Chicago 1990

"Hahaha! That silly fork!"

Mila was faintly awakened by Song Ya's wild laughter. She turned on the bedside lamp and checked the time, three o'clock in the morning.

"Dear?"

The laughter came from outside the bedroom. The two stayed in the Presidential Suite at the Hilton Morumbi Hotel in Sao Paulo, not far from Morumbi Stadium, where the next concert was held.

I didn't get a response, maybe I didn't hear it, the suite outside was a bit noisy, and there seemed to be a woman's voice, Mila raised her ears.

"Hi..."

He couldn't hear anything, he simply put on his nightdress and yawned and pushed the door out, "Hayden? Why are you here?"

Hayden, who had become his own co-agent again, was actually there, "Shh..." He compared the gesture of individual speech.

Mira looked at the woman present, Sloan, this beautiful blonde professional woman who felt very sharp and Song Agge were half lying on the end of the sofa with a cup of coffee in their hands and a pair of long legs that were not inferior to her. He put it on the coffee table casually, without shoes, flesh-colored stockings.

She and Song Ya were both laughing, obviously in a good mood, maybe they felt their gaze, and pointed friendly to the fixed phone on the coffee table.

"How many times is this? At least the third time I know it?"

Song Ya put the big white girl who came close by rubbing her eyes in a daze, and opened the hands-free phone and said, "One time with the policeman, one time downstairs in the New York studio, this time in Las Vegas. Stalva Road..."

"You forgot to point guns at each other in the parking lot of the Sacred Auditorium in Los Angeles at the beginning of the year?"

From the fixed phone came the unforgettable and unique accent of Big A, "I heard that he was shot three times again this time!"

"Hahaha! M-Fxxk is too much..."

Song Ya and Big A laughed wildly across the phone line, "Who did it? Biggie?"

"Everyone said that anyway! He didn't do anything else during this time, except for pleasure, he took his little brother everywhere to perform Hitem Up that cursed Biggie, bragging daddy and other East Coast gang rap circles. This kid is really hateful. , But I have to say that it is indeed fatal, the latest news, just out of the operating room, out of life danger." Big A said.

"Shxt! He will almost become an immortal legend like this." Song Ya cursed.

"Remind you, there are also a few rumors that you did it. The New York DJ is chatting that you made a message at your ex-wife's house, saying that he is looking for death." Big A reminded.

"Want to direct the dirty water to me? Humph, give the bragging father a little bit of courage, and I'll call him and Sugnett later."

"Then what do we Chicago DJ do now?"

"Talk normally, just be proactively soliciting trouble for me. I will let Ms. Sloan rush back and lead the crisis public relations."

"Hehe."

Big A's laughter suddenly became very wretched, "Seriously, you have been to her, right? Absolutely, you will definitely not let go of that level of beauty..."

"I just took this sentence as a compliment? Big A..." Sloan interrupted calmly.

"Uh, hehe, so you...are there too..."

'Click.'Big A hangs up the phone.

"Then I booked a flight back to rice tomorrow morning." Sloan put on high heels and stood up, "Bye Mira, Bye Hayden."

"Thank you Sloan, Bye."

After Song Ya watched her go out, he immediately ordered Hayden, "Call the bragging father and Sugnet, right here."

"Now?" Hayden asked.

"Be clever Hayden, if it's the bragging father who did it, his kind of smart person would definitely plan very well in advance, and it is impossible to completely let the suspicion fall on him and Biggie." Song Ya said.

"Ok."

Hayden took out the thick script from his briefcase and put it on the coffee table, "Mira, yours." Then he started making calls.

"Who were you talking about just now?"

Mira glanced, and the cover title was'Football Stunner'.

"Oh, 2PAC, a very popular West Coast rapper, was shot in Las Vegas a few hours ago."

Of course, 2PAC Mira knew, Song Ya explained a few more words, "I don't know the actual situation, the first time tabloid reports are not credible."

"Mira, old Larry hopes that you can meet him as soon as possible. The time for the football stunner project is in a hurry. It will be turned on in Florida in early November." Hayden put the microphone in his ear while waiting to be connected. .

"Playing as a man-in-law again." Song Ya had already introduced her to the basic plot, and Mila complained: "The disaster of the python is also.

"These two movies are both leading female dramas."

Hayden laughed and said: "When the connection starts next year, Hollywood actresses will be jealous of you and go crazy."

"I grew up in the United States and didn't know how to play football."

