Chicago 1990

"Thank you... Oh!"

After singing a song, Song Ya hugged the accordionist who was about to leave, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said to the audience in Portuguese: "Thank you for your enthusiasm, I love you, I love!"

The audience cheered the idol even more moved.

He stopped talking, and walked leisurely on the stage to wave to the audience who was looking at him. At the same time, he rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows unhurriedly, showing the style of a US superstar who is used to big scenes.

The audience's sense of anticipation for the next song was immediately caught, a bit similar to the statue-like motionless effect of MJ's appearance on the dangerous journey tour, but the posture was more friendly and more grounded.

"This should be a big advantage of hip-hop singers. You don't need to carry too much idol baggage. No one cares about scum..."

Mira in the luxurious box thought to herself, and saw him smiling and waving to her side from afar, curled his mouth, put down the small telescope, and cast his eyes to the exclusive VIP stand area of ​​the box. FIFA Chairman Avilanger and Pele, the football king, and some senior officials of the Brazilian Football Association and Rio Municipal Government who he didn't know were all sitting there. He was mainly greeting these people.

"welcome……"

Song Ya solemnly introduced a guest singer from Brazil. He is an old man who should be well-known and respected in Rio. The audience was pleasantly surprised to push the atmosphere of the scene to a higher level. Mira noticed that Avon and Pele both began to applaud , While smiling and talking.

The Portuguese song that the two sang together by Mila can’t understand it. The style is very old and should belong to the well-known lyrical folk songs. The audience still sang in a chorus without hindrance. Mila felt that his Portuguese language level should not be high. But I sang with the old singer very carefully, and occasionally pointed the microphone at the stage and paddled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mambo No 5 is next!"

After a slightly gentle lyrical song, there was a loud announcement in the speaker. The dancers rushed to the stage with cheerful mambo. The old guest sang English with him this time. There was a female dancer who twisted the Latin dance steps tacitly.

At this time, it seemed that a front row fan suddenly went into a coma and was relayed to the stretcher by the security and the audience. There was a little disturbance. He took the initiative to maintain order in the middle of the concert, so that the fans don't squeeze forward.

"This kid will be popular all over the world."

The executives of Anschutz sitting next to them were very satisfied with the performance. Mira felt that their emotions also relaxed a lot, and began to complain about the corruption here, "According to the data I got, the tickets were only sold. More than 50,000, but there are at least 60,000 in the stadium today..."

"The ticket company here... the police station..."

"Don't, forget it..."

"The economy is not good...devaluation...new banknotes..."

"Argentina……"

The voices of several people became lower and lower as they talked, and gradually they couldn't even hear a word.

Mira stared at the man in the center of the stage, and she felt as if she was back with the accountant. On TV, I saw him winning the Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay. It was so good. Why was it so good?Such a good guy...

Which time do you have the most audience in your concert?She recalled, it seems that it has been a long time, yes, when De Klerk, who sang his lyrics and composition, just became popular, he went to the American star platter concert in his hometown in Eastern Europe. The number of people may be more than today, but the audience was there. Most of the reason is not because of themselves, but because of the rock band on the same stage.

At that time, the performance venue was a square. The atmosphere was not as oppressive as in the stadium. It was another type of fanaticism. When they sang, many young men were shirtless and fluttered their T-shirts as banners. .

Mila could hear that he was singing really well up to now, and he sang very well. Obviously he didn’t sing so well in the past, so Dile often asked Dilai to help half-opened wheat in business performances and slipped and slipped. It seems that he broke up. In the following years, I worked hard to polish singing skills.

Maybe it's been well trained by DIVA's ex-wife?

So good and so hard, it's a pity...

At most, I am only a fraction of this Huaxingui's life, or even a tenth.

I don’t know the next album after I return to him...

She was thinking wildly, her heart ups and downs.

At this time, Fergie and three gang hip hop singers are on stage, and the next step should be to perform two songs "I Gotta Feeling"Where Is The Love".

In the binoculars, Fergie's bitch walked to the edge of the stage bitterly, turned around, and shook the low-waist hot pants small motor to the audience.

The ex-boyfriend also leaned in, and twisted together with Fergie. The range is more exaggerated, more powerful, and even better looking and more charming, isn't there a word?When a man screams, there is nothing wrong with a woman. The two have gained countless screams and whistles one after another.

Mira frowned, got up and walked to the cold dining table in the box, poured herself a glass of champagne, and took out the cigarette case from her bag, "Thank you." Latin American men are the most enthusiastic about the opposite sex, and they just dangled their cigarettes. There was a'ding' in her mouth immediately, and the flame of the kerosene lighter was politely brought to her mouth. She smiled at the other party and leaned forward to light it.

It seemed like an assistant beside Aweng, who helped to light the cigarette and complimented him in fluent English: "You are beautiful today, Miss Jovovich."

"Thank you."

Mila looked down at her big white V-neck evening gown, specially prepared to meet him.

Just chatting casually with strangers to pass the time, "I remember you attended the birthday party of the former leader?" the other party asked suddenly.

"Yes, just... to sing." She replied.

"I understand." The other party smiled: "Then you know the government officials over there, your father... I'm sorry I took the liberty to mention him. I remember Mr. Jovovich has a very good network there."

