Chicago 1990

Like this kind of nightclub with only one floor, the VIP area is easy to find. It is about the best place to see the dance floor, but not necessarily. Some stores will set up some box decks in relatively quiet and private places.

The light was too dark and the music was too noisy. He went around a row and didn't even see Mariah Carey. The VIP area was no longer crowded. When he got closer, he was recognized by others.

"Hey, is the person just past APLUS?" a black girl asked hesitantly behind her head.

"You are too addicted to him lately, drink less bitch." Her female companion scolded with a smile.

Song Ya got more upset and pressed the call button again.

"You speak louder, where are you?" He put the receiver on one ear as much as possible, plugged the other with his hand, and asked loudly.

"Northeast corner!" the female assistant replied: "We are in the northeast corner, the largest one!"

"OK."

He put down the phone and squeezed to the northeast corner. At this time, he had a face-to-face meeting with a half-sized boy. He felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. After he went wrong, he looked back and the other party did not notice him. The companion disappeared in the aisle leading to the bathroom.

Squeezed to the destination, the VIP deck where Mariah Carey is located is circular. Although it is semi-closed, only a small corner is opened. The inside cannot be seen from the outside. The privacy is very high. No wonder it was not. Noticed.

"Hey, this is VIP..."

When he walked nearby, he was stopped by the security guard. The other party saw his face clearly, put the hand on his chest down, and backed away, "APLUS is here." Putting the walkie-talkie to his mouth said.

The familiar boy just now made Song Ya feel very anxious for some reason. When she walked in, she saw Mariah Carey sitting in the middle of the round sofa like a bunch of old black stars. She was already very drunk. "APLUS !" She raised her glass to Song Ya and pushed away the bitter female assistant beside her, "Come and sit down, I'll treat you today!"

"APLUS, welcome." A fat black man stood up to meet him and stretched out his fist.

It's Dave Hall, the producer of Uptown Records. Song Ya can only fist him first, "Dave, are you helping Miss Kelly make a single?"

"Hey..." Dave Hall smiled: "I haven't made a final decision yet."

The producer of a small record label is so expensive? Having the opportunity to make a single for the popular DIVA, Song Ya glanced at Mariah Carey, who was winking at him. He felt that the guy in front of him was trying to catch the popular DIVA, and then he came out on the brothers. Show off in front of you.

Motula also agrees with the judgment of the people on the streets of New York. These guys are the inferior embryos of the golden worms. They are so drunk when they get DIVA to such a place. What crooked thoughts are in my heart?

"I have something to do with Miss Kelly, sorry." He didn't want to waste too much time, walked over and took Mariah Kelly's hand, "Let's go."

"Don't go!" She pouted like a little girl in her seat, "Come and drink with me!"

"Hey, APLUS, don't you give us some face?" The bragging father was there in the corner, and he was lying half-lying on the back of the sofa with his arms, like a big boss.

"I have something to tell Miss Kelly."

Song Ya knew that on the streets of Harlem, he could not be regarded as a small intern at a record company. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Now Mariah Carey let him pull, "What's the matter?" Drunkenly followed herself to the outside of the deck.

Song Ya pulled her close and said in her ear: "I want you, now." There is no way, but she can only be fooled away with a beautiful man.

"Little pervert."

Mariah Carey’s flushed cheeks flashed across her cheeks. With her current state, she just flirted, and the spring is sprouting. Looking back at the card holder, the female assistant is already packing her bag and coat. "Then what will she do? Recently, she has been almost inseparable from me. Tommy must have asked her to do this."

"I have a way." Song Ya fooled, anyway, get people away first.

"Okay." Mariah Carey yelled happily: "I have invited all the wine! I am happy today!"

"..."

The men and women in the nightclub burst into enthusiastic cheers. Song Ya helped her forehead and was about to pull her away, but when she turned around, she found the nasty Jodeci quartet and Mary Blige surrounded.

"YO! APLUS! I didn't expect you to come here alone..."

K-Ci hugged Mary Blige and shouted in a yin and yang tone. He also shook the walkie-talkie in his hand triumphantly. It should have been notified by the security.

"How do you say?" Song Ya scowled.

"Nothing, admire your courage." Several people smiled hippiely.

"Hey, APLUS." A hand pressed his shoulder from behind, bragging father, "Just right, freestyle?"

