Chapter 290: Fury


    The beginning of "Fury" was a bass solo. Geon stopped Kevin''s fast, groovy beat as soon as Carlos began ying, waving his hand to stop the music. Everyone saw Geon''s gesture and stopped ying, and Geon looked at Kevin and said.


    "As soon as Carlos''s yes in, your y gets eaten, Kevin."


    Kevin, not understanding, asked with a puzzled expression.


    "Isn’t it natural for the bass to get drowned out by the guitar? In a band, the bass is supposed to help the drums anchor the center. What happens if it stands out more than the guitar?"


    Geon crossed his arms and looked at Kevin, then turned his head towards Carlos.


    "Do you think so too, Carlos?"


    Carlos, with his guitar strapped on, walked over to Kevin and flicked his forehead.


    "Ouch!!!"


    Kevin, his forehead quickly turning red, grimaced resentfully, and Carlos said with a serious look."Don’t you see it even when looking at the music sheet? This song is about the bass and guitar battling it out. Don’t you get it?"


    Kevin, rubbing his forehead with his hand, shouted.


    "What are we supposed to do if the bass and guitar are fighting? It won’t be cool even if it’s harmonious!"


    "Look at this guy. Said he practiced, but where did the spirit go? You sold it for technique, didn’t you? If you''ve seen the music sheet, you should understand the whole song. What did you feel when you saw it?"


    "What do you mean feel? It’s an awesome song! Heavy! Fast! Explosive!"


    Carlos flicked his forehead again, and Kevin leaned his head back and moaned exaggeratedly. Carlos smirked and exined.


    "Heavy, fast, explosive... Are you a middle schooler? Your expressiveness is that limited? You need to express emotions properly with words. Listen, this song speaks of rage, fury, hatred, and love-hate. It’s not just heavy, fast, and explosive, dummy."


    Kevin, truly feeling pain in his forehead, asked with teary eyes.


    "Rage? Fury? Hatred, love-hate?"


    "Yes, the expression of that rage and hatred is represented by our ying devouring each other. Got it?"


    Kevin straightened up and stared hard at the music sheet on the stand. Carlos gave him a moment, then turned and walked back to his ce, nodding at Geon, who thanked him with a nod. After a while, Kevin, not taking his eyes off the music sheet, asked.


    "So, Kay. Does it mean I should y the bass tone up like it’s fighting the guitar part until 32 bars before the vocal linees in?"


    Geon nodded slightly.


    "It’s not just about fighting. Imagine a dragon and a tiger fighting in your head."


    After visualizing the scene in his head, Kevin made a strange face.


    "A dragon... and a tiger fighting?"


    Geon chuckled and said.


    "Just imagine that. Think of the tiger as big as the dragon, swinging sharp ws at the dragon. Conversely, imagine the dragon dodging the tiger’s fangs and ws while spewing fire."


    Kevin closed his eyes and tried to visualize the scene, while Geon said.


    "Alright, let’s go again."


    Kevin kept conjuring the image and started ying the bass again. As Carlos’s guitar, heavy and fast, belted out low notes, Kevin felt the musical notes exploding as they shed. Suddenly, Jose, also ceasing to y, stared nkly into the air and muttered.


    "I really... saw it. The notes colliding and exploding in the air..."


    Geon bared his teeth andughed.


    "That’s it, Kevin."


    Carlos also smiled, looking unfocusedly at Kevin, who was absorbed in the sound.


    "This is the real ''Fury'', Kevin."


    Stunned for a long time, Kevin suddenly snapped back to reality, grabbed the guitar neck, and said hurriedly.


    "Let''s, let''s go again right now!"


    Geon slightly nodded and then looked towards Jose.


    "Let’s go again!"


    Kevin lowered his stance, spread his legs, and started ying, soon followed by Carlos’s guitar, the dragon spewing mes. Not to be outdone, Kevin’s bass thrashed sharp fangs and ws into the air. Jose’s drumsmanded like a general leading an army into battle, setting everyone’s heartbeats to its rhythm as Geon grabbed the microphone, leaned back, and roared.


