Chicago 1990

Fxxk tha police!

The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,

whitebread, chickenshit m-fxxka.

Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.

I want justice! I want justice!

fxxk you!you m-fxxkaaaa!

The big brother A drove his brown Chevrolet malibu in the lead. The deafening gang rap music broke the roof of the car, and even the cab of the car behind could hear it clearly.

"It's this song again, how much do they love this song?"

Dile in the car behind rolled up the window and complained to the middle-aged white driver who was driving next to him, "Although this song is good, I can't listen to it all the time... it has been for many years."

"Then listen to this."

The other party smiled, and took out a Debbie Gibson's 1987 album Out Of The Blue from his jacket pocket, and kissed the American sweetheart on the cover before putting it into the cassette player, "I saw it in the morning You rappers, none of you dared to take her out."

"She?" Dile stroked his cheeks and looked at the other person, then moved his gaze out of the car window and was silent.

An antenna is tied to the roof of the RV behind them, and it is shaking constantly as the car moves, "Hey, ladies and gentlemen, this is the big A! It’s been a long time since I met you so early, guess I’m now Where? Haha, I can’t guess, I’m on the road to Milwaukee..."

In the RV, Big A has set up the mobile radio station. He and the NAS are sitting in front of the radio station with headphones on. He speaks loudly and fast, "Then you will ask again, what am I doing in Milwaukee? Haha, nothing. In particular, I am with my brother APLUS. We will travel to four states to promote his single Remember The Name. What? Why does he bring me? Because he can't do anything without me, haha! Me There is such a hanging. Next to me is the brother I just met, NAS from Queens, New York, great kid, NAS, say hello to everyone..."

"Yo..." NAS snorted into the microphone.

"NAS, how did you meet APLUS?"

"Uh……"

"Don't be cautious, brother, here I have the final say, what you want to say will be done, I will not even give APLUS face when I am in a hurry, you may not know, I am more'senior (gang qualification)' than him, you know I mean? Don’t be afraid of him, I’m serious, sometimes that kid is nice, sometimes just a shxt. Speaking of this, my temper comes up again, he is just shxt! is shxt! is shxt... …"

In the cab of the third car, Song Ya sits in the back seat of the F150 double-row seat, listening to the words of Big A on the radio, her face is expressionless, Fergie next to him is almost laughing, pointing to Song Yaxue Big A’s black accent. , "Is shxt~"

Al in the passenger seat reached out and beat the car horn button twice,'Beep!beep!'The car made two loud beeps.

"Have you heard, APLUS is playing the horn, I, big A, not afraid!"

Three cars were speeding on the highway, and the sun was rising from the ground. It was only about 150 kilometers from Chicago to Milwaukee, and reached the destination in just over an hour.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, we have come to the first stop of the publicity, Milwaukee, and now I hand it over to the NAS brothers, NAS,

Big A opened the door of the RV, and saw Song Yazheng, Dila and Al staring at him coldly with their hands in their arms, "Program effects, program effects! Just kidding, everything is for program effects, don't worry about APLUS... …"

There are many parking spaces in the city for large RVs. This is a small gas station. Song Ya's three people changed to the Chevrolet car of Big A, Big A drove, and four people drove into a radio building in the city, and Sony Columbia Records advertised there. The person in charge meets.

"In the morning, we only had interviews with this radio station. In the afternoon, we went to the local TV station to record a show. Then we went to the home stadium of the Milwaukee Brewers baseball team in the evening. We performed Remember The Name before the game, and then sang the national anthem.

Columbia Records has ample publicity resources in big cities, and there is basically no chance to rest in a day.

"National anthem?" Song Ya was a little surprised, "Can you not sing this? The national anthem of the United States is violent and difficult to sing. I haven't practiced before, and I will definitely get embarrassed."

"What should I do? Remember The Name is gaining momentum right now. You are in the critical period of improving your status. It is a rare opportunity to go to you. It is the same for you and for the stadium operators. The singers are in the past. Use it."

The person in charge of propaganda explained embarrassingly.

"Why don't Fergie come to the national anthem, she used to sing adult lyric... and she was also a child star." Song Ya suggested.

"No one knows the California child star... Forget it, all right, it's better than your embarrassment."

The person in charge of propaganda called.

Song Ya also called Fergie and asked her to start practicing immediately. Fergie was very excited about the news, "Will the Brewers? Will it be broadcast live on TV? YES! No problem. I used to be in charge of the middle school in California. Sing the national anthem."

"The best, you practice more, but pay attention to protect your throat, after all, it is now in the transition period." Song Ya reminded her.

