Chicago 1990

Early the next morning, Connie drove a Ford pickup on the way to school.

Emily was sitting in the co-pilot and Song Ya was lying in the back seat to make up for sleep. As for Tony, he hasn't been to school since leaving the football team.

On the radio, the well-known Chicago DJ'Big A'is eating melons from the gangster rap group NWA infighting with the host. It is the morning rush hour at work, and the listening rate of this radio program is very high.

"So,'Big A', which side do you support? Eazy-E or Ace Cooper" the host asked.

"Of course I'm on Eazy-E's side."'Big A'made a firm stand.

The host asked: "What is the reason?"

"Because I am'Big A', he is'Big E', hahahaha..."'Big A'threw a very cold stalk, and then laughed happily.

"Uh..." The host couldn't take it anymore, and it was cold.

"Okay, okay, let's not tell a joke, it's very simple, what can I say about a person like Cooper?"'Big A'suddenly became very serious, "According to the unequivocal report, his parents are in (University of California Los Angeles) work, a child who has lived well since he was a child, wears a flower headscarf and dared to sing gangster rap on behalf of the'streetman', don't you think it is ironic? It's like...just like margarine is not real butter To put it simply, he is a fake."

"But according to the news, it seems that'Big E'embezzles Cooper's money has a real hammer." The host Zhiqu stood on the opposite side, "Cooper wrote half of the best-selling album, but only received a small part of the revenue... …"

"What can a child from such a middle-class family turn his face for? Money."

'Big A'expressed disdain, "Cooper is a typical commercial singer. His purpose is to make money. His departure is a good thing for NWA. The remaining talents are real brothers, pure gangster music, dare to shout With a note..."

"Okay, let's talk about NWA gossip here for the time being, let's enter an advertisement." The host quickly interrupted the'Big A'cheer. The song that NWA cursed the police officer is a taboo on many radio programs. He But I don't want my work to be lost.

Radio studio.

"You scared me to death. I will wait a little longer, otherwise I won't send you an announcement." Taking advantage of the advertising time, the host warned the'Big A'.

"My fault."

'Big A'admits that he came to record the show to spend money to eat, "What is the content of the next section."

"Little Lori hits songs on the new album."

The host took out the cassette box and handed it to the'Big A', "I will say more good things later, you know." He knocked on the box.

"I have never heard of Lori."

'Big A'took the cassette box and found the logo of Lao Qiao Music on the cover. He remembered, "Old Qiao is still pushing this girly gun?" He opened the box, took out a small wad of rice knives and counted it. Tucked it into his trouser pocket, "He is really willing to pay for it. What count will he give you?"

"The countdown to the end of the advertisement, 10, 9..." The radio staff's prompt sound came through the earphones.

"Same as you." The host was worried, and reminded again, "Stop talking nonsense."

"Don't worry."'Big A'patted his pocket, "I'm good at doing things with money."

"Okay, welcome back, next is a new song from Lowry II, Thrift Shop!" The host began to praise professionally, "Lori this newcomer's work has been promoted not long ago, Chicago Music The critics gave a high evaluation and agreed that his future is very promising. The first album of the same name will soon be registered in major audio-visual stores. Audiences who want to start can pay attention to..."

The rhythmic drums and saxophone sounded, and the host shut up in due course.

The song of more than three minutes was soon finished.

"'Big A', give some advice.

"I fucking blow it up!"

'Big A'started to hi again.

The time was just right, and when he arrived at the school, Connie stopped the car, "Will you be a big man?" He turned around and asked Song Ya.

"Why do you ask?" Song Ya only woke up.

"Your song is very highly rated on the radio." Connie replied.

"That's not my song, it's Little Lori's song." Song Ya corrected Connie, "I reminded you, in school, don't associate me with this song in any way, I just want to have a peace Quiet learning environment. And don't believe a word of the radio DJ, they all take money to do things."

"But..." Connie tilted her head and thought, feeling a pity, "My poor brother, if you let those girls know that you wrote a song for Little Lori, believe me, you can say goodbye to being single right away."

"What's so pitiful about being single, I'm only fifteen years old, it's a great time for studying..."

Song Ya flung off his schoolbag and strode into class.

This high school also has a good side. For example, no one cares after a ten-and-a-half month absence. The teacher takes his class on his own, and there will be no such kind of students who pretend to ask if something has happened at home. Song Ya continues to be there. His little transparency again put his energy on his studies.

Following the mathematics progress, he made up for English and speech, and then in the orchestra rehearsal class, he successfully regained the lead of the orchestra's trumpet player through a trumpet playing.Some time ago, I participated in high-intensity recording, and the talented musicians that Old Qiao recruited to record in the second-hand store, every day, the original musical sense of this body is almost restored.

There was only one sports boss left, Song Ya also began to consciously strengthen physical exercise.

Indulging in studies and not knowing the sun and the moon, the world has quietly passed a week...

This weekend, Tony went home for the first time following a small Lorraine run in Illinois.

"The sales are good. The store is urging to replenish the goods for the first five thousand copies. The cassette has been printed for ten thousand. Old Joe has also begun to contact the CD factory." Tony is very excited. Life was pretty good, wearing a black suit with sunglasses, "Yesterday we played in an underground nightclub opposite to Old Joe Music, the girls were pretty crazy, if it wasn't for me and the'silencer'..." He opened his arms. , Making the iconic interception action of the star bodyguard, "Little Lowry almost couldn't get out."

"Ahem." Song Yachao, who was cooking, reminded Tony to pay attention to the feelings of others.

Al has been eating and drinking at his house until now, and has not gone to the restaurant to work. If it weren't for some cooking skills, Aunt Susie would want to drive people away.

"How do you say? Al, go back with me, we will run out of Illinois for the next step, and the manpower is tight." Tony came with a task, "Pablo asked me to tell you something, he or you Your agent will take care of you."

"He is afraid that I will talk nonsense and ruin Little Lori's good future, right?"

Al clinked the pot and replied silently, "I should have my share of everything."

"Don't you still have a copy now?" Tony was unhappy. "You have to face reality."

"The reality is that I was kicked out like a dog."

"Uh... Al." Song Ya decided to fool this guy away. It was too sad to play games every day until late at night, affecting his learning state, "Don't be stupid again, you have to know that the little singer is actually from The share that can be obtained in record sales is quite small. The bulk of it is the future performance compensation, concert income, appearance fees and so on. You only need to go back, as long as your voice is still on the little Lori album, and you will have to perform on stage. It’s a shame to give up like you, and you have a share in those incomes."

"It should have been a big portion." Al was still struggling with this.

"What the fuck are you talking about now?" Tony couldn't help but explode.

"A small portion is a lot of money." Song Ya persuaded.

Al stopped talking, dropped the pan, went upstairs and closed the door.

"This guy! I really think of this as my own home, right?" Tony was helpless.

Al did not go back with Tony after all.

At night, Song Ya faintly heard someone crying in his sleep. He got up and stretched out his head to look down the bunk. Al was holding the quilt, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it..." His tears slipped, "I am Nger grew up in Nancheng, I can’t stand these guys who are full of business and lies. I can’t stand the thought of going back and pretending to be a okay person and getting along with them... I’m afraid one day I’ll take a gun and destroy them all. It's..."