Chicago 1990

Chile is on a tour mission, in order to rush to the highlight: the three games in Mexico provide the best logistical support, and many large stage equipment will be shipped directly from Buenos Aires to Mexico City.

The Santiago show in Chile will be a concert where the stage effects have been reduced and streamlined.

"Shakira, we should go now."

When Song Ya and the tour team were about to head to San Diego, Estefan also came to lead.

The guest singer does not need to follow the tour throughout the entire tour, just come back to participate in the rehearsal the day before the Chile concert, "You..." When he saw Shakira's sweet ring around Song Ya's neck, he put his legs on each other. When he was on his lap, he sighed silently, "You have a business show nearby in midweek."

"Can you push me out? Mr. [New fo] Steffen."

Sure enough, Shakira refused without hesitation, "I really like the atmosphere of the APLUS tour team, I want to play here for a while, please?"

"You insist?"

"I insist."

"Well, then I'm going to do something else..."

Estefan told Song Ya, "Take care of her, and I will be there on the day of the concert in Chile."

"Don't worry, oh yes, I also have something to talk to you that day." Song Ya smiled and raised his hand to apologize, indicating that the girl could not stand up and shake hands to say goodbye.

"Is it important?"

"Is it important."

"Then I will advance the schedule one day."

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Those letters I wrote,

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It has never been sent.

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You don't want to know my current situation.

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You can't imagine,

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How stupid I am.

Estefan appeared at the Chilean National Stadium in Santiago that day. Shakira happened to be at the stage rehearsal. The girl looked carefree with a passion for the brain. Sitting on a high chair, she played and sang her title song. Estoy Aquí.

He didn't bother, and went directly to find Song Ya backstage.

At the same time, at the Sony North Mi headquarters in New York, Motula sat at the desk of Howard Stringer’s president again, but this time his opponent changed from the still lacking Daniel to the old fox John Carley, with a few more people next to him. The top management of the book accompanied.

"Hip-hop, rhythm and blues, pop punk and Latin dance music with electronic elements..."

John Carly is holding a small notebook to repeat: "In general, I think the trend in the next few years will be fusion music, there is a little bit of everything, like..."

"Like the APLUS suit?" Motura interrupted him with a smile.

"No one can deny that he is a genius." John Carly countered. "It's just a pity... he won't renew our contract."

"He is an unfamiliar wolf. Sum is working against us. He invested in a VCD factory in China and increased his stake in the DTS company in the former SD camp. I heard that the 3DFX company he invested in is talking to Sega about the next generation of games. The display chip of the host computer cooperates?"

Motula was aggressive. "He even encouraged the black party of the House of Representatives to take up trade war weapons and propose to increase taxes on our micro motors, CD motors, and laser heads!"

"I won't say who he did it for." John Carly took off his reading glasses and said coldly.

"You reversed the logic of John. He targeted me because only I can suppress him and stop him from doing nonsense, so he was afraid that I would have to fight me out! Replaced by someone else, I'm afraid he has already bought Sony Columbia Records. It's empty! Think about the mess he and Daniel have done together!"

Motula poked John Carly’s chest with his index finger. “What he did at Sony Columbia Records is copied in your Columbia Pictures, first interfere with the project hostess selection that has nothing to do with him, and then cut sausages. The tactics are advancing step by step, John, two years...in two years, you will suddenly find that he already thinks that you are in the way and want to get rid of you. Remember this prediction of mine."

"It sounds a lot like that."

John Carly laughed instead, "If I don’t know if the hostess Jennifer Lopez has an ambiguous relationship with you, not long ago, he messed up the big production with another one of yours, Wesley Snipes. After the money train, I can still get the heroine of the Anacondas, maybe I will agree with you. This is not the Hollywood way of playing Tommy, at least not in the company I manage..."

"Uh...cough cough."

Howard Stringer glanced at the notebook executive next to him and stopped the two Americans from exposing each other in front of them. "Today's meeting is just to talk about music casually...Tommy, what do you think? Let's talk about it."

"I said earlier, Latin Storm."