"Thank you, boss, how can I repay you? Hmm...or at night, the new posture is fine."

"Hey, practice yours first."

Song Ya hung up the phone, went to visit the radio DJ with Da A and others, and then accepted local radio interviews with Dile and Al. The people were very mixed, and Al was too straightforward, but Dile was good at this aspect. The burden of the interview was reduced a lot, and the overall atmosphere of the interview was good.

Big A took money outside to get a black staff member with good local connections. Several people took advantage of the time to let the black man lead the way, and went to several small and medium-sized black radio stations, using the rice knife in the CD. Open the road, basically no disadvantage.

In the afternoon, after the TV show was recorded, in the evening, a few people met with Fergie and others who came by taxi at the Brewers' home court.

In the second live performance, the three of them performed more calmly. After singing smoothly, Fergie also won the American national anthem under the eyes of the public.

After the host’s introduction, Song Ya took the baseball handed over by the manager of the stadium, and calmly walked to the pitcher’s hill, and waved to the audience first, because the hot performance was warming up, the audience had a good impression of him and applauded. Response.

"call……"

Most people in the United States have played baseball when they were children. Of course, the original owner of this body is the same. He closed his eyes and remembered, then opened his eyes and stood still. How to throw the ball in a standard motion.

The direction was right, and the power was not used properly. The white baseball flickered above the catcher's head. It was an absolute bad ball, but the opponent was professional, and he didn't move his body, so he could easily catch it just by raising his hand.

The applause of the audience sounded instantly along with the whistle. For the stars, no one would ask too much.

After finishing the task here, a few people immediately rushed to the local nightclub, rushing to two games in one night.

Song Ya’s momentum is different this time. Big A and his younger brother set the road first, and then NAS and Dilleair surrounded him. Fergie put on a baseball cap and put up his collar and followed behind him in a low-key manner. Mighty get out of the car and rush into the back door of the nightclub, no one dared to mess with it.

Big A is fat and bluffing. It’s easy to be seen as a good person, but NAS is different. This guy doesn’t look like a good person. He always keeps his head down and looks around in a nightclub because of his eyes. The large white eyes that were turned upside down were matched with the dark skin, looking like a wolf looking only for prey in the dim nightclub environment. Those intermediaries who wanted Black Songya's acupuncture had to weigh carefully.

Two songs a night, income of 10,000 dollars, cash, Song Ya divided it up on the spot, everyone has a different amount, and a few people also poured free drinks.During the period, I encountered a local boy who didn't have long eyes rushing to the stage to try to provoke the battle. Song Ya immediately curled his lips and shook his fingers, making an expression that you are not worthy, and let the'brother' NAS take the stage to deal with.As soon as NAS talked and cursed with an explosive sense of rhythm, he directly slammed the other party on the stage in a daze. The nightclub audience gloated at him and ridiculed him. Even if the kid had a thick skin, he was not nearly as close as Lori did. Crying on the spot.

Finally, the group of people returned to the RV drunk, and the two rested drivers started the car in the dark and drove to the next city.

'Crack, click.'

Inside the bright caravan, the flashes of the camera in Song Ya's hand sounded one after another. Fergie lay on the opposite side while posing with various poses while playing with the trumpet he brought out.

"Don't shoot." She chuckled as she blocked the camera with her white toes.

"Are you happy today?" Song Ya asked.

"Well, I used to use a fake driver's license to enter the nightclub, and every time I was driven out by the security guards, the queues a few hours beforehand were all for nothing..."

Fergie is at the age when she likes to play. Just now everything she saw in the nightclub was fresh. She wanted to try any wine. She drank a lot. "By the way, boss, are you not the chief trumpeter at school? Why are there almost nothing in the song? Few elements of trumpet?"

"Really? I didn't pay attention to it myself." Song Ya took out the filmed negatives and put them away carefully.

"Yeah, I'm a professional..." Fergie crawled to Song Ya and leaned on his chest. Both of them forgot the agreement to unlock the new posture, and fell asleep as they chatted.

"Da da, da da da da, da da..."

Without a dream, Song Ya was sleeping soundly, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of a trumpet in her ear. When she opened her eyes, the sunlight from outside the car had come in. Fergie was holding the trumpet to her ears and smirked like an elf.

"You little fairy." Song Ya pulled her into her arms, venting her breath of getting up.

Every time that you get undressed

I hear symphonies in my head

I wrote this song just looking at you oh, oh

Yet the drums they swing low

And the trumpets they go

Da da

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