Even the South Americans knew about the scandal at home, "That's it." She looked around, but it was a pity that Escobe had returned to the U.S. The ex-boyfriend's people should be in the background, no one in the box knew anyone, and there was no excuse to get out .

"Sports officials from Da Mao and Er Mao? Especially from the Football Association? The former country can do it, do you know anyone?"

"Should... have it."

Mira recalled her naive, flashy, glorious and short-lived social circle of celebrities, "But you know, the officials over there are always doing it soon."

"Haha, I understand." The other side smiled and nodded.

There was a match and not a match. She only learned from the other party that her ex-boyfriend was fighting for the World Cup theme song and was seeking the support of Mr. Aon, but Aon also needed to win the FIFA presidential election in 1998. To more votes from national football associations.

"Maybe I can help him?" she thought silently, and the other party might also be suggesting this.

Yeah, now I don’t have much chance to help him in reverse...

So I asked more carefully.

We talked for a long time, until the VIP stand was pushed open through the box door.

"Hahaha... don't be photographed by reporters that we are watching this."

The old-fashioned Aweng and Bailey walked in surrounded by a large group of officials, talking and laughing.

"Sorry, I'm going to lose my company."

"Please."

The conversation finally ended. She politely hugged A Weng and the others, gave a face-to-face ceremony, and briefly socialized, then wittily returned to her seat behind the one-way glass and continued to watch the concert.

The atmosphere was more restless than before. Seven chair dancers who were very popular among Latin American men, covered their chests with one arm, lined up on the stage.

The Earned It performance began.

When the acrobatic girl in the flesh-colored tights slowly fell from the high'sky', the stadium reached its climax.

'Oh Angelina, Angelina, Angelina..."

"Do you need me? Do you think Im pretty?"

A beautifully melody song is presented with a perfect dance. The ex-boyfriend is also wiping sweat more and more frequently, and the neckline of the performance clothes is soaked.

Mila secretly summarized that Latin American audiences are obviously more familiar with the songs in his second college, and many of them can sing along, but the famous songs in the first college are not as well received.

When he sang Beautiful Girls, a Latin girl suddenly climbed onto the stand, hugged him and kissed, frantically wiping oil, causing a lot of commotion on the scene.

"Hey! Don't hurt her, OK?" He graciously warned the security guard who dragged the girl down in Portuguese.

"APLUS! Uuuuu..."

The female fans in the audience were so moved, tears filled their eyes.

"Encore! Encore!"

Two hours passed quickly. In the middle, when he showed off his hip-hop floor movements, he triggered another wave of tsunamis. Finally, he sang Ai Se Eu Te Pego again. Sixty thousand people sang a warm chorus. He followed him in a neat and simple way. Hand movements.

Avon, Bailey and others have already returned to the stands, all standing and applauding to congratulate this successful concert.

"Thank you, Mr. Avelange, Mr. Bailey."

The audience began to exit in an orderly manner. Song Ya, who had just returned to the backstage, simply cleaned up his personal hygiene, changed his clothes and appeared in the box, "Thank you." He took the champagne glass handed by Mira and hugged the woman's. Waist, toast to the big guys in the room who praised him courteously, "The Rio audience is really enthusiastic."

"Because we like you, I believe Sao Paulo Field is the same."

Bailey should know that his Portuguese language is actually upgraded, he blinked his eyes and smiled in English and asked: "Anshuze wants you to sing the theme song? Are you ready for the song? This time we want to choose the Spanish language. "

"I'm prepared, but I'm not satisfied yet. I'm revising it." Song Ya replied, it's still early, so deal with it first. This is not a lie. Linda still received some Spanish songs.

A group of people celebrated, had a drink, and the topic changed. "Is it very stable for Brazil to win the 1998 World Cup?" Song Ya couldn't rush to know it, and casually flattered.

"There should be no problem," Bailey replied.

There was a crow cry in Song Ya's mind, scratching her head inexplicably.

Anschutz’s people were more anxious than him, and kept beating the drums to bring the topic back to the theme song. Aweng seemed to be in a good mood today and liked himself very much, "Okay, okay, I can reveal a little bit. For sure news, there is no resistance to your theme song in APLUS."

Surprise joy!

"That's great, thank you." Song Ya happily glanced at the high-level Anshuzi, and toasted Aweng to thank you.

"Don't be too happy."

Aweng also said: "The release method of the theme song for the 1998 World Cup will be reformed. It will no longer only use one song, but with the new model of the World Cup album..."

"Album?" Song Ya was a little stunned, "It takes at least a dozen songs, my creative speed..."

"That's not the case. The national football associations selected their own singers from various countries, global albums, about 15 songs." The people around A Weng helped explain.

What the hell is this?Let me and someone else make a platter album?One out of fifteenth of a coffee position like me can be won by a bird!?Fortunately, making a football movie, running a Latin American tour, do everything possible!After a concert, I was exhausted from singing and dancing, and my calf is still shaking!

"So this is ah……"

Song Ya forcibly suppressed his unhappiness and forced a smile.

But after chatting for a few words, he finally couldn't hold back. He took a chance and glanced at Anshuzi's people coldly. He even suspected that these guys had deliberately written a blank check to cheat himself in order to sign the long tour contract.

Mila keenly felt the sudden panic reaction of the always arrogant Anshuzi seniors. She was just glared at. She turned her head to look at the handsome side of the man, her body squeezing tighter.