Motula first complained to Howard Stringer, “The Latin single Macarena, which is now very hot, has proved my predictability at the time. If my opinion is adopted early, Sony Columbia Records will eliminate Glory. In addition to Asia and Shakira, I can also take advantage of the Latin trend at the time to become popular with a lot of newcomers. I have a lot of good seedlings, including Jennifer Lopez... It's a pity."

"I agree. I also said that I am optimistic about Latin dance music." John Carley said.

"Hmm. What else? Tommy." Howard Stringer asked again.

"Everyone else is the same, integrating electronic music, popular rhythm and blues, hip-hop, rock... etc." Motura said.

John Carly sneered slightly, and put the small notebook in his pocket.

"No, no, no, we say the same nouns, but the actual meaning is different. You are the layman John."

Motula hurriedly added, "This is actually industry, and the recording industry is also an industry. It is no different from ... and making electronic products." He pointed to several notebook executives. "Top scientists are responsible for discovering new theories and technologies. Then companies use this knowledge to make goods, right?"

"Unify this understanding, then now I can use... funk music as an analogy."

He said: "We all know that James Brown invented funk music. Our composers and arrangers will soon begin to summarize what creative changes he has made? Oh, it turns out that he has increased the 4/4 melody. The first beat is what we now call'TheOne', which combines some elements of jazz, rhythm and blues and gospel music, as well as detailed split rhythms, electric bass... The rhythm of the whole song begins with TheOne , Back to TheOne."

"After clarifying these, major record companies can quickly package and create their own funk stars, and new geniuses will appear in the entire system. Re-development based on this foundation, such as psychedelic funk and gang release G..."

"APLUS is a genius for fusion music, I admit. But he can't always lead the learning ability of large companies like Sony Columbia Records, and he is not irreplaceable. I noticed that the other five major record companies have begun to build his good-looking, He is a hip-hop star of mixed race, gang experience, and creative ability, please wait..."

Motura went to open the office door and said, "Call Balotelli in."

He brought in a mulatto, a 1.9-meter tall boy who was more handsome and handsome than Song Ya, "How? He was discovered by me in Little Italy in Brooklyn. He has been in gangs and has weight in the neighborhood. And amazing creative and singing talent. Give us a paragraph Balotelli..."

"Okay." The boy didn't have stage fright at all, and slapped his fingers to come up with a rap with excellent rhythm and rhyming.

"Okay, you go out first. He also takes a stage name himself, called B-GOD, hehe... I think it will be very interesting."

Motula closed the door and said to John Carly, "In fact, you should have done these things a long time ago."

John Carley didn't know how to refute, and looked at Howard Stringer.

Earlier that day, in Chicago, Quincy Jones called his eldest daughter at home.

"The funeral of 2PAC is over, come back, Kiddada, you are just his girlfriend, and her mother does not need your company..."

"I know you. Don't show off your desire to perform at this time. I have told you the seriousness of this matter countless times."

"M-fxxk who do you think you are? Never talk to the media about revenge or the real murderer... Don't talk nonsense if you don't know the fart, do you really know it?"

"Come on, it seems like how much 2PAC loves you, everyone knows that he messes around in Las Vegas, he doesn't respect or care about you at all."

"Go home! Kiddada... Do you want me to beg you? Huh? I say this because I love you..."

"Think in the right direction. Now as long as you want, you can use his girlfriend to show your face forever, accept media interviews, or quarrel with others, whatever you want. As long as you give me a good time... What do you think? If 2PAC doesn't hang up, it will dump you sooner or later!"

"Don't talk to me like that! Come back with my people! Immediately!"

The father and daughter fell apart, and Quincy Jones angrily slammed the microphone on the phone.

"What you said was so mean, Daddy." The second daughter Rashida Jones put the steaming coffee cup in front of her father.

"I don't drink."

Quincy Jones picked up his old-fashioned top hat, "I'm going to a record company meeting, really fucking..."

The old man cursed and drove to the Chicago branch of JIVE Records, where the main managers were there, as well as R Kelly.

"The theme song you wrote for Jordan's basketball movie IbelieveICanFly is perfect. That song will be popular all over the world." Quincy Jones praised R Kelly and sat down beside him.

"Thank you, are you okay?" R Kelly and other high-level officials cared for a few words, and the meeting began.

