it feel better. ”

“Yeah, right? Practice by yourself and let me know if there's anything difficult. ”

“Yes, what are you going to do with Kay? ”

“Yeah, I'm just about to record the guitar part. ”

“Right. And Drummer? ”

“Well, the drum parts have to be recorded first, but the drummers are in England. I'm in touch and I'm scheduling, so we can practice until then. There 'll be plenty of time. ”

Kevin turns his head as he bounces off the bass guitar that is not connected to the amp.

“What's Drummer doing? Why don't you use José? ”

The gun shakes its head with a smile.

“My drummer, Arthur Hodgson. ”

Kevin and Shizuka pause at the same time as the sound of my drummer coming from their mouths. Suddenly, when the two people focused their eyes on themselves, they asked about the puzzlement.

“What's the matter? ”

Kevin lays a bass guitar with a serious face and points fingers at himself.

“Me?”

Gun frowned and said.

“You, what? You're Kevin.”

“No, what am I? ”

“What are you talking about? ”

I asked Kevin to join Shizuka for a look I didn't know in English.

“Kay, what about me? ”

“Huh? What are you talking about, both of you? ”

“Am I not Kay's pianist? ”

Then Chan noticed what the two of them were talking about and smiled.

“Haha, that's what you said. Shizuka is my pianist, of course. Of course!”

Shizuka smiles slightly with a flushed face. Her smile was small, but the joy was not proportional to the size of the smile. As the smile spread throughout her face, she began to practice with her mouth stuck in her ears.

Seeing that, Kevin shrugs as if he can't do it, still pointing to his face and rushing.

“Whew, when can I get a bassist? ”

When Kevin's shoulders slumped with the words, Shizuka covers her mouth and bursts into laughter. For a moment, Kevin raises his hands on his shoulders.

“Kevin Winston. My bassist. My only bassist in the world. ”

Kevin, who was limping, raises his head. Kevin asked how disappointed he was with his tears.

“Is it true?"

“Haha, then! It's real.”

“Heeheehee, of course. Great! I'll burn you up with practice today! ”

A few more taps to Kevin's shoulders that have been slammed together have opened up for recording. When I asked Sharon to help me with the recording studio, I opened the recording room door with both Haku and J 200, and then it was fixed.

“Oh, hello. ”

Of course, Julius' professors were packed in the recording room, where he thought it would be empty. After seeing more than ten professors sitting in chairs, including Sharon and John Corrilliano, retired Professor Price and Dean, piano department professor, and professor of brass instruments, he awkwardly greeted them and pulled his head back from the door to verify his studio number.

“It's Studio S... ”

Leontin Price, who was sitting on the chair in the recording room, told me that he had checked the studio number on the door again in case he had come to the wrong place.

“Kay, it's right here. ”

“Oh, Professor! It's been a long time."

“Haha, yes, come in. ”

“Yes, Professor. Excuse me.”

John Korilliano stood up and offered to take a chair in front of the faculty. It was awkward when the landscape appeared to be interviewed at least in my slumber.

“W-what's going on? ”

Sharon, sitting in the front seat with Leontin Price, laughed.

“Everyone wanted to watch Kay record a regular album, and the dean came to check it out for credit recognition. ”

A big old man with a white head leans out smiling.

“This is the third time you've seen it, right? ”

Gun raised his hands properly and said.

“Hi, Christian Pulitzich. ”

“Haha, yes. Credit recognition is a matter for the board to decide, so I checked it out myself. I hope I'm not interrupting. ”

“Ah... I see. But today I'm going to record a guitar without any other instruments. ”

“Haha, it's okay. All you have to do is check if the work is going well. ”

“Oh, I see. Yes, sir. ”

“Yes, think of us as absent and record it. ”

I cried out countless times to see if it would work, but I couldn't get it out of my mouth, so I took the guitar and baptized it and went into the recording room.

When the recording room was closed, John Korilliano couldn't hear the sound from the outside, so he adjusted the control box so that the music playing in the recording room could be heard from the outside.

