Chicago 1990

In the last few days of 1990, Song Ya was busy flying, going back and forth in the South Pacific, meeting around in New York, partying in Chicago, watching football speculation, and after getting the fourth apocalypse song, he shut himself in the Hilton suite again, and concentrated. Changed the lyrics.

This rap song obtained by Jordan is full of various names, some are the singer’s band and singer names, such as Fort Minor, Mike·shinoda, Tak, RYU, etc., some are Unknown source, such as S.DOT, such as Crystal Method band, such as some unheard song titles.

Song Ya intends to apply these names to people around him. The lead singer Mike Xintian naturally replaced it with his own APLUS. It just so happened that Mike Xintian’s appearance and name seemed to be an Asian mixed race. Of course, Song Ya thought he was better than him. Much more handsome.

For the part of the white singer RYU, Song Ya is going to let Di Lai sing. This guy lost his girlfriend who has shared the joys and sorrows for many years because of his party. He is very miserable. Now he is falling into a period of self-blame without controlling his lower body. , Just to give him some sweet encouragement.

The part of the black singer Tak naturally belongs to Al. This loyal follower is not like Dile who can get an A+ audio position salary. Currently, he only lives on the cash that Song Ya occasionally throws to him. Now it is time to give it to him. He returned something.

Other parts of the lyrics have to be revised, he is considering, it is best to hook up with Jordan, after all, he is the key person to get the apocalypse.

"APLUS! The recording of yesterday's game, see?" Al knocked on the door outside.

"Of course." He stopped writing temporarily and walked to the living room of the suite.

Hayden and Columbia Records's publicity director, Tony, and the'silencer' were all there, while Dile was leaning on the window sill, staring dullly into the distance.

"Hey! Dile! Don't do that, I have to go to the opposite side of Old Joe Records to perform at night, you have to cheer up, don't mess up with me!"

Song Ya quickly urged him.

"Oh." He didn't even move.

Song Ya can only throw out the reward first, "I watched the game yesterday and conceived a rap song. We will sing it together and put it in my album. If you do this again, you won’t have your share. ."

This time Dile moved, and he turned to look over.

"My good brother, do you have my share?" Tony rushed over.

"How about appearing in the MV for you?" Song Ya pushed him away and glanced at Al, who looked at her pitifully, "For Al's part, just the three of us."

"Thanks...cough, thank you, APLUS." Al choked.

"You deserve it, Al." Tony hugged him, "I know, you should have been famous with Lori. We owe you."

"Yeah!"'Muffler' agreed.

"I don't owe him, hello!" Song Ya groaned inwardly.

"Al, you can also find an agent. If you sing in the chorus, some money will be involved." He said to Al.

"I just listen to you." Al was still so straightforward.

This time it was Hayden’s turn to look over eagerly. Song Yazhuang didn’t see it. After the Chinese New Year, it was only more than three months before the expiration of the contract with Hayden. He did not intend to be merciful in the contract renewal negotiations. Since I got on the line of Mira, the service has become less and less in place, and my butt is often not on my side.

"Well, it's not in a hurry now, I'll talk about it when the time comes." Song Ya put the matter aside first, and focused on the replay of yesterday's game.

Tony and'Muffler' both tacitly did not invite a song for Lori. They also knew that Song Ya's relationship with each other was not very good. As Lori's follower and Song Ya's brother, they had no choice but not to intervene.

"I saw you!" Tony yelled.

Not long after the opening,

"You are very photogenic my brother!" Tony couldn't stop his mouth.

"Hehe, it's a bit like a mix of Denzel Washington and John Long." said the head of publicity at Columbia Records.

"Who is Zun Long?" Denzel Washington Song Ya knew, but he really didn't know who Zun Long was.

"The protagonist of the last emperor, won nine awards including the best film and best director of the 60th Oscar in 1988."

"Wow……"

Song Ya complained about the'silencer', "Why do you never rent this kind of movie? Always show me the plumber."

'Muffler' didn't reply, just laughed wretchedly.

When the game officially started and the picture cut to the direction of the broadcast station, Song Ya had no chance to show his face. The person in charge of publicity fast-forwarded the video. It was not until the intermission that Song Ya appeared on the TV screen again.

NBC (National Broadcasting Corporation of the United States) two hosts were talking about the celebrity audience in the VIP seats. They recognized one by one and went to Song Ya, "Who is this boy? Do you know?" "No." Simple Two sentences of dialogue have been taken.

The person in charge of propaganda shut down the video recording agency, "This is the result of our public relations, at least it can arouse some people's interest in you."

"Fine."

Song Ya feels that Columbia Records has done her best. You must know that this is the first year that NBC has just taken the broadcasting rights from CBS (CBS).

At six o'clock in the afternoon, on the MTV channel, the MV for I feel it coming began to air.

After watching the MV for more than four minutes, "Is this girl the one you brought to the party that day? It's so spicy!" Tony patted his forehead, "Is it the same girl who was in the New York hotel last time?"

Both the head of publicity and Hayden's eyes focused on Song Ya.

"Sometimes I really want to tear your mouth apart, Tony." Song Ya said through gritted teeth.

