Chicago 1990

"Ladies and gentlemen, Shakira!"

Singing and dancing Rap, the sweaty Song Ya introduced Shakira, and then waved goodbye to the 80,000 spectators in the Aztec Stadium, "The stage is yours."

He fisted Shakira twice with the guitar on stage, and trot briskly back to the lounge.

Shakira will sing two songs, that is, to win a break of less than ten minutes for himself, he must hurry up.

"Hey! Why are you stern, I sang wrong?"

It’s already the last concert in Central and South America. Tomorrow, I will fly to New York to visit Little Regga and take a rest, and then fly directly to Spain. Ms. Sloan, Hamlin, Taraji are not there, except in the lounge. The staff of Fuhuadao and other staff also gathered several tour creators and entourages from the performance agency Anshuzi.

"No." Everyone said in unison.

"Hey..."

After rushing into the shower room, someone helped to adjust the water to the most suitable temperature. After three times and five times, Da Lala removed the performance clothes, threw it outside, and started taking a shower.

The trip back to the rice was generally very pleasant. I gotten the 3DFX heart disease and got two Apocalypse movie clips, one from a new film about drummers, and the other is an'old movie' that occasionally apocalypses when playing games with Charis. , Have fun with the treasure girl.

"Oh……"

The warm water made him close his eyes involuntarily, then let him out a little bit by the way, and groaned in comfort.

In addition to Argentina and Chile, this Central and South America tour was a great success in Brazil and Mexico. This, the last one in Mexico, set a new record for the number of audiences on the tour.

The reason is that the topic of fainting in Mexico during the live broadcast is extremely hot, and the second is that its Southern Southern Fan Club organized the largest support operation. It is very convenient to come to Mexico from the south, and the consumption here is not high. The concert happened to be a trip.

What is the concept of 80,000 people? Looking at the past on the stage, no matter which direction, the eyes are full of people. They shouted APLUS in unison! APLUS! Singing with hit songs, this atmosphere, this feeling, don't mention how cool it is.

Hearing Anshuz said that if the tour is planned for next year, TV stations such as HBO will compete for a very good price and buy the right to broadcast a videotape of a local concert in the United States.

"APLUS?"

I accidentally enjoyed it a bit overtime, and the stylist started to rush outside.

"That's fine! Wow! Wow..."

Drying up and down, humming a strange song, the stylist is holding clean new clothes, this time it is the usual configuration of T-shirt jeans, of course, big thick gold chain, rhinestone tag and other objects are indispensable.

"What's the next song?"

He dressed neatly, went to sit down in front of the makeup mirror outside, and let everyone around him busy helping to dress up.

"WhereIsTheLove."

"Ahem, What\'swrongwiththeworld, mama?" He began to clear his throat, and brushed up on the makeup mirror. This kind of song is already familiar, and the words are impossible to forget.

"Three minutes." Fergie and William Adams, who were already dressed, said and laughed and opened the door.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't delay..."

Song Ya smiled and told them not to remind them, "Huh?" He picked up the light stick wrapping paper on the dressing table. The enthusiastic fans of this fan club also formed a fluorescent cheer group and brought a lot of Dow's endorsements. Light sticks, they spell words in the audience, play with people, and enjoy themselves.

There are colorful product names and logo texts on the light stick packaging, and then I was printed on the front, thumbs up, and smiled white teeth.

"Is this a new model?" He rubbed the bag into the sound of cheap plastic.

"I don't know, I feel the quality inside and out is worse than before." William Adams said.

"Ha ha."

Dow is estimated to have lost its heart under the competition of this sub-product, and it has begun to enter the stage of just bad money.

"What's the matter with them?" Fergie murmured outside the door.

"what?"

"It looks like something happened," Fergie said.

Song Ya got up a little puzzled, "Is there anything I don't know?"

He walked to the door, and while re-checking and putting on important items such as the earphones and microphones that the old Mike personally kept, he asked the people in Anshuze who were chatting at the door that something was wrong with them, and they were not very emotional.

"No, it's not your side, come on stage, APLUS." They answered.

"Let's go."

Song Ya felt that it might have something to do with him. They didn't want to say that it would affect their performance, and it was fine. They walked through the busy backstage corridor with Fergie and others to the side of the stage behind the curtain.

The time was just right, and Shakira was sitting in a high chair, playing and singing the last few lines of the second song.

"Thank you! Thank you, Shakira."

After she finished singing the curtain call, Song Ya put on her ears to isolate the 80,000 people from the tsunami, and strode onto the stage.

"Goodbye."

