Chicago 1990

"Give my life a little more Monica, and a little Erica by my side. I need a little Rita..."

The Los Angeles show was held on time. Without the gimmick of beautiful women falling from the sky, the rest was the same. Song Ya twisted her waist and shot all over her. After the female dancer jumped to her side, she hugged each other and performed a retro cha-cha dance. The atmosphere is very high.

"Mambo no. 5!"

After singing the last sentence,'hey!'The other dancers responded loudly, and he froze with everyone on the stage at the same time, panting and enjoying the whistle, scream and applause of the audience.

"Thank you, I love you, I love la!"

When the mood at the scene subsided a little, the dancers and musicians quickly exited, taking advantage of the preparation time for the next song performance, he wiped his sweat and drank water.

Yu Guang scanned a short black girl on the side of the stage, it was Shakira, who was hiding behind the curtain and applauding to herself, smiling like a flower.

Hehe, blinked quickly and concealedly in response to the forest, tens of thousands of people watched, the next song is about to start again, is earned it.

While singing this song, he raised his head several times and looked over his head to confirm that the sling device had been removed, and his hands kept touching the wireless transmitter on the back waist to confirm that the connection with the ear back was normal.

"Look at the audience aplus and concentrate." The director reminded in his ears.

"I feel that this song is about to become a knot. Or cancel it and change to a substitute." After more than two hours of concert, Song Ya was crowded to the lounge.

"Yes, we will discuss it when we hold the review meeting," the director replied.

"Is it so urgent?" Song Ya asked, "My wife is holding a party at home, so please go there and relax later. The meeting can be held tomorrow."

"No, everyone is waiting for the holiday." The director laughed.

"Oh." Song Ya reacted. The Christmas holiday is almost coming. The fourth tour will be on the last night of the Christmas holiday. There will probably be ten days of free time. "Also, our spirits are too tight recently. Take a vacation."

"Hi, Shakira, I have returned to the United States, ah, don't you give me notice?"

He walked into the lounge, smiled and prepared to embrace the Latin girl who opened his arms to meet up, "Ah, wait..." Suddenly remembering something, he backed away and hugged, and took off the sweat-soaked performance clothes. Throw it to Taraji, "I'll go ahead and wait for me, and it will be done right away. Hello, Mr. Estefan."

Her agent also came, Song Ya shook hands with him.

"Your concert was great," Shakira said.

"Of course." Song Ya gave Taraji a wink and asked her to follow up in the bathroom. "Gordon said that bet will take action on the evening news. How is the situation?"

"The feature report seems to be held down by Johnson again, it was revealed by Gordon's old relationship." Taraji replied.

"It's a bit abnormal. Estefan has already asked me to help Motula once, and this time it's suddenly..." Song Yatuo walked into the shower room naked, "Use your ingenuity and go out. Try it out."

"Ok." Taraji helped him get ready for a change of clothes and turned to go out.

What's wrong with bet?Obviously, Daniel told himself yesterday that the meeting with Stringer went smoothly and that it would be interesting to keep his position. Song Ya was thinking about it as he went. This delay may be getting closer and closer to Christmas...

I changed into clean and comfortable clothes and went out. This time I finally had a big hug with the girl. However, the rest room was crowded with staff members walking around. Estefan was here again, so it was only It's only courtesy.

"You heard that you are getting more and more popular in South America."

Taraji quietly nodded to himself, Song Ya understood, sat down and started teasing Shakira, "Red is back to the United States."

"I don’t have your ai se eu te pego red. Now the streets and alleys are listening to this." Shakira replied rather curiously, "If you are holding a concert over there now, the stadium can pack 100,000 people, just To hear you sing this saliva song."

"Wow, it's true... I sold out only 10,000 tickets for the Los Angeles show."

Song Ya chatted with her.

"Uh, aplus, is it convenient?" Estefan couldn't wait.

"Leave for a while." Song Ya ordered.

All the staff put aside their business and left silently.

"Aplus, will you renew your contract?" Estefan asked directly this time, "I mean your a+ record and Sony Columbia's distribution contract. Will it expire in early 1997?"

"It's too early to talk about this..."

Song Ya hadn’t answered a complete sentence, Estefan probably didn’t expect him to speak in depth, and immediately said: “I’ve been a messenger for your disagreement with Sony. There is still no consensus within, and Shakira’s singing career cannot withstand this uncertainty, so it is convenient for you to put the a+ record in Miss Shakira’s..."

"That 20% singer appointment?" Song Ya understood the other party's intentions, and looked at Shakira, "I'm fine, I respect her own opinion. Originally, this singer appointment was just a friend's help. Take care of it."

It is impossible for Shakira to know in advance the purpose of the agent bringing her here. She switched to Spanish and chatted with Estefan. As she spoke, she began to increase her speech excitedly. The two argued like machine guns. Some.

"Is it convenient to resell the singer's appointment to my friends? I mean there may be only one buyer, but their bid will not hurt you aplus, I promise." Estefan said.

"Do you agree?" Song Ya asked Shakira.

"Well, thank you aplus." Shakira replied calmly.

"Then I'm fine, let your friends talk to Linda, Mr. Estefan." Song Ya stretched out his hand very angrily, "Thank you for your willingness to inform me in advance so frankly and honestly. I know I caused you. Some trouble."

"You are too polite." Estefan shook his hand. "Shakira, let's go."

"Oh."

Shakira reluctantly hugged the man again, "Goodbye, take care of yourself."

"Should I tell you this? Little lord." Song Ya scratched her nose.

"Hey! You are only three years older than me!" Shakira protested, then cursed another swear word in Spanish, and then left behind Estefan.

"Bye." She turned back at the door, and said goodbye again, somewhat disappointed.

"worship."

Song Ya waited until the lounge door was closed, "shxt!" hurriedly called Daniel, "You said your meeting with Stringer went smoothly? Why do I feel otherwise? Now everyone’s reaction is very strange, bet, and Stefan. Not good, we are in a bad situation Daniel."

"Uh, aplus, I just finished the meeting with the vice president of legal affairs of Sony Beimi. I feel... I feel that maybe it is not a bad choice for me to decently leave the position of president of Sony Columbia Records." Daniel replied hesitantly.

"Wtf? What did you talk about?"

Song Ya laughed angrily, "I am under pressure now, and you have done almost nothing. Didn't you say you convinced Stringer?"

"I don't know whether Stringer has officially joined the company now. Maybe he just wants to talk to me first. Sony has collected some evidence, very strong evidence, some financial problems aplus."

Daniel replied: "It is too risky to stick to it. If Sony announces that I will be fired and filed a lawsuit after Christmas, my career will be over. I can leave now and retain a decent result."

"What about def jam records?" Song Ya asked.

"No, in other respects, it has nothing to do with you." Daniel replied: "Don't worry aplus, they won't do anything to you even if I leave. Is it any good for them to make a couple of popular singers? Don’t you feel that you have done so many things against them during this period, and Sony is still careful not to touch any of your problems? No one will have trouble with money."

"Fxxkyou Daniel, you didn't say that before. You take everything I do for you as air?" Song Ya scolded him, "What benefit did Sony give you? They overweight, right? You bastard!?"

"I can't blame me for this, maybe you should have taken charge of your wife, and your own..."

Daniel retorted, "Okay, it doesn't make any sense to shirk each other's responsibilities. I will come to see you tomorrow and we will have a chat in person."