Devil's Music
[424] Chapter 71 Last Dream (1)
The music was completely different from the trendy hip-hop that had been beating strongly, moving up and down, and shaking both arms.
As if in the early '90s, a gun in a red velvet suit walked out slightly to lift the microphone over notes that had turned into rhythmic, soft music like West Coast Hip-Hop.
The gun's voice was neither the husky and intense voice in the song of fire that was shown on the live broadcast yesterday, nor the clear high in the song of wind.
The voice of singing with one hand spread out to the sky and looking at the audience was like the voice of a dreaming child, like a young angel singing with a trumpet.
Yesterday's dream is the hope of today.
The reality of tomorrow.
What makes nature dream.
Because I can make my dreams come true.
The world is full of pain.
It's full of things to overcome.
Turn your head.
Point your face at the sunlight.
Then you won't be able to see the shadows.
Snap, as Nemenem rapped, the waves of the audience that were trying to dance more fabulously, keeping the form in line with the strong rhythm stopped.
200,000 people who heard the beautiful voice stopped the wave and looked at the stage, which was captured on the camera in harmony.
Then, walking between Snep and Nemenem, one step forward, he raised his head to the sky and shouted in an ultrasound.
Don't forget, mountains are conquered only by climbers!!!!
The high-pitched gun sets the background, and Neminem sprints out of the audience, raising one hand and spitting out a quick lap.
As the pitch became the background, the music peaked and merged into Neminem's rapid rap described above, the audience raised their hands high, shouting again.
Marshall Bruce Mathers III Slim Shady.
My father who abandoned my family gave me a soul.
Hope and anxiety, fear and anxiety.
The day that shines before me.
Think of it as the last.
Unpredictable time.
I'll give you more time.
The pitch goes up endlessly, giving you four phases of change, and as Neminem steps back, Snap steps forward.
Calvin Cordoza Brothers Jr.
Born in the Slum, the prison is my home.
The Demon King of the Krips.
But what about me?
Also featuring in Iron Tag Tournament 2.
Successful wrapper.
You just have to take the first step.
You don't have to look up the whole staircase.
You just have to take the first step.
Neminem's rapid lap followed by Snap's rhythmic lap, and the ultrasonic sound continued to soar.
While the two people were rapping each other, the 200,000 audiences literally opened their mouths thanks to the constant high notes that never stopped.
The case showed high notes at several performances occasionally, but it was not the type to enjoy high notes themselves, so I showed an unbelievably high range for a while, but it was the first time that I had played high notes constantly and continuously for a long time.
Some of the audience bought albums, had already heard land songs, but had never dreamed that this subject, which they expected would be available live, would have the help of a machine.
Even those who had never heard the song of the earth before, the audience who had already heard the album stopped moving and stared at the stage dazed. The music increased and I felt goosebumps all over my body.
However, I dared to raise my arms and see the look of trembling in the eyes of an audience who could not even look at the wrinkles on their forearms, and I saw them leaning forward and switching between Snap and Neminam.
The rhythmic music stops and the silence begins on the stage. I didn't know if the music was over or whether it was calculated.
However, even after the performance, the square in front of the city hall was shocked so that no one could applaud or cheer.
As I leaned over the stage, Snap and Neminam jumped into the air at once.
After the three of them jumped as if flying high as the sky, they landed on the ground and at the same time a tremendous sound of beats began to be recorded.
When the music first started, a trendy hip-hop beat started to flow again, and three people who jumped started dancing to the hip-hop rhythm.
Whether there were no choreographies, the three of them simply handed over to the music and touched it. At the same time, the awakened audiences also moved one by one, and when they surrendered to the music, within less than 10 seconds, the 200,000 audiences began to wriggle again.
When Kim Chang-han prepared pollen and fireworks burst out simultaneously and embroidered the sky, the audience looking up at the sky raised their arms and cheered.
The place that was blocked, the stressed memories were pierced, even the quiet audiences who did not scream while watching the stage were awkward, but they shouted the cheers that popped out of their hearts.
“Ahhhh!!!!!!!! ”
“Good job!! Good job!! Gaaaah!!"
“I'm going crazy, what am I gonna do! Somebody stop me! ”
The audience was literally going crazy, shaking their bodies and jumping while asking for drying.
