Chicago 1990

"I like you, you deserve a promotion place."

The slender 757 is about to land. Song Ya is still focusing on desk work, watching various reports, signing various documents, and taking care of business. The TV channels are generally locked in their own or channels.

It happened to be broadcast to the stage of the exciting clips of the street dance competition, and the ex-wife was evaluating a player who had just finished performing.

Hearing the voice of his ex-wife, Song Ya stopped writing and turned his head to look at the TV.

"thanks, thanks!"

A medium-looking white mature woman of about 27 or 8 years old happily thanked her on stage. As soon as the screen turned, it was given to Rashida, who was squatting and hugging the two little girls in the background, who should be the daughter of the contestant’s daughter. The girls immediately clapped their hands happily, and Rashida also showed a nervous and happy look together empathetically.

"It's worth it? Why?"

But it seems that other judges have different opinions. Adam Shankman, who is very stable, said: "She just seemed to be drunk."

"I didn't drink..." the contestant pitifully defended on stage.

"That's a metaphor!" Adam Shankman's words caused the audience to laugh.

"It's a good dance. She is a hard-working and caring single mother. We should give her more encouragement." The ex-wife may be a little bit sick and continue to support her.

"Look! Our column's name is..."

This kind of emotional reason can't move Adam Shankerman. He rushed to the top of the stage to sign with a line of big letters, "Hip-hop contest!"

The judges had a one-to-one opinion, and the two looked at aer.

Aer thought for a while, and at the same time broadcast a close-up of his face with suspenseful drama-like music.

The contestants were also waiting on stage, covering their mouths, tears glistening with nervousness.

In the end, aer made a concise decision: "Cut it out!"

The final word was reached. Someone in the audience made regretful sounds and some applauded. Rashida began to comfort the two sad and crying little girls in the background.

The ex-wife immediately expressed his dissatisfaction. She raised her mouth and looked up at the sky. She used her nostrils to stare at the camera. She should be rolling her eyes.

"Hey-hey…"

Song Ya actually knows that Dian's ex-wife's performance when she was a judge is a bit unpopular with TV viewers. Many people consider her undisguised emotional expression to be too self-centered, ostentatious, and lacking in professional skills.

Adam Shankman cherishes and enjoys this opportunity very much, and aer's mind has another muscle. The two dance masters, regardless of their seniority and status, are unlikely to be used to her.

But... forget it, just have fun by herself.

During this time, Song Ya chose to stay in Los Angeles. On the one hand, it was because the gentle township over there was too comfortable, on the other hand, she was hiding from her ex-wife. She often came to Chicago to record shows, and she had to take care of her official girlfriend Ai. Mi's emotions and pressure from public opinion would be bad for her and Amy if it detonates the Shura field back home.

And he didn't want to run for Alicia too much for the Cook County Attorney's platform, so as not to stimulate the Daly dynasty. If he could hide outside, he would hide outside. Anyway, Alicia's victory was stable.

In fact, I can stay in Los Angeles for a while, but a small psychological problem makes me have to leave for the return journey.

Simply put, it is that Linda, the president of Records, Daniel, the president of Metropolitan Distribution, and Disney Records finally set a new announcement strategy for the four albums.

The 30th anniversary of the solo flight concert was so loud, a few households vacated half of the American national singing scene. The guest Britney of the first performance on September 7 is now invincible, even if she only invited her on that day. A guest, the concert tickets and broadcast ratings are guaranteed, Britney Spears is so popular now.

So this party has no operability at all with similar activities. First, it is difficult to defeat Fang head-on. Second, the publicity before the release has always been super-hands against the ceiling of the industry, and the quality of his concerts is also the same. , If you are recruiting people and preparing for a concert, there is not enough time.

So Daniel came up with an idea. Since it is difficult to overtake the momentum in the short term, he will be in harmony with Bige. He believes that he has an advantage that is completely irresistible, that is, the ability to create and direct high-level symphonic music.