The guitar connected to the amp frowned, deliberately sitting behind the professors.

I need to focus! Tsk! "

Eventually, I only recorded the roughly skeleton, and then when I could concentrate, I started playing along the notes of the sheet music.

However, because it was not a blues or rock music genre, he recorded several times worrying about how much guitar occupied and how little performance could be recognized by the faculty.

After a long sigh, the dean of Christian Church was scolded by Professor Sharon, who stood up and breathed a few times, closed his eyes and meditated.

“You think we're getting in the way? ”

Sharon smiled and saw the back of the meditation case.

“Yes, of course. But I'm not a student under this level of pressure, so watch me. ”

“By the way, since you are already a world-renowned student, I don't want to disturb you. I just want to see the results. ”

“Haha, you can stay. ”

Professor Leontin Price, who was listening quietly, said with a good smile.

“Kay is a student who is different from other students. He'll be able to concentrate soon, so let's wait. ”

John Korilliano also nodded without a word and said with a fabulous smile.

“Haha, the professors are very trusting, but it's okay...? ”

The Speaking Christian Dean suddenly turned his head to a clear guitar that began to ring. I show my back and the standing gun lifts my head slightly and starts playing.

Chan closed his mouth and fixed his gaze behind his back, noticing that he was closing his eyes and concentrating, and he soon became meditated by the music.

The sea.

There was a white yacht floating in a clear sea that was clearly visible to the ground beneath the sea, rather than a typical sea of water.

Liing on a netted bed in a yacht, he whistles and smiles brightly at the pleasant breeze of the sea.

He dived into the Emerald Sea, where even the fine workouts of the calm sea felt good.

The colored seaweeds danced as the waves moved in clear water with clear vision far away, and the pretty little fish approached to play.

He was unable to open his eyes in the water, but strangely thought that he could see all the beautiful shapes of the sea. He gave a glance to a dolphin who was coming from afar.

A shimmering dolphin, showing off a fluffy curve, wants to play together, biting its feet slightly.

When I caught the dolphin's fin, I never held my head out of the water, and the dolphin slowly swam quickly.

Thanks to the dolphin jumping out of the water, he was thrown into the sky above the sea and cheered in the air.

“Yay!!!! ”

I looked at the faculty with a look of awe and awareness from the Christian Dean who had suddenly risen from his seat and resilied.

“Oh... I'm sorry...? ”

The professors who glanced at the Dean of Christian closed their eyes. I didn't know what I was imagining, but I was surprised to see Christian Dean playing in the recording room when he saw a deep smile on the mouth of all the professors.

It was just guitar. He was the dean of the prestigious Juliet, who, after serving as dean in the late forties, passed through here and watched as many musicians as possible. However, he mutters, his gaze muttering as if he had never experienced anything like today.

“What kind of player……. ”

The dean said once again, seeing the maestro in the background of the flashing case.

“This is the first time I've ever felt this way about a student who has never graduated...... There was a reason the professors cared so much. I didn't just care that he was a popular student, I recognized the power of his music. ”

After proudly glancing at the faculty who are working with him, the dean sat back down, closed his eyes, and entrusted his mind to the case.

When the recording was completed more than 30 minutes later, all ten professors who were sitting in the control box stood up and applauded.

“Bravo!!!! ”

“Great performance, Kay! ”

“I can't wait to tell my students! ”

He finished recording and already knew that he had done a satisfactory performance, so he just smiled and returned the favor.

“Thank you, professors. ”

John Korilliano smiles and applauds.

“I don't think our school has ever been as proud as it is today, Kay. You are the pride of our Juliet! Haha.”

“That's a compliment, Professor. I'll work harder. ”

A playful shout came out of the words of humility.

“If you work harder there, people like us will get their crotches ripped off, hahaha!! ”

“That's right! Haha!!"

“This isn't teaching, it's learning, I'm embarrassed, I have to practice all day today, right, professors? ”

“Haha, I see! Let's go practice, haha! ”