It was said to be a helicopter ship, a helicopter ship, but everywhere in the world there were sufferings of a life in its own way.
In the miserable reality that everyone knew, an audience who could at least live by saying something to someone held their own heart.
Someone saw the show and went home to start studying again, and someone saw it dozens or hundreds of times, but didn't have the news, and someone got tired of raising and making money to fix their own mind, thinking I was an ATM machine.
But those thoughts are being made in each other's minds, and on the outside, they were dancing with happy faces with three people on stage dancing in tremendous beats.
Of the three helicopters that were hovering over the theater, a journalist on a helicopter with CNN's logo on it saw a huge wave of 200,000 and cried out with the camera's face as described above.
“Dear viewers! The city hall in Seoul, South Korea, is now a frenzied crucible where more than 200,000 people are making a huge wave!
The first songs of land to be released in South Korea were songs that Neminem and Snap Dog, who overcame the unfavorable domestic environment and became great stars, chanted in their hearts! ”
After finishing his remark, he points to the stage below with one hand and closes the stage behind the reporter.
There were iron ladders for filming everywhere, and waves of people who looked like small dots waved back and forth like ants.
As the screen was filming the frenzied theater, the journalist who heard only his voice trembled and raised his voice as if his emotions could be felt just by his voice.
“The collective Kay! Korean name Kim Gun. This year's 26-year-old young musician, Kay, is now a graduate rookie, but the world already knew!
Everyone knew that the music system would shake when he opened the door to the world! But his first album, The Nature, was bigger than the world expected!
It would be great for all of us to be able to live with him as a young musician! We live together in Kay's world! ”
The world who was speaking in front of the TV shook the news. Those who shed tears of emotion or rubbed their creepy arms in their rooms could not leave in front of the TV.
Same time, backstage.
I got a phone call from Byung-jun, who was watching three people dancing on the stage. Because loud music was playing, Byung-jun answered the phone like a shout, blocking one ear.
“Yes!! Hello!!! ”
“This is Sun Lin. ”
“Yes, Director!! A little louder, please!! ”
“Yes, sir, I just got a call from the billboard chart. ”
“Oh, yes! What do they say?”
“I told you about the chart next week. Gun says his album will be ranked # 1 on the next charts. ”
“Wow! That's great news, but I'm not surprised by the expected results! Haha.”
“I'm surprised. ”
“Yes? What? I can't hear you, Director! ”
The hand squeals loudly in a voice that is slightly reminded.
“The songs of fire, water, earth and wind have swept from top to fourth on the Billboard chart! This is the first time in the history of billboard charts! ”
Byeong-jun, who was holding the phone with one ear plugged, missed the phone. Whether he rushed the phone off the floor or was about to shout with a surprised face, even after the stage where Byeong-jun was, Kim Chang-han who was watching the stage with jealous eyes in the car, Snap dancing on the stage, Nemenez, and 200,000 audiences who were really enjoying the stage and dancing and screaming stopped.
The black and white color from heaven covered the world, and all the colors of the world lost their light.
When the song of the earth that had been heard on the stage closed my eyes and dancing stopped, I opened my eyes and looked at the theater and stopped my body and looked at the sky.
You see a pair of black shoes in a swirl of black and purple, swirling around the sky.
The black shoes continued to come down, revealing their charcoal formal trousers, and after the long legs had come down, the man in the dress shirt on the same vest stretched his hands down in black leather gloves.
Looking at the world that had stopped, the world that had lost its color, I quietly cast my eyes at the man coming down from heaven.
Finally, I saw the face of a long-haired man in sunglasses, slowly coming down from heaven, waiting for me downstairs.
His face was very similar to the case, moving slowly and taking off his sunglasses. Only his long hair was different, and two people who looked so much alike as a father, a son, and a brother faced the center of the stage where 200,000 audiences stopped.
Neminem and Snape's expression, which stopped as they danced, seemed to enjoy the stage, but they were very unfamiliar.
Seeing them for a moment, I glanced at the man. The man who had been watching the case for a long time without saying anything, stepped forward and put his hands on the shoulder.
A stranger stopped time and came down from heaven and touched his body, but for some reason, the reason he believed he would not harm himself was just watching what he was doing.
The black-haired man opens his mouth, facing the gun with purple eyes.
“Good to see you, my child. My dear son. ”