It just so happens that the Requiem of Dreams has been turned on and the soundtrack work is ready. The symphony of the apocalypse when I was shot... It’s time to record it. Disney Records will find a station to follow up the whole process, and then make a A short documentary was released before the 30th anniversary concert. This is what Daniel calls winning by style.

But Song Ya had a problem here. He soon discovered that when he called up the pure music score in his mind, he would always recall the shooting scene at that time, and then think of the main gunman Cui Fo and the forces behind the scenes. Still at large...

Papu needs to be played repeatedly to relive that scene. My own psychological barrier makes work always intermittent, and my heart will linger with a depressive mood.

So he wants to come back, practice with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra in advance, and get the soundtrack of the Requiem of Dreams together. He feels that he will be better when there are many people, at least better than tortured by racking his brains on the staff alone.

It happens that Amy will stay in Hollywood to prepare for the filming of the growth education.

There is another job...

The Dow Jones Index fell below 10,000 points again today...

I picked up the remote control and switched to the channel. The financial host was reporting the stock market. Affected by the Enron company's thunderstorm, the New York stock market has fallen off slightly after nearly four months, and the Nasdaq index has returned to two thousand. Below the point, went straight to one thousand and eight.

"Hey…"

Song Ya sighed slightly. It stands to reason that the energy giants, as the basic board of the current Xiangdang government, should be able to help securely, but it is difficult to judge the specific time.

"Y." The hatch opened, and Old Mike handed out an umbrella.

"Um."

It was raining in Chicago. Song Ya exchanged glances with the old man, then patted the arm of the muffler before exiting the cabin and opening the umbrella.

At noon in Chicago, the sky was gloomy as night, and the rain fell on the umbrella. Song Ya raised his eyes to look at the pick-up convoy. The security chief of Highland Manor was waiting in front of the front of the car in a wheelchair, and all his followers followed. Bodyguards in uniform, black clothes and black umbrellas.

"Just wait in the car."

Song Ya walked down the boarding ladder with his hands, and was polite with the security supervisor in his home.

"Hey-hey."

The black man who had broken his legs in a car accident for himself smiled, and turned his head to beckon the bodyguard to open the door.

Song Ya pressed his shoulder again and got into the car.

The &nbssp; convoy quickly left the airport. Song Ya looked in the rearview mirror. The security supervisor was still waiting in the rain with two cars. Old Mike and the muffler walked up to him with their luggage.

"Alex!"

When the convoy drove into Highland Park, the rain was already heavy, and Aunt Susie was waiting at her home in Highland Park, holding herself and Amy's son Vilas in her arms.

"Suzy. Huh, my little Vilas..."

Song Ya teased her lovely son.

"The Elephant Party seems to be dissatisfied with our speed. We don't want to wait until the end of the year..."

In the evening, Sloan came to visit and she said: "I urged me again through Litman's relationship, and it is not yet known how they plan to act."

"Gordon is already contacting the political relationship between the District of Columbia and his hometown to choose the first political stop for next year's midterm elections. This kind of thing can't be kept secret. The Elephant Party should be able to hear the news?" Song Ya asked rhetorically.

"It's also possible that the party is playing with the question. After all, Gordon switched from the anchor station to Capitol Hill... This result may not have been anticipated in advance, but we will not feel much comfortable with our solution."

Sloan laughed: "They probably can't accept it, thinking we are playing cleverness."

"They'd better not be insatiable." Song Ya replied coldly, "My concession is not bottomless."

"certainly."

Sloan removed the stack of papers on the desk, revealing fifty dollars underneath.

"Hehe, Halle is worth one hundred..."

Song Ya took advantage of the question and took up his hands to show that I was jealous! Refusal of service today!

"How much are you worth?" Sloan rolled his eyes and took the money back.

"Ii!"

The two are in a stalemate, Aunt Susie's loud voice sounded outside, and the ex-wife arrived.