Although Mira’s life has gone through ups and downs, but at any rate, she has lived and enjoyed the top life of the upper class. Unless the economic situation is very tight, she has never been a diligent artist at other times. "Let me simply accompany you in South America. After running the tour, please rest for a while."

She kissed Song Ya's earlobe and acted like a baby: "I like the way I am now. I feel safe by your side."

"Hey, isn't it?"

Song Ya is very useful, but if she picks up any more, the football stunner is really going to open the skylight, "Hey, do me and old Larry a favor."

"Sugnet can't get through on the phone."

Hayden looked at the two who were beginning to grind their ears together, "I'll go outside to fight, and I will turn in when I'm connected."

"Ok."

Regardless of whether 2PAC was shot again by him or not, the bragging father should be very nervous now. First, he is afraid that Sugonite and the blood gang will retaliate. Second, the shooting location is in Las Vegas, which is very safe.Yes, there is a lot of pornography and gambling, but the law and order has always been good. Casino owners don’t like to be entangled in the negative news of vicious law and order cases, especially the big stars like 2PAC who gamble on high consumption as soon as they go, dare to make trouble there. Those who affect the business of the casino will attract unintended responses.

The bragging father's call was connected, but he hummed aside, refused to tell the truth, only clarified that whatever the DJs in New York said has nothing to do with him, he can't care about it now.

Sugernet really couldn’t get in touch with him, so Hayden could talk to him through Snoop Dogg or even his 2PAC girlfriend Kidada Jones. These people couldn’t do it. The 2PAC shot was a big deal. , The already tense situation in the bandit rap circles on the east and west coasts seems to have reached the final showdown moment.

While Song Ya was busy with two concerts in Sao Paulo, more certain news came back one after another. 2PAC did not hang up but has not been out of danger and is still in a coma.At that time, Sugonite drove himself. He was in the passenger seat. While waiting for the red light on the main road in Las Vegas, the gunman’s car stopped in a parallel position on the side of the passenger seat, and then suddenly approached the two of them. Bullets poured out and 2PAC was shot several times. Sughnet himself suffered only minor injuries.

The local police have not caught the gunman yet. Sugnet is a real gangster with a lot of'struggle' experience. He immediately became uncertain about his whereabouts, but the people through the blood gang vowed to retaliate against the bragging father and Biggie.

The current situation is like this. 2PAC has a domineering personality and many people have the motive to kill him, but the bragging father and Biggie are undoubtedly the most suspected.However, if you act in a bragging daddy's increasingly sophisticated style, it will be difficult for the police to obtain direct evidence related to him, so it is most likely to be resolved through Sugnet's'private method'.

"Sorry, APLUS is touring in South America. We don't understand the situation and can't provide you with any news."

Anyway, apart from letting it go, this matter has nothing to do with him, and Sugernet would not be so stupid to think it was his own hand, just let Hamlin block the reporter.

Two concerts were held in Sao Paulo on the 10th and the 12th. The record-breaking show on the 12th sold more than 70,000 tickets. The average number of seats in the three shows in Brazil is six through the official channels of the ticketing company. Fifty-five, the actual number of attendance is definitely more than that.

"It's annoying, old Larry has several calls a day now."

Mira finally couldn't bear the urging of the football stunner crew, and she had to leave for the United States. "I still bought a guitar here, and I want to learn more with your guitarist."

"You have more roles than me."

Song Ya blinked at Hayden and kissed Mira's forehead, "It doesn't take long to wait for me. After the tour, we will enter the group and start shooting."

One of them flew north to Miami and the other to Buenos Aires.

"Shakira Shakira, thank you for being my guest on tour!"

The short Latin girl who hadn't seen her for a long time failed to return to the United States in her first Spanish specialization. After the market response in Spain and Brazil was also average, she concentrated on working hard in her hometown of Colombia and South American Spanish-speaking countries such as Argentina, Chile and Mexico. Now she is very well-known locally. The singer has become more and more confident and celebrity.

"Yes, I'm back thin."

The itinerary was set a long time ago. After meeting again in the Buenos Aires hotel, Song Ya still picked up her dyed wavy blonde hair as before, just like the cover of the rice version of the first CD. In reality Some of her angles are indeed similar to her ex-wife, and she is much slimmer...

More and more beautiful, Song Ya more and more love.

"Remove dirty hands! Be careful to sue you for harassment! Puta!"