"Yeah!" The people in Dave Hall's booth also gathered around and began to clamor.

"I'm not going to play this..." Song Ya's heart sank, everything went well recently, and he plunged into this nightclub without much thought. It seemed a bit reckless.

"No coward!" Mary Blige started again, "You are a fake packaged by a big company!"

"WhereIsTheLove, MamaWhereIsTheLove..."

K-Ci put his hands on his eyes and made a gesture of wiping tears from the child, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I am so scared, how can I do mama?"

"Fxxk..."

Song Ya cursed, pulled Mariah Carey around them, not planning to respond.

"Hey! Everybody!"

Bragging father shouted loudly: "Hey, DJ! Stop, stop." He took the walkie-talkie from K-Ci. Soon, the music in the nightclub stopped, and the unknown men and women made a complaint.

Someone sent a microphone.

The sweat on Song Ya's forehead came out, and he began to look for old Mike in the crowd. Fortunately, the old white man who was prominent among the young black people was squeezing toward him.

"Today we have a distinguished guest here! APLUS!" The bragging father pointed at Song Ya and shouted into the microphone: "Our Harlem district must welcome him!"

"Ho!" All the people's attention was drawn.

"APLUS! APLUS! It really is him, I said I would not be wrong!"

Many girls began to scream, and it seems that his fans in Harlem are not small.

"Come on, APLUS, let's go there." The bragging father smiled and pointed the microphone to the small stage in the distance.

"I don't have time." Song Ya felt that this guy had come alive. He had been the most calm one after several conflicts with them before. It might be because he returned to Uptown Records to help Mary Blige and Jodeci. His album also achieved some success, and now he no longer needs to be so cautious.

"Fxxk!" K-Ci cursed, "Do you think you can escape? Boss!"

He was the first to jump on the stage and said, "Yo, today I will teach the APLUS brothers and sisters a lesson, listen up, they are Chicagoans, don't think about it! "Walk in New York"! Right?!"

He also used Song Ya's lyrics, which mobilized the New Yorkers' regional complex well, "Yeah!" People began to echo loudly, and they all began to gather on the stage.

"Go up APLUS, go!" The other three members of Jodeci began to push.

"Hey, you **** pay attention!" Unable to persuade, Song Ya pushed back, pushing one of them back a few times.

"FXXK!"

"FXXKYOU!"

Both sides scolded a few words, "Hehehe!" Mariah Carey, who didn't know the grudges on both sides, guarded Song Ya, "It's all my friends, OK? Now, there should be no swear words, no violence."

She pointed to Dave Hall and the bragging father warned.

"OK." The bragging father shrugged, and Sony Columbia Records was still selling the face of DIVA, and the situation eased.

Love you, Mimi... Song Ya's nose was so moved.

"APLUS, come on! Kill him!" Mariah Carey handed the microphone to her hand.

"..."

"I believe you, you are the best, go up! Go!"

You see how I turn around and use the best lesson to you!

Throwing away her hand, she could only bite the bullet and walk onto the stage.

"Everyone, everybody, in one minute, who will come first?" The bragging father followed up and stood between the two. Song Ya curled his lips and gave K-Ci to K-Ci. There was no other way, so I had to fight for as much time as possible to let my mind. It spins up quickly, is edited, and will be sung later. Damn it, he glanced at the venue. Fortunately, there should be no camera. Even if he sees his eyes later, he doesn't have to worry about being recorded.

The DJ began to play a standard accompaniment with a strong rhythm, "Hey hey!" K-Ci started, "The brothers and sisters standing in front of me is a gangster, a gangster packaged by a big company. I slept with his girl and said he It's useless..."

K-Ci pointed to Song Ya and gesticulated, "The one in front of you is a gangster, a gangster who slanders and deceives under the name of GD. I pointed the gun at his head brothers and sisters! This guy was still stubborn. In the situation..."

"White doll, M-FXXK hybrid bastard..."

"Little Lori his brother! The same from GD! We have received our response. Now I can't get out of the bed and live like a dead bug!"

Song Ya's eyes fell cold, and she clenched her teeth unconsciously.

"Wow! Phew! Good job K-Ci!" At the end of one minute, the bragging father took over the microphone.