Song Ya gave Sloan an apologetic look and walked out of the study.

"I'm so angry! Adam Shankman always goes against me!"

Before he heard his voice, his ex-wife complained, "I won't let the player I choose to advance!"

"Hip-hop contest rules are like this... Ow!"

As Song Ya was explaining, she slapped her in the arm.

"Huh! Did you watch the replay?" The ex-wife only saw the little Vilas in Susie's arms at this time, did not say much, but screwed a man hard.

"Looking at it a bit, it is not convenient for me to interfere...ii, unless they deliberately make trouble."

"Fart! You call the show crew!"

"Do not hit!"

"are you mad at me!"

Song Ya flexibly dodged various attacks with her head and face covered.

In the early morning, it was raining heavily outside and the bedroom was messed up. Song Ya and his ex-wife were lying on the bed and slumbering.

"vomit!"

At the same time, in a cemetery on the outskirts of the country, a muffler supported a shovel to crawl out of a new hole just dug out of the mouth, and then took off the black scarf covering his mouth and nose, bending over and retching.

"Small down!" The security chief who was watching the wind in the distance lowered his voice to warn, but quickly smelled the unpleasant smell from the pit, and immediately covered his nose.

Only the old Mike didn't respond. The old man climbed down the pit cautiously with a flashlight. There were three of them on the scene, all of whom had been drenched in heavy rain.

There is only one simple name on the tombstone standing in front of the pit: McTorry, with no birth or death year.

Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At the end of the month, Song Ya had already started to practice with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, and the Requiem of Dreams gradually took shape and sounded in the practice room.

Barenboi, the music director of the orchestra, stood aside with a smile, pressing down while looking at his sweaty lover with a sweaty shirt behind his shirt.

A member of the camera crew was quietly looking after the camera in the corner.

With the baton in his hand flying up and down, Song Ya recalled the scene when he was shot in his mind, and rushed straight to the running horse in front of him, Mawota's call sign in the distance to warn, the fire from the gangster Cui Bo's muzzle...

He shook his head, closed his eyes, and immersed himself in the music, sweat running down his temples.

When the music stopped abruptly, the scene was silent for a while, and then there was warm applause.

The members of the film crew have been completely convinced by the personal charm of this self-made wealthy and musical genius, applauded from the bottom of their hearts, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked incomparably admired.

"Thank you." He opened his eyes and politely thanked the band members and film crew.

Then I saw Sloan and Old Mike behind Barenboy.

"gentlemen…"

"Please wait."

He smiled and declined the interview with reporters from Taiwan, then greeted Barenboi and went out to find a quiet place with Sloan and Old Mike.

"We compared McTorry's, and we should be able to confirm that the person who was shot was not him." Old Mike said.

"So... McTorry is still alive?" Song Ya frowned.

"It is very likely that, as a peripheral member of the Colombo family in New York, Andre Sanchez, who was suspected of dealing with the Colombo family power and money from the trio on Peter’s list, should have dealt with him, and it happened that he was killed with a sniper shot that day. It's Dave Norton in the trio again, but he just smashed his face... it's not such a coincidence in the world."

Old Mike said: "McTownley is the brain of the gunman. If he is alive, he should be in a certain witness protection plan and change his face to continue living."

"Well, keep checking."

Song Ya nodded and asked Sloan: "Where is your side?"

"Giuliani appointed a special prosecutor of the New York City Government and is quietly investigating the Lyle Cohen case. Their focus seems to be whether the false news about Lyle Cohen’s escape from the country involved you during the short Vivendi Global. Violations."

Sloan said: "Steve Hines in the trio seems to be cooperating with the investigation."

"These damned guys are so arrogant! Think I really won't pursue the shooting anymore?"

It seemed that those people wanted to die by themselves, dormant for so long, and now they started to act again. Song Ya slapped the window viciously. The wind and rain were still outside, and the rain was flowing down the glass like a waterfall.