Chicago 1990

Argentina is the most'white' country in South America. For various historical reasons, it is also the most discriminatory and anti-Semitic among South American countries. Song Ya’s first performance in Buenos Aires only came to 20,000 Five thousand spectators.

"I heard that tomorrow only 30,000 tickets were sold, more than 30,000..."

One day between the two concerts, Anshuzi booked the hotel banquet hall for a salon, Fergie leaned back against the bar, drinking and chatting with Shakira.

"Only for sale!?"

Shakira rolled her eyes, "More than my personal concert, at least three times!"

"Wow, that's a lot..."

Fergie really didn't know that she was already so popular in South America, so she turned her head and looked up and down again at her girlfriend who was two years younger than herself.

"What?" Shakira felt her gaze.

"Why do you dress yourself up so much like his ex-wife? Really."

Fergie grabbed the ends of her hair, "The same instant noodles that Mariah Carey had left before marriage, still dyed golden, bitch..."

"Hey! This...this has nothing to do with me, okay? Sony Columbia Records Artist Image Management Department is designed like this."

Shakira pushed Fergie's hand away and called Qu Jiabai. The door of a small hall in the distance was suddenly pushed open. Hayden hurriedly walked out with a solemn expression. She saw Song Ya propping up the table with her arms. Discussing fiercely with the white people who are holding his stars over the moon.

The door was quickly closed, and when the man’s tall figure disappeared from sight, Shakira’s heart suddenly felt a sense of loss. She was really weak. Estefan asked if she wanted to agree to his guest of performance, but she refused first. , But when Estefan still forcibly agreed on behalf of it on the grounds that it was good for his career, he cursed but still signed the performance contract.

I had already thought about it, this time I took the money to do things, and I would never have anything to do with the scumbag outside of work, but on the road just before I saw him, I could not help but clamp my legs in the car. I was full of'I'm going to be pushed at night! He must be pushed again tonight! ’

"You are really useless, Shakira." She thought to herself, beating herself in annoyance.

"What's the matter with you?" Fergie asked strangely.

"Nothing." She squeezed a smile and changed the subject, "Is the death of 2PAC a big influence?"

"In the United States, yes." Fergie lowered her voice, "2PAC is the most popular hip-hop singer on the West Coast, many idols of poor Nger, and people from the blood gang."

"So you are very familiar? You are also in the West Coast hip-hop circle, right?" Shakira asked.

"No, I'm a white man, they are all M-fxxk squeezing me out. If it's not for that scumbag..."

Fergie took the wine glass and gestured to the small hall where Song Ya was in, "Those black female hip-hop singers have stared at me DISS long ago."

She is very smart, relying on the second-spec pop dance style title song SweetbutPsycho to successfully half-transform, and spend most of the year enjoying the luxurious life of the singer, so she is too lazy to fight with others as before.

"What does the death of 2PAC have to do with him? He is so nervous." Shakira asked again.

"who knows."

Fergie saw that the door was pushed open again, and the people inside were almost gone. Only Song Ya and Hamlin were left. She raised her neck and drank the glass of wine. "Just ask."

She took her best friend's hand, stepped on her high heels and strode the meteor, and pressed her hand against the door a second before the door was about to close again, "Yo!" said hello and walked in.

"Ah!" Shakira screamed when she saw a crippled picture on the table at the first glance.

"Sorry."

Song Ya reversed the photo. "The National Inquiry newspaper did not know where to get the photo of 2PAC's autopsy on the dissection table. There is really no lower limit."

"Has the murderer caught it?" Fergie asked.

"No, there is a big conspiracy behind this."

2PAC has been hung up for almost a week, and more and more accurate news has been passed from the United States, "Sugnett was controlled by the Los Angeles police for violating parole regulations, and was facing a lawsuit and jail. It seems that everyone does not want to read it. Until he avenged 2PAC to create more vicious cases, especially in the election year. Of course, it may also be part of the pre-conspiracy. Now some conspiracy theories are gradually spreading, saying that it was because 2PAC wanted to leave his death row record. He had a nose and eyes when he was killed in a round," Song Ya said.

"Murder your most profitable singer?" Fergie frowned.

"Impossible, Sugernet is a silly fork, yes, but he is also a very sophisticated gang leader. He will not make such low-level mistakes. He will only work in Los Angeles, not like when the crime was committed. , Using a private jet to escape the regulations of not leaving Los Angeles during parole and ran to Las Vegas."

Song Ya shook his head, "So I said there was a conspiracy, 2PAC was killed, Sugonite was involved in lawsuits, Derry ran away early, the death row records were all over in an instant, and the tabloids turned dirty water. The murderer should be prepared behind the scenes. For a long time, a very beautiful move that directly blitzed the opponent's combat center in a short time..."

"Shxt! It's complicated...but it's none of your business?" Fergie asked.

"Ok."

Song Ya pointed to the two women, "I have strengthened security, including you, do not talk nonsense when you return to the United States. The old fox Quincy Jones was so scared that he sent his son who was signed on death row records to Europe overnight. His daughter Kedar Da Jones, even the girlfriend of 2PAC, now dare not break the news to reporters as it did a few days ago."