The audience in the audience may listen very well, but the feeling of being pointed and scolded on stage is completely different. Not only can they not show a little weakness, but they also have to keep thinking of the words and sentences in response, and they must also take into account the rhyme.

Fortunately, the Apocalypse plug-in is meticulous...

"APLUS, it's your turn." The bragging father directed the audience's attention to himself.

Repeated simple accompaniment, cheers from the crowd, the opposite K-Ci triumphantly interacting with the stage, and Mariah Carey, who wriggled her body to the music on the side of the stage, and the audience looked at herself worriedly Old Mike.

"APLUS?" The bragging father added, "on! It's up to you."

"ScumGang..."

Song Ya pushed on the microphone switch, first exaggerated the pitch and roared to the sky, then coughed a few times to make adjustments to make his voice more powerful and explosive, and pinpoint the tempo, "Yo, APLUS, talkyourshit."

Niggasdon\'twantnoparts, it\'srundownseason, holditdown

It\'sonlythesquad

He also pointed at K-Ci, "Theysaywhen they seemetheygon\'wetme

\'twetshit!

Theysaywhentheyseemetheygon\'testme

\'tsaidshit!

Theysaidwhentheyseemetheygon\'robme

\'ttookshit!

TheysaidwhentheyseemeI\'marun

Idon \ 'tduck, bitch! "

He sang and drew closer, pressing his forehead against the opponent's forehead, staring at the guy fiercely.

Allthattalking, boy, stop!

Heardyoudancing, boy, stop!

Needalesson, boy, stop!

, Boy, stop!

Quitthatpopping, boy, stop!

Iknowwhat\'scracking, boy, stop!

Whatyoujacking? Boy, stop!

Whatyousaying? Boy, stop!

A series of shocking force exploded the comparison, spitting stars sprayed on the opponent's face, the other party wanted to hide, but did not want to show weakness, so he had to keep looking at each other, his lips tightened.

Compared to the standard shooting gesture, the tip of the index finger was placed on the opponent's temple.

Allthattalkingthatyoudoinggon\'getyourboyshot!

Allthemhollowstohischestgon\'makehisheartstop!

Putthat.30inyourface, like, "What\'sinyourspot?

Runthatbitch!

runthatcash!

fxxkwithusyoucannot!

FxxkYou, Fxxker!

fxxker!m-fxxk!

His facial muscles were completely distorted, and he was spraying dirty at the guy in front of him.

K-Ci couldn't bear it anymore and pushed him far away, but how easy was it for the 1.9-meter big man to push it, he himself took a half step backward.

"Okay, one minute!" The bragging father separated the two. "Very wonderful, wow, very wonderful APLUS. Ho!" He wiped his forehead and made a sweat, "Take me It makes blood boil."

"I said you are the best, APLUS!" Mariah Carey shouted there like a little fan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bragging father motioned to K-Ci.

"Yo..." This guy lost his momentum at all, and Yo gave a few clicks, "M-Fxxk...M-Fxxk..."

Although it was his home court, there was still a burst of color in the crowd.

Song Ya stared at him with a sneer and continued to exert psychological pressure.

"Okay, okay, it looks like our K-Ci is a bit tired, let's send the next one." Bragging father, this guy is indeed a bit of a city, "Biggie! It's your turn." He walked to the side of the stage. The **** man, who is tall and looks quite like Tony, waved.

"Hey, it's not over?" Song Ya took the opportunity to complain, and Tianqi only gave himself one song, which could not be used twice.

"Don't be disappointed, APLUS..." The bragging father handed the microphone to the **** man.

Song Ya shook his head. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he seemed to see the familiar flower headband somewhere in the audience.

Huh, flower headband? He returned to his senses after a few seconds, and then looked at it again. Under the flashing lights of the nightclub, the familiar half-sized boy and companion had already put on the flower headscarf they hadn’t had just now, and were digging out of his arms, wrong. No, the six-pointed star is the style of GD.

Song Ya remembered where he had seen this kid, outside the office of Old Qiao Music, when Kenneth was there.

"Damn it!"

He dropped the microphone, ran a few steps back, and jumped on Mariah Carey.

'boom! ’

With a gunshot, the noise of the people stopped abruptly, leaving only the endless loop of drum beats. Song Ya threw Mariah Carey under her body and suppressed it.

"TheGangsterDisciples! For Lowry!"

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