Devil's Music

After the logo of Fantasio was painted on the black screen, a sunset appeared on the screen, either in the river or in the sea.

A yellow old open car was boarded on the road with beats coming out at a soft speed below BPM 100 and palm trees standing on the sidewalk.

Standing on the street in a beautiful LA landscape, Snap Dog leans over his waist as a yellow open car approaches him and laughs as he looks down his nose.

Two black beauty girls waved naturally to the beat, gesturing at him with a joyful look and looking at the downtown LA with their snaps halfway up in the back of the open car.

As the city of LA's colorful culture passes free, Neminem stands at the bottom of the tunnel under his hood.

Snape raises his eyebrows and points at him, a black beauty driving, raising her hands above her head and pulling over in front of Neminem.

Neminam, who jumped up without opening the car door without saying anything, next to Snep, halfway up in a similar pose and started running down the LA road again.

Paul, who was watching the screen, said after drinking a cup of coffee.

“A little... old, don't you think? ”

When Jens doesn't hear back, Paul turns to him. Seeing Jens trembling so tightly, he couldn't take his eyes off the screen, Paul patted his arm.

“Hey, what's wrong? ”

“Khh… Tupac Amaru Shakur……. ”

“Huh? Tupac? ”

“We reproduced the To Live & Die In L.A. music video published by 2Pac in 1996. ”

“You mean like someone else's music video? Is this okay?”

“Don't you know the message you're about to throw? Snap, Nemenem and Tupac were the subjects of respect, and no musician dared follow his music videos. No, not even Parody. It is also an arrogant act that equates them with Tupac. ”

Paul tilts his head, pointing to the screen.

“So this is a message that they've reached Tupac's level? ”

Jens shakes her head.

“No, it looks like a message to reinvent the peak of black hip-hop in 1996. ”

When Paul nodded and looked at the screen, Snep and Neminam in black suits stood in a cemetery with bundles of white fireworks tied around their heads.

The screen that was shining large memorials in front of a flat Western grave unknown to whom was the grave rose into the air, and two people looking down at the graves with flowers and beautiful park-like graves all at once.

As the screen grows further away, you see a gun sitting on top of a dark suit at the top of a barren hill next to the cemetery.

Unlike the singers who were sitting on a bunch of foam in a regular music video, he was making an unknown face when he was sitting in a position similar to a stool called a double-legged seat.

I saw Snap and Nemenem looking far away, expressing a bright, unknown expression, not a sad, godly look to be building when I came to the Candidate Cemetery.

Two people standing in the warm sun and his back were shown at once, the screen shifted to the side of the gun and his side was seen.

With a sharp jawline and a raised nostril, he rubs his fingers under his nose, smiling slightly, and slowly opens his mouth.

Not a rap, not a song, but just a monologue. I couldn't hear the gunshot, I could only see the shape of his mouth, and it was subtitled with cool handwriting at the bottom of the screen.

How many brothas fell victim to that streetz.

How many brothers and sisters have been sacrificed on this street.

Rest in peace young nigga, there's a Heaven for a 'G'

My friend, there is a paradise for gangsters to sleep in.

Jens jumps up and shouts.

“It's Tupac! What Tupac said, it's from a song called Life Goes On! ”

He nodded and said with a serious look that he also knew.

“Isn't this a little dangerous? Kay's Asian, not black, and it might be challenging for Tupac, the hero. ”

Jens stands up, crossing her arms and shaking her head.

“Kay is already a hero to black people. ”

“Huh? Why are you a hero? Don't black people usually ignore Asians? ”

“Pay attention, my friend. Kay's the hero who gave Dr. Bray back to the black guy. I haven't hid in the grave since my son's death, but I can't listen to his music anymore, and after returning him to the hip-hop fans who shouted he was dead, he's been called a hero among black people. ”

After thinking about it for a moment, Paul reacted.

“Yes, let's call him a hero. Even so, shouldn't Tupac be disturbed by the sanctuary? ”

Jens nods this time as well, but his mouth speaks differently than his head movements.

“Yes, but the mention of Tupac in Kay's mouth would not be a frontal challenge, it would be to revive hip-hop in the '90s. Earlier, Kay's expression didn't show any mourning or challenging faces. Rather, he was wondering how to get back to that. ”

Paul whistles and buries himself deep into the couch.