But today can't do without Tony. In the first live performance in an underground nightclub, Song Ya can't live without relying on Dile and Al.

At nine o'clock, everyone drove to Lao Qiao Music, but Hayden and the propaganda officer did not let them follow.

It was Carl who kept the door, but this time, his fierce face showed some embarrassment, "It's not very convenient today, there is a quarrel above." He stood in the door and said.

"Who is arguing with whom?" Tony asked.

Everyone has heard the RAP accent that is unique to black women. The voice is uploaded from the building, and the words such as rolling, falling throat, and taking drugs can be heard clearly.

"1, 2, 3, 4..." Carl broke the finger of his left hand.

"1, 2, 3..." Then he retracted a finger, "1." His right hand extended a finger.

It seemed that the four aunts had infighted, and Song Ya always slipped in case of poison. "Then we won't go up, Tony, go straight to the underground nightclub." He fisted Carl: "Take me to Hello, Old Joe."

Carl nodded and closed the door.

Everyone walked around to the back door of the underground nightclub opposite. Big A was smoking and bragging at the door.

"Why did you come so early?" He led Song Ya in, "It was your turn at ten, APLUS."

"It's okay, is it safe today?"

Song Ya entered this nightclub for the first time, except for the broken walls, the mottled walls, random graffiti, dim lighting, and even no professional dance floor. It was just a normal basement structure. A small stage was located in the middle of the front. There are still several load-bearing pillars in the crowded space, making it impossible to see the stage at some angles behind the pillars.There is a serious imbalance in the ratio of males to females, and most of them are young black men.

This is actually not a nightclub, it can only be regarded as an old-style dance hall, because it is impossible to obtain a license from the municipal government to sell alcohol, but no one in this impossible place in Nancheng will follow the government’s order. Song Ya noticed that many people have There is no need to mention the smell of leaves in the paper cup of beer, and the colorful little'sugar balls' openly taken out of the arms and licked into the mouth.

But Song Ya couldn't escape this time.

"There is nothing safe and secure here." Big A said, pointing to the load-bearing column closest to the stage, "Did you see that column? Don't mess with the people leaning on it, that's the only rule here."

Song Ya looked intently and saw that Kenneth, the hell bobcat, was lazily leaning against the pillar. Indeed, there was the best view towards the stage, the closest to the back door, but from the front door, it happened to be in the blind spot. It can be described as advancing or retreating.

"YO! APLUS!"

The boss also saw Song Ya, he waved, Song Ya had to go over.

The big man pulled him into his arms and patted his back, "Child, thank you for the money you made for Old Joe Music, and I haven't forgotten it after he became famous."

"Of course, I came from Nancheng." Song Ya quickly showed loyalty.

"Go ahead and show off on stage."

The big guy is the big guy. He has no complaints about Song Ya's rejection of Lao Qiao's last time, and he points to the stage.

Tony took Dile and they had moved the equipment in and set up.

Big A jumped onto the stage, picked up the microphone, "Everybody!" The boxing host's rough voice was learned by him.

After attracting people's attention in the venue, "Second-hand shop!" He raised a hand and pointed to GD's gang gesture.

The crowd responded with'HO', and the atmosphere of the venue began to become enthusiastic.

"To De Klerk!"

'HOOOOOO!' chanted again.

"The songwriter!"

'HOOOOOOO!'

"APLUS!" Big A pointed at Song Ya, who jumped onto the stage.

"Bring us a song I feel it coming!"

'HOOOOOOOOOO!'

Song Ya took the microphone from his hand and sang in front of the crowd for the first time. His heart was beating. Looking at the crowded Ngers below, he was more nervous than the last time he gave a speech at school.And I've been too busy recently, but I really haven't sat down and fully prepared, and I feel even more nervous when I think of this.

"Don't be nervous, I'll play the version with pad sound (some passages in the accompaniment are the original vocals, usually those that are difficult to sing)." Dile said, approaching his ear from behind.

"OK." Song Ya nodded at him.

Dile went back, adjusted slightly with Al, and the prelude sounded.

Song Ya's body swayed slightly with the singing, controlling herself to enter the state, "Tell me what you really like, Baby I can take my time..."

The four-minute song was quickly finished. He was swinging his body the whole time, and he had no interaction with the audience.

Fortunately, everyone gave face, and the boss took the lead, all applauded.

Of course, don’t expect how exciting the atmosphere offstage can be with this style of song.

Suddenly, a young black man climbed up from the stage and used a microphone somehow, "YO! APLUS! You bastard! What kind of music you sing! I..."

As soon as he heard his rap, Song Ya knew that he had encountered the challenge of stunned celadon. Fortunately, he was prepared, and he would not be almost crying on stage like Lori.

Tony jumped up, hugged the man in his arms, and pulled off the stage directly.

"You disturb my brother's field!? Huh?"

The iron fists of the two former rugby players of him and the "Muffler" rained down, "You are told to disturb my brother's court, you are disturbing my brother's court."

The crowd below stepped out of a large circle to watch the excitement. They were all overjoyed. The two of them beat and cursed. It was a good beating. The boss even kicked two feet in the battle.

"call……"

Song Ya let out a long sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at Dile and Al. This first show...it was a success...

Right?