"Regarding the future, there is an opportunity before us..."

The president of JIVE Records, who presided over the meeting, looked at Quincy Jones: "2PAC is dead, and APLUS is hiding away from it. This is an opportunity for us to enter the field of rap music, which is far behind, right? Now the market is set aside. A lot of space, Quincy. I know you have a good relationship with the people on death row records. Sugnet is in a lawsuit. Will we have a chance to get Snoop Dogg over? Help get a line?"

"Shit! Don't mention that prankster to me!"

Quincy Jones was still angry, "I'm not involved in this kind of mess, you can find someone else!"

"Is there a future for gang rap? I doubt that they are going to kill and kill, they are too violent." Some senior officials questioned, "Maybe the money earned by individuals may not be enough for us to pay legal fees."

"What else is there? Latin? Now everyone is confused. The little clever APLUS has started writing industrial metal and heavy metal rock to David Bowie!" The words of another executive made everyone laugh.

Quincy Jones did not laugh, he was not in the mood, neither did R Kelly, "Uh, I noticed that the Backstreet Boys group in our European division has been doing very well recently. They sing that... teen pop dance, right? And just now The spice group that has gained fame in the UK, I really like their Wannabe, which is a bit like the London Bridge that APLUS wrote to Fergie before, more distinct and more ear-catching."

"Do you think they can eat well in the United States? The professional music critics here don't look down upon it..." Some people questioned.

"Will it? I think it will. There is still innovation."

R Kelly said firmly: "I even feel that this style of music may become the third British invasion, if we still do nothing like the previous two."

"The five hot girls? It's not good-looking. It's hard to become an idol in the U.S. if you are alone. Victoria is a pretty hot girl, but I heard that she is very poor in singing." Some executives said.

"What do you think of Quincy?" the president asked Quincy Jones, who was gradually calming down.

"You can try it. Call the backstreet boy back to the United States to try the water first, and then sign a few beautiful boys and girls, follow the idol route, mass-produce, and make a bet. Anyway, you won't lose much."

Quincy Jones said: "I personally don't like it, but I believe in R Kelly's judgment. By the way, is there a definition for that style of music?"

"It's called Teen Pop, TeenPOP!"

In San Diego, Shakira had finished the rehearsal, she almost ran backstage, wanting to return to her lover immediately.

She believes that her current situation is not the love brain of moths fighting the fire. About the future, she has carefully considered and observed. This time she was "surprised" to find that APLUS has really separated from Fergie, except for work. Just take care of their own things, and never play ridiculously like before.

During the whole tour, APLUS had made phone calls with Xuelinfen and Mariah Carey, the two who gave birth to him, but did not find any other women. The conversations on the phone were mainly about children.

She feels there is a chance, and she also loves APLUS, as long as she floods him with all her enthusiasm! APLUS has been married, she is willing to get married!

"I'll make a deal, Mr. Estefan, if you help me invite a satisfactory theme song for the Spanish World Cup, I will give Shakira an English theme song that I created. The male and female chorus, only me and she was."

Like a happy bird, she passed through with a smile under Mavota's raised arm. As soon as she opened the door of the lounge, she heard APLUS having a serious conversation with her agent inside.

She put her hands behind her back and stepped lightly.

"Didn't I have promised you about the song?" Estefan said, "No additional conditions are required."

"I need more active help, I guess, you still have many Latin singer friends competing for this opportunity? I want to make our partnership closer. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Song Ya said.

"So..."

Both of them tacitly knew, Estefan pondered for a while, "Shakira is very assertive, she refused your song, I don't know..."

"Oleoleole..."

Song Ya hummed the melody of the newly-acquired Apocalypse song. The reason why he has a showdown with the other party now is because he wants to get Hayden back to the United States for copyright filing. "Don't you want her to appear in the World Cup album? Although I am here It's an English song."

"Sounds great, but... you know APLUS, she likes you, maybe it's a better plan for you to find a chance to open your relationship."

Estefan made a price: "Just when the song was announced? This is also good for her to open the U.S. market."

"I don't want this kind of news to appear for the time being."

Song Ya shook his head, "I think the current state is very good, happy bachelor, wait until 30 years old before considering staying in a certain treetop."

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