“Gas! Tupac, what a huge scale. This is going to spill right now. ”

Jens looks jealous of Paul.

“You'd better. I mean, I'd write a story like any other journalist, but you have a special feature based on medical data. ”

Paul quickly opened his laptop as if he had just remembered.

“Oh, right! That and Arthur Hodgson! Earlier, the director said we could post without his feedback, so we're almost done with the medical article, so we just have to finish it and get it up! Put it on! ”

Jens sits down and grabs a chair. While trying to write a story for a moment, he mutters, looking at the distracted foul already writing a story.

“There are three music videos in one album, and it's shocking that every song is called a massive accident……. ”

Paul writes an article, his ears twitching.

“The most shocking song is not the three music videos, it could be the article I'm writing right now. I think this is the song with the picture of the water, but the album should be clear. ”

Jens, who grabbed his head, calmly points his elbow at the desk.

“K... is this guy going to be a music god? ”

Paul, looking at the laptop screen, turns to him and smiles.

“Maybe.”

* * *

Late at night, Fantasy's teaser covered the Internet news window with articles that erupted from the dawn.

Articles spilling from night to morning have reported over a million reports worldwide.

Music community, entertainment, humor, and gaming community.

And by lunch that day, the articles from the Berlin report in Germany were translated into languages around the world and spread around the world.

Based on the data he received from the medical community, Paul also wrote a detailed article stating that songs of water in psychiatric diseases, such as depression, are being used as a source of music therapy, that the medical community is acknowledging it and accelerating further research, and that it is a song that has only been shown to be about cancer but can relieve the pain of painful patients.

Although they did not realize the dream of prolonging life, they did not believe the same reporters when it was first published, saying that it could be hope for those suffering and that the progression of Alzheimer's stopped.

Eventually, it was only after reporters came to the medical association that they had heard that this had been proven effective to medical professionals who had already known about it that the whole world was appalled that this was true.

It is still more than ten days before regular albums are released, but reporters continue to go to the album factory and make urgent announcements in front of them and try to capture the album on camera even if it appears to be from the factory.

The factories had signed a contract with Fantasy that no album cover should be leaked in advance, so no journalists were allowed inside the factory.

This was a loyalty and courtesy to revive the dying album production factory, so no factory leaked a little fact about his album.

Eventually, more journalists started flocking to Fantasy. A red brick building in downtown Manhattan has become thousands of journalists, double and triple surrounded, unable to access or escape an ant.

Staff coming in and out, surrounded by luminescent journalists to get some information about whoever they were, eventually snuck out of or about to come in on a plantation truck entering the cafeteria.

Even though more than fifty guards were guarding it, thousands of journalists were controlled by agents, and they were in a hurry to block the narrow entrance with their bodies and keep out those who were trying to get in.

Eventually, two lawyers from a large law firm that Lin was hiring in the United States stepped back after breaking and entering in front of the reporters, or complaining about proceedings at a strong level during occupation.

But they retreated only from the entrance they were forced to enter, not stopping Fantasy's siege.

Two people walking down the street saw a huge number of reporters gathering to discuss and exchange information with each other, making eye contact with the guards at Pantazio's gate.

As soon as the guards saw their familiar faces, they pretended not to know each other and signed to come through the door.

Reporters rushed in late to see two men who thought they were pedestrians suddenly enter the gates of the Fantasio building and the guards didn't stop them, but they had already entered the parking lot in the building.

“Hey! If you're a Fantasy employee, just say the word and go! ”

“You don't have to give me any information! Is there a Kay inside? Just tell me that!”

“Do the songs of water really have the ability to cure disease like a knight? Just one word! ”

After fixing the military bag on the back of an Italian handsome man who saw the journalists prowling behind him, he sighed.

“Phew, it's crazy, yeah. ”

Blonde handsome looks up at the building with a smile on his teeth.

“Huhu, this is our child's first album, but it's got to be this crazy, right, Gu Zion? ”

“Hmph, yeah. Pymon, it's time for you to call me Faye. ”

“Khh, yeah. Let's go up.”