    "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


    Carlos’s eyes opened as he watched Geon roar, amazed.


    ''What, what is this sound? It’s like a sword tearing through the enemy’s g and charging forward!''


    While Kevin was too busy fighting with his guitar to pay attention to Geon’s voice, Carlos had the luxury to listen.


    ''Such a voice! If there were a devil, it would sound like this!


    But it’s not an evil voice! It’s the voice of a berserker enchanting warriors on a battlefield! And these lyrics! I knew Kiska was a genius, but to write such a feeling in lyrics too?''


    As the climax of the song approached, even Carlos lost any semnce ofposure and continued his fierce battle with Kevin’s bass. Jose, leaning forward and hitting the bass drum and snare like mad, trembled with exhration.


    ''So this is what the song ''Fury'' is! It’s amazing, the feeling of ying with a musician like Kay!''


    Geon stood on a stool, crouched, and shouted, gripping the microphone with both hands.


    "Rage, a curious weapon


    While other weapons are used by people


    Rage uses us


    The hidden rage explodes


    Spewing theva in our hearts


    PAIN! The pain from the rage and hatred inside!


    FURY! The fury from the rage and hatred inside!


    HATRED! The hatred from the rage and hatred inside!"


    As the final retreat of the battlefield''s drum sound filled the recording booth, Geon’s voice, resigned, flowed with thest lyrics.


    "Anger begins with recklessness


    And ends with regret."


    The song ended with thest beat of the retreat. Jose, still panting heavily and bent forward, Carlos, with a shocked expression, and Kevin, looking like a soldier grateful to have survived the battle with wounds on his limbs. All were speechless.


    Geon let the microphone hang limply, bearing the expression of a general feeling the futility of war, and chuckled weakly into the mic.


    "A song like this... you need a break after singing it. That’s why I didn’t sing till the very end. Heh heh"


    Carlos, trembling at the corners of his eyes, watched Geon as sweat from his forehead dripped into his eyes. He wiped it away with his sleeve but couldn’t take his eyes off Geon. Geon put the microphone back on the stand and said weakly.


    "Let’s take a short break."


    As Geon opened the door of the recording booth and exited, Kevin, following Geon’s movement with his eyes, dropped to the floor.


    "What kind of song is this..."


    Jose, still bent over and panting, looked at the floor and muttered.


    "This doesn’t make sense. A song like a battle exists."


    Carlos, hearing their words, finally straightened up. After over five minutes of intensely ying in a low stance, he hadn’t had time to notice the screams of his joints, but as he regained his senses, he felt his joints screaming throughout his body. Rubbing his shoulders and arms, he looked at Geon, who had copsed weakly on the couch outside the practice room, and gave him a profound look.


    "This is a song from Kay, still a student. I had an inkling from the score, but ying it made me really feel like a warrior on the battlefield."


    Carlos stared intently at Geon with aplex expression.


    "Still in his early twenties. And still a student. What kind of music wille into the world when this guy really takes off?"


    Hearing Carlos’s murmuring, Kevin, sitting weakly on the floor, smiled weakly.


    "To even be a shadow beside this guy when he takes off, I can’t afford to waste a single second."


    Carlos looked down at Kevin and chuckled.


    "Kid, you''re like a bassist from Montana now."


    Kevin bared his teeth and smiled.


    "For now."


    Carlos took off his guitar strap and ced it on the stand.


    "Yeah, for now, dude. Hahaha"


    Kevin struggled to his feet, dusted off his pants, and asked.


    "How did I do?"


    Carlos smiled and patted Kevin’s shoulder.


    "You fought well."


    "Hehe"


    "But I won."


    "Choke!! It doesn’t seem like the fight is decided yet…"


    "Shut up, I won this time."


    "Argh!! Damn it!! Let’s go again!"


    "Alright,e at me, kid, I’m not dead yet."


    "You old, beaten dragon!!!"


    "You ignorant young tiger!!!"


    "Choke!!! Jose!! Give us the beat again, I’ll kill this old dragon today!!"


    As the sound of the practice starting again echoed outside, Geon smiled faintly.


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