"Then 2PAC was killed for nothing?" Shakira asked, "No revenge?"

"Haha, it really is what a Latin can say."

Song Ya smiled and shrugged, "I don't know... Maybe it's someone who wants to be famous and crazy to complete his revenge. Who knows? This is the bandit rap circle."

"APLUS." Hayden came in again.

"Let's go." Fergie led Shakira away winkingly.

"There is another saying that on the night 2PAC was shot, he took his younger brother to beat up a person with old grievances in the MGM Hotel earlier, and after the beating, he insulted and lost a thousand dollars worth of boxing tickets. To the other party, maybe this is just a temporary revenge for a small character, a pure accident."

Hayden closed the door to report the latest news.

"Impossible, it's not like an accident."

Song Yatai has experience. "The accident will not allow the Los Angeles police to act so quickly for the small crime of violating the bail regulations. Sukhnet is also a rich man anyway. He does not need money to hire a good lawyer. 2PAC and Sukhnet are I was ambushed on the way to the nightclub. This is definitely a planned action. Did Linda contact MCHammer? I heard that 2PAC had a long conversation with him in Las Vegas before his death."

"MCHammer was also terrified. He hid back to his church..." Hayden smiled bitterly. "Snoop Dogg also hid and didn't answer the phone."

"The West Coast gang rap and death row records are all over?"

Song Ya thought about it. The death row record was almost equal to the West Coast gang rap, and now the only Snoop Dogg who can play is a wall-rider who can't be guilty of both sides. MCHammer is too mad, the 2PAC group. The younger brother has no real skills other than gangsters. When singing live, he often forgets words or lacks temperament. He is brought to the position by licking 2PAC.

It is too unrealistic to expect Snoop Dogg to carry the West Coast flag after Sugernett is watched by the Los Angeles police. He might even take the opportunity to ‘reunite’ with his old brother Derry.

"It looks like this at the moment. Everyone is in danger now. Oh, yes, I asked the Inner City Broadcasting Corporation to ask Malcolm X's widow for help and contact the mother of 2PAC. You can call at the appointed time to give condolences. "

Hayden looked at his watch, "It will be half an hour later."

"Good job."

2PAC mother is naturally distraught. She is a complicated person. She has participated in the Black Panther Party and engaged in progressive sports but is also a drug addict. She is strong in pulling her children up, giving them the best education possible, and she is also often domestic violence. 2PAC That DearMama was written to her.

"If you need any help... please feel welcome."

"I will."

The two people talked a few words on the phone courteously. According to 2PAC's mother's rich life experience, it is at least impossible to believe that they assassinated 2PAC.

"I actually like 2PAC very much. I know we don’t have much friendship. He also DISS me but I do like him. He is a genius. Losing him is a great loss to the hip-hop circle. I called his mother last night and we talked. chat……"

After the concert on the second day, Song Ya finally accepted an interview with a local reporter from Mi Associated Press in Buenos Aires in the background. The wording was carefully considered, "You know, I have always condemned this circle." We’ve been troubled by this problem for too long, too long, because of the violent behavior in the city.

"Are you on Biggie's side? You have worked with DeadAndGone, right?"

"There is nothing on this side or the other. We are a big family. WeAreOne are all tired of logging, OK? I really hope that violence will not happen again. Little Lowry, 2PAC...too many, they are the best The singers are also very good people. Losing any of them is a major loss in the music circle. This kind of tragedy should not continue."

"So you call on Sugnat not to retaliate?"

"Revenge will not solve any problems, it will only bring bigger problems."

Dismissing the reporter, Song Ya felt dizzy for some reason, "Shakira, let's go, let's go back to the hotel." He went to Shakira's dressing room to call.

"Wait, five minutes will be fine." Shakira pointed to the microphone in his hand.

Estefan and them are all there, a friendly game is playing on the small TV in the dressing room, and the Colombian team is beating Cuba.

"What's the matter with you? APLUS." Estefan noticed that Song Ya sat down slowly touching the armrest of the sofa, and jokingly said: "I can't hold on after running five tours?"

"Haha, it's not enough, but it's a bit tired..."

The Argentine audience is far less enthusiastic than Brazil, and the attendance rate is not satisfactory, which is indeed more tiring.

"APLUS, do you know Jennifer?" Shakira hung up and asked.

"Which Jennifer?"

"Jennifer Lopez." Shakira said: "She asked me to find you... well, please don't suppress her in Hollywood."

"Do you know her?"

"Of course, she is also Latino and also mixes in the music scene."

"It can't talk about suppression..."

Even if the heroine gave Mira, why isn’t it suppressed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But Jennifer Lopez is on Motula’s side, and there is no way she can have good fruit for her to eat, Song Ya refused to agree to it. , "I don't have that much energy in Hollywood."

"Then you don't agree?" The girl acted like a baby.

"Don't mess with Shakira that others promised you can't do." Estefan helped out, "APLUS? Are you really okay?"

He saw Song Ya staring straight at the football game on TV with a pained expression.

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