He gave the girl a big hug, and Shakira took the opportunity to whisper in her ear, she would not accompany when going to Europe, and Anshuzi arranged for a local star as a guest performer over there.

"Ok."

When Song Ya replied, "Yo!" Fergie had already stood on the edge of the stage and started to stir up the atmosphere.

Multiplayer hip-hop songs, acrobatic girls falling from the sky, graceful chair dances, "Aiseeutepego, Aiaiseeutepego..." Finally, in the AiSeEuTePego encore favorite of Latin American fans, spraying dry ice completely enveloped the stage.

"No! APLUS! No! Don't go! Don't leave me!"

At the last moment, he saw the desperate eyes of those fanatical female fans who were so painful as the end of the world, they stretched out their hands to themselves in tears, working hard enough, hard enough, it was like freezing time at this moment.

"Perfect! Great!"

Before turning his ears off, he heard the director cheering on the radio.

"Thank you for your accompaniment."

Song Ya hugged the accordion player beside him and stepped down, "Celebration Party!" he announced loudly to the cast and crew who were stuck behind the curtain, and received their cheers again.

"Can you tell me?"

The people of Anshuze gathered in the lounge again, this time the facial expressions of the crowd no longer concealed their concerns.

"Shxt!"

After being called forward and cuddled in, he saw someone stuffing a tape into the VCR, turning on the TV, and then there were countless missed calls in the mobile phone that Old Mike handed over.

They are all hiding from me, right? He glared at Old Mike.

‘The crime and punishment of hip-hop music. ’

The CBS Music Channel logo and a big title appeared on the TV screen. The picture was taken by the paparazzi before the death of 2PAC, sitting in the co-pilot, and Sugnet was driving.

"On September 13, the hip-hop star 2PAC died in a shooting. The incident happened here, at the intersection where I stood. At that time, the car he was riding in was waiting for a traffic light..."

A face-to-face young white man stood on the streets of Las Vegas at night and talked to the camera. “At present, neither the Las Vegas nor Los Angeles police have captured the real suspects. I understand that they have arrested some people. , But it was released again soon..."

Song Ya has watched a lot of relevant news and reports in the past 20 days. It's nothing more than the old story. He has a relationship with him? He wondered who was looking at Anshuz.

The other party made a gesture and motioned to continue watching.

"I will not put my perspective on this sad thing today. In fact, the tragic events in the hip-hop music circle, or we narrow the scope, the tragic events in the rap circle and even the gang rap circle are far more than this one, 2PAC It’s just the most famous one. He is not the first rap star to die at gunpoint, and I don’t think he will be the last..."

The white man said clearly, the picture was changed from the street scene to the picture of the singer who died of death. Many black faces flashed across the picture like a horse lantern. The subtitles below, their real names marked the stage name with small quotation marks.

Little Lori's face was placed in the middle, and it also flashed past.

"Why? Why do vendettas continue to be banned in this circle, one after another young lives leave us..."

The white man began to ask, "What kind of guidelines do they follow? Who is it that killed them? Someone? Or the whole society?"

"Who does he think he is?"

Standing behind Song Ya, William Adams and others who were watching together scolded, they should be very upset that a white-generation black group will discuss these ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Hush! "Phage put her index finger to her mouth.

"I dare not say that I know this circle best, but I have indeed been earnestly, carefully and silently visiting and investigating for several years."

The white man seemed to have heard William Adams' complaint, and he continued: "I remember the first interview assignment, when I was still working for the New York Times, and the editor told me that there was a very vicious shooting in Harlem. Yes, maybe some fans still remember the shooting at a nightclub in Harlem."

The pictures began to show news photos of the nightclub in Harlem.

"Shxt!" Song Ya remembered who this white man was. He didn't know this person, but he knew his existence early on.

"I did a lot of work, field investigations, interviews with the parties... It's just a pity that the special report was not published at that time." The white man continued: "Here, I thank CBS for allowing my report to be broadcasted. ."

Song Ya looked around, everyone was watching quietly. The fact that New York did not publish the report was the result of William Morris' public relations. Unexpectedly, the reporter went to CBS to continue.

CBS...

Howard Stringer, the current president of Sony Beimi, is the former president of CBS.

Thinking of the key to the Motura wiretapping case, the man who committed suicide suddenly three months ago, and the serious attitude of Anshuzi and others present, he felt that the situation was a bit bad.

The TV picture cuts from Las Vegas to a bridge, and the white man walks at the end of the bridge. "But the first thing we want to talk about is not the Harlem nightclub shooting, but the older, Brooklyn and Bronx. The'Bridge Battle' between the district rappers in the 1980s..."

He turned to talk about the Beef history of hip-hop circles from the beginning.

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