The girl’s eyebrows are upside down. This time it’s different. Song Ya’s Spanish is barely able to understand what she is scolding, and now she is surrounded by bodyguards. Two South American brawny immediately rushed over and pushed herself away. .

"Forget it."

Song Ya stopped Mawota and the others who wanted to'counterattack', "Anyway, thank you for coming to help me..." Frustrated and slumped back to his room.

"Sorry APLUS, she is in a bad mood today."

Estefan, Shakira's agent and head of the Latin American gang of Sony Columbia Records, followed.

"It's okay, my fault."

Song Ya waved his hand, "Please sit down..."

"Something to do with me?" Estefan asked.

"Yes, I want to use your contacts to invite a song in Spanish, the best." Song Ya pointed to his chest, "The highest price."

"For the World Cup theme song?"

Estefan smiled, "Don't be nervous, it's not hard to guess, especially after Avon and Bailey showed up at your Rio concert. Is Anshuz asking for you, right?"

"Almost, you know more than I do."

What's the situation with FIFA, Song Ya is indeed impossible to know better than the local music industry bigwigs who have been in South America for decades, but the water in South America is very deep. Gangs, gambling, selling players, using the team to transport, what? There are strange things.Brazil's Avilange, Argentina's Grondona, etc. have been in power for decades, and the entire family has followed the big players in the football circle.

"I heard that in 1998 FIFA will release a lot of theme songs, the kind of platter albums in various countries and languages." Estefan asked: "Is it worth it? According to your position."

"The 1994 World Cup in the United States released a platter album, which was released by Polygram." Song Ya did not answer directly. He has a delicate relationship with the Latin Gang and is likely to be an opponent in the World Cup theme song competition. "Although there is still only one theme song. Support, now it’s a step further, but I don’t think the situation will change much."

"I know your consideration."

Talking with veterans is simple, Estefan said: "No matter what the global promotion, there will always be a focus, right? There are more theme songs, there will be so-called official theme songs..."

"Yes, that's what I meant." Song Ya nodded.

"The French are extremely proud. The French song at home in 1998 will definitely account for one song, and the rest will be Spanish and English."

"There are a lot of three songs, I still choose Spanish." Song Ya said.

"OK, I will help."

"Thanks, Mr. Estefan."

Regardless of whether the other party is sincere or not, if you invite a song, it is all about casting the net.

"Thank you also for letting Shakira be your guest performer at the concert."

At present, she is still more popular than her, and this time through the normal business process, Song Ya has always been generous to the forest.

Not counting the forest, it's impossible, "Puta!" At night, the Latin girl sneaked into his room.

"Puta! Puta!"

Scold, scold you, Tsundere, Song Ya hugged her who was wrong, and rolled onto the bed laughing.

'Ring jing jing...' At this time, the fixed telephone at the bedside rang ignorant of current affairs.

"Disappointment." Unimportant calls will not be transferred. "What's the matter?" Song Ya answered, "Mr. Cali?"

On the other end of the phone is Columbia Pictures and Sony Columbia Records President John Carly, "APLUS, I just went to the football stunner outdoor scene, it looks good, you and Yeremov did a good job."

"Thank you, Mr. Cali."

"I have a question. Regarding the future, do you think those genres will guide future trends? You know, I am not too good at the record industry." John Carley asked.

"Wait for me to think..."

This question is not difficult for him. Song Ya closed his eyes and searched in the Apocalypse's'Music Library' and then ranked them proportionally. "Hip-hop, rhythm and blues, pop punk, Latin dance music, electronic music and... minor?"

"Can you narrow it down?"

"Uh, since I'm talking about the future, I think people's lives in the future will be more colorful than they are now, and the channels for receiving information are also..."

"Haha." John Carly smiled, "I don't need to think so far, just a few years later."

"that……"

Why ask yourself this?Song Ya thought for a while and gave a simplified answer: "Hip-hop, rhythm and blues, pop punk and Latin dance music with electronic elements?"

"Sounds similar to the previous answer."

"I don't want to hide Mr. Cali from you."

John Carly is considered an ally with his own interests. With him, Motula can’t go back, and even if the contract expires early next year, Sony Columbia Records is still its first and second album distributor and copyright library track manager. , And the publisher of the 1998 World Cup album.

"I understand, well, that's it, I wish you a smooth tour." John Carley hung up.

Song Ya anxiously continued to linger with the Latin girl.

'Ring Ling Ling...'

"Too annoying! What's the matter!"

"APLUS, I, Hayden, I just got the news that 2PAC failed to rescue and died in the hospital."