Chicago 1990

After running down in the second week in the south, Song Ya and the client quickly pinpointed their positions. His I feel it coming is suitable for the slow-rolling bar. The men and women are close together. With the hint of this song The little love song slightly swings the body, enters emotions, and then...

Then Song Yahe couldn't control the store, anyway, the wine can sell a lot more, and win-win.

After Song Ya went to the backstage and got the cash, he left. Sometimes he could catch up to three games in one night. The salary for a single game was between two thousand and five thousand dollars. He knew why Lori would come back in two months. The singer's money is really good for someone who can buy a car and a house.

Occasionally, it’s not the merchants who relied on the accounts, but the intermediary who matched the transaction. Because cash transactions rely on verbal agreements, some local brokers who only do your business will turn their faces and refuse to acknowledge the accounts afterwards, for example, they get them from the merchant. When it reaches five thousand dollars, then he will only take two thousand or even one thousand dollars to send Song Ya.

They are very knowledgeable, and there are some local forces. They know that your singer is on schedule, makes money, and doesn't want to take risks. They will never waste time and cost on a local thorn.They are also very good at picking targets. Song Ya, a combination of a mixed race with a black man and three honest whites, will not bully the white or bully. If you change to a rock band with a large number of adults and impulsive and irritable, or the little Lori The kind of black singers who have a Mexican descent agent before and after, they will weigh carefully.

"FXXX! If I had a gun..."

Coming out of a humiliated nightclub in Miami, Al yelled, "Absolutely shoot that Nger!"

After talking about three thousand and five, it became one thousand. Song Ya was unhappy, but he didn't intend to entangle him. He looked at his watch and said, "Don't talk about guns, we don't have guns!" He divided the money in his hand. For two, it doesn't matter if there are two more or two less, and they are thrown to Al and Dile, "That's it, we have to catch a plane back to Chicago."

There are two other events waiting for him in Chicago. One is the affirmative organization New Year party invited by Michelle. He promised to sing a song, and the other is the Appreciation Dinner of Congressman Underwood. That guy has been elected as a federal member. Calling yourself to go, I guess I can't escape singing the last time.

During this trip to the South, he received $150,000 in a week. In addition to the $50,000 in pieces, Columbia Records also got him the opportunity to perform at the New Year's Eve party in Atlanta. The party was sponsored by the local wealthy Coca-Cola Company and sang for four minutes. The remuneration is 200,000 dollars, and the account is divided between five and five with the performing arts company under Columbia Records.

Later, when he became famous, his worth would have to rise. Song Ya still had an apocalyptic song "Remember The Name" in his hand, and he didn't panic at all.

The three of them dragged their musical instrument boxes in their hands wearily, and walked to the side of the road to call for a taxi. A small van across the street suddenly started, and then turned around with a beautiful flick. Accompanied by the harsh tire noise, the car Stopped in front of the three.

"Hey! Nger! I just saw the money in your hands, take it out, take it out!"

The car door opened, and the two Hispanics in the posture and the passenger seat were holding pistols, and the black-hole muzzle pointed straight at the three.

"Quick! Quick!" They looked around nervously, the streets of Miami were still busy in the early hours of the morning, "I count to three, and shoot if I don't give it! One!"

"FXXX!" Al cursed, "you Mexicans!"

"Fuck you Mexicans, we are Cubans!"

"Hey! Don't tell them this! Give me the money! Quick! Two!" The guy in the driver's seat pulled the gun.

"Give it to them." What can Song Ya say, continue to admit it.

After all, Al hadn't been able to dare to resist under the guns of the Cubans, and threw the rice knife he had just received.

"You babe! Don't play tricks!" After the other party got Dile's money,

"FXXX!" Song Ya had to untie the big thick gold chain that Lao Qiao gave. He usually doesn't wear this thing at all, but only uses it when he wants to be forced. He just left the nightclub before he had time to take it off. It looks like today Going to leave him.

"FXXXYOU! Hurry up!" The other party got the gold chain that Song Ya had thrown away, and when he stepped on the accelerator, the car suddenly turned off.

This...it's a bit embarrassing. The guy in the driver's seat turns the key crazily to fire, and the broken car keeps roaring.

"FXXX! Why don't you Cubans get out of Amerika!" Al cursed.

"We are here as a silly X requested by the U.S. government!" The guy in the passenger seat had nothing to do anyway, hanging his elbows on the window and hanging his guns outside the car. "You Ngers who were caught should roll back. Africa."

"go away!"

"go away!"

"..."

After fighting on both sides for two or three minutes, the car finally started and drove away, "Don't let me catch it in the future!" Al was bashing the smoky car butt loudly.

The Cuban stuck his head out of the car window and pointed his middle finger to this side.

"Really, if I brought a gun." Al cursed and turned his head, seeing Song Ya and Dile sitting on the side of the road with a musical instrument box as stools, "What are you doing?"

"You are not afraid of them shooting." Dile stood up and continued to beckon for a taxi from the street.

As a white man, he came forward, and the probability of a taxi stopping was twice as high as Al.

"They dare not." Al stepped up and lifted the box.

The three of them didn't bother to call the police, not to mention that they couldn't expect to solve the case, and it was not embarrassing enough to spread it out.

At the airport, he met Hayden and Columbia Records and hurried back to Chicago.

"Well……"

Finally lying on the soft sofa at home, Song Ya took a sip comfortably after receiving Emily's coffee.

In 1990, words passed on the road...

He picked up the Rolling Stone magazine on the table and turned to the part related to him. The famous Philadelphia DJ and music critic Philby, who almost had a fight with Joe before, wrote a short commentary in the magazine. .

'To be honest, when I heard I feel it coming for the first time, I sneered. Although the electronic music is very innovative, APLUS sang it too MJ, so this song can get the first place on the billboard charts. The results of the fifteenth week and the eleventh week of the following week surprised me.But after thinking about it, maybe the market has been waiting for MJ’s new song for too long. His last album "BAD" was released in 1987. Looking at it this way, listening to I feel it coming now is a new song in MJ. Talk before the exclusive sale as a way to quench your thirst.'

"This guy, he can't talk if he doesn't have a yin and yang, can he?"

Song Ya picked up another North American Billboard annual chart. In 1990, the Billboard Singles Chart was No. 1 (non-sales),'hold on', a combination of the Wilson sisters and Phillips from SBK.No. 1 on the Billboard Album Sales Chart,'? Rhythm 1814', from Jenny Jackson.

The second-hand store was ranked 72nd on the singles chart and was overwhelmed by a large number of singles whose sales were not as good as its sales.

To De Klerk, on the contrary, it happened to be in the top fifty and ranked fiftyth.