Chicago 1990

yasequenovendras

I know you will not come back,

todoloquefue

Everything we have,

eltiempolodejoatras

Time left them behind...

Colombia’s first Bogotá, Shakira sat with a guitar in front of the passionate listeners in his hometown, sang and played barefoot to the microphone. Her PiesDescalzos album was released on October 6, a little earlier than Songya’s, all Spanish The album's main focus is definitely the South American market. Recently, with the help of Sony Columbia South America branch, I ran around to promote the album. The agent, Sony Columbia Records’ Latin American gang’s boss Estefan was very optimistic about this album and accompanied him throughout the process.

loquenospaso

I know the days we spent together are no longer,

norepetirajamas

It will not recur in the future.

milanosnomealcanzaran

Even for a thousand years

paraborrarteyolvidar

It’s not enough for me to erase you, or forget you...

She is currently singing the album's title song Estoy Aquí, which has a very good score on the Spanish music charts. The girl who came back from the United States gilded, and her home listeners are very face-off. In Colombia, where piracy is rampant, the sales data still exceeds the expectations of Sony Columbia Records.

entrefotosycuandernos

Between photo and diary

entrecosasyrecuerdos

Between things and memories

quenopuedocomprender

I do not understand

estoyenloqueciendome, cambiando

I do not understand

unpieporlacaramia

I became crazy, turned my feet into my face,

estanocheporeldiaque

These days and nights, I can only do nothing (do not understand Spanish, the lyrics are translated from Yunmusic)

After singing a song, the mood of the audience is almost out of control. South Americans who are optimistic by nature have never lacked violent factors. They began to play with waves like watching football, pushing each other, and crowds rushing to the stage like black clouds. Nearby, attacked the military and police defense lines that were waiting for them.

Estefan frowned and gestured to her on the side of the stage to let her step down.

"Thank you, I love you, I love Colombia!" Shakira had to yell a few words briefly before ending, "What's wrong?"

"It's too messy here, so let's go back to Brazil tomorrow."

Estefan said.

"Ok."

She glanced sadly at the excited crowd outside, untied the guitar, handed it to the assistant, and immediately went backstage to pack things. Colombia is now politically corrupt, the economy is not good, and there are endless violent incidents. It is still the base camp of South American hawking and gaming industry. She loves and hates her hometown.

Halfway through cleaning, the police officer came over, but did not talk about security issues. Instead, he asked with a smile on his face, surrounded by the entourage: "Ms. Shakira, may I be honored to invite you to dinner? Just tonight, in the city. The best restaurant in the district."

"Sorry, we are leaving for Brazil."

Estefan sullenly helped the singer under his belt, "Miss Shakira is very tired."

"Oh, forget it, come to Bogota again next time I have a chance...I will treat you well." The police officer was a little jealous of him, narcissistically continued to harass him and left.

"Hurry up, leave your personal belongings alone, I will let someone clean up."

Estefan didn't care about anything else. "These self-righteous'thieves' can't get rid of them. We must stay away from them immediately."

There was so much chaos here, even the police and the robbers did not distinguish between the police and the robbers, and a group of people hurriedly left and set off for Brazil overnight.

Brazil is a different kind of Latin America. It speaks Portuguese and its economy is also a general among South American dwarfs. Their acceptance of Spanish songs is also very high, and the differences between the two languages ​​are not so great. Shakira's new album is also selling very well here, and the local branch has specially prepared a celebration party for her.

The weather in the southern hemisphere is pleasant in October. On Rio’s Invincible Beach, men wear shorts and girls are colorful dresses.

Nossa, nossa...

The familiar singing voice of the scumbag melodiously spread from the trumpet, and everyone followed them in a light dance.

"Is APLUS popular here too?" Estefan asked.

"In professional circles, yes." The head of the Brazilian branch replied, "We all like this saliva song of the American counterparts. Miss Shakira, how about you?" He noticed that Shakira was holding on to a gloomy mood. Sun hat drinks soda.

The girl curled her lips and asked, "Is it because the American singer takes the initiative to sing Portuguese songs?"

"There is this factor, but... don't you think this song is great? It should be the love song he wrote to his wife Mariah Carey? It's so romantic, Miss Kelly's father is Hispanic black, right?"

The other party answered cheerfully.

"Venezuelan, Portuguese is not spoken there." Shakira retorted.

"Also, who knows, there are not many big American singers who are willing to make Portuguese songs anyway."

The other party continued to say unintentionally, "Oh right! I almost forgot, Miss Shakira, you used to be his MV heroine several years ago, did you? BeautifulGirls? What's your impression of him? At that time, he hadn't been with Maria Kelly marry? Actually, that song also caused a small wave in Brazil for a while. It’s not like I said. If you take advantage of the enthusiasm of that time to post a special topic here, your results will be better, but unfortunately..."

"I don't think it is a pity!"

Shakira couldn't listen anymore, took off her hat and dress, exposed the bikini inside, and ran directly into the sea.

"She seems to be a bit fatter than during the Beautiful Girls? Mr. Estefan, you have to restrain yourself. Fat girls are not popular now."

The nasty branch manager's voice poured into her ears from behind, "Fxxk!" Angrily, she sweared a **** in English, and she plunged into the water. Angrily, stood up and punched the sea with both fists.

"Oh by the way, in November, APLUS will come here to participate in a nationwide live broadcast of platter song, how did you arrange it?"

The conversation on the beach continued, Estefan asked.

"He is the finale, he didn't say anything, AiSeEuTePego's MV will be broadcast here simultaneously." The branch manager replied.

"Arrange Shakira to play behind him? Can it be done? I will let APLUS finish singing and introduce her by the way." Estefan had an idea.

"The finale means..."

"I will give you a generous return. APLUS will certainly not be unhappy. Trust me, I have a good relationship with him." Estefan blinked and hinted.

"Yo, Dame, I heard you started selling alcohol?"

In Brooklyn, Damon Dash’s home has more and more visitors this week. They are all ‘middlemen’ in bars and nightclubs. "Grey Goose vodka? Which one does the APLUS album cover?"

"Yes, it's the one he held in the IgottaFeelingMV."

Damon Dash smiled and let a black man in. "Who wants it? You?"

"Yes, count me, I will help; 54 nightclub requires it, they are also out of stock, many customers are asking, you know, those Manhattan girls." The other party replied.

"How much do you want?" Damon Dash, smoking a cigarette, leisurely tore off an A+ liquor delivery order.

"One hundred pieces."

"I only give you twenty pieces." Damon Dash wrote the number and signature, "No credit is accepted."

"Hey, ComeonDame, this number is too far apart." The opponent held out his hand while protesting.

"Do you want it?"

Damon Dash pulled back the bill of lading, "I am also out of stock here. Now this wine is very popular all over the country, you don't know it."

"Don't be like this~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I'm just kidding." The other party snatched the receipt from him, "Is he looking for you in the future?"

"This is the case for the time being, you can contact our New York distributor when the supply comes up, or use Seagram's sales channel to ask."

Damon Dash left another phone number for the other party, "By the way, do you arrange a performance for my brother Jazzy? He wants to post a special, can it work?"

"No problem, as long as you continue to give me APLUS wine...I really envy you Dame, you can collect money at home without doing anything."

The other party looked at his home again, "Selling alcohol is not less profitable than the one you used to sell? You don't have to go in and out of prison."

"Hey, pay attention, I'm helping APLUS." Damon Dash didn't want to hear the embarrassing past, and pushed the other person out the door.

"I know, I know hey." The other party left with a smile on his face.

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