Chicago 1990

Mexico is a neighbor and has a higher acceptance of the popular trend in the United States. The range of music selections in the concert can be wider. The next day, Song Ya and William Adams and others sang his "old man" passionately in front of more than 50,000 audiences. Song': Remember The Name.

"This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill, Fifteen percent concentrated power of will, Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain..."

The atmosphere was invincible, and he sang very vigorously. He held the microphone to his mouth with his left hand, rushed from one corner of the stage to the other, bent over and high-five the front audience, then took off the bull cap and threw it into the crowd.

pain!

The right middle finger suddenly knocked to the light box?Or some other metal corner of the equipment erected in the corner of the stage, I don't know, he almost yelled on the spot, quickly gritted his teeth, turned around, and made a signal to William Adams to help sing the next paragraph.

Although it was agreed in advance, William Adams was still stunned. Fortunately, he walked to the center of the stage decisively and saved the scene smoothly with gestures of hip-hop.

"What's wrong?" the director asked through the ears.

Song Ya squeezed a smile that was actually reluctant to the audience, and gestured towards the backstage with the back of his right hand.

"OK, let me see if I can change the order of performance, Shakira? Is Shakira ready?"

The other side was flustered for a while and quickly recovered, "OK, can APLUS insist on introducing Shakira to the show later?"

Song Ya gave a difficult thumbs up.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Shakira!"

A simple cameo was full of air, and the stage was instantly left with a spotlight shining in the center, and the staff with high chairs, standing microphones, and wire pullers quickly trot over and arranged them.

"What's the matter with you?" Shakira asked, who was on stage holding the guitar.

One stepped on stage and the other stepped off. The two had no time to talk, Song Ya showed her the bleeding middle finger, grinning and making faces crossed.

The wound was deep. Fortunately, the bones were fine. The accompanying doctor helped to deal with it briefly. After Shakira finished singing two songs, his middle finger was wrapped in gauze like a white radish and went on stage again.

The fans immediately noticed that some of the loyal female fans in the front row who made a special trip to watch the concert from the US star chasing fans were crying with distress.

"I'm fine, I'm fine...haha!"

He showed himself mockingly to the audience, and the girls burst into laughter.

Girl, youre the one I want to want me

And if you want me, girl, you got me

Theres nothing I know I wouldnt do, I wouldnt do

Just to get up next to you

I don’t know why, but the slight pain made me more focused. In the second half, Song Ya shed more sweat than the previous few games, and hardly made any mistakes. Even in the final encore, he responded to the female fans’ opinions. They shouted collectively and sang Want to Want Me, which I haven't sung for a long time, the most difficult song of the individual.

It’s just that when I sing I Want to Want Me in unison to the audience, the white radish is a bit tricky.

"Can I have two games left?"

In order to prevent accidents, he was taken to the hospital after the concert, and the cold shot was broken. Anshuzi's people were very nervous.

"Yo, it's okay, it doesn't affect my use of the microphone."

Don't even think about ruining my personal setting with this little injury, Song Ya waved his hand grinningly.

"Tomorrow I won't rehearse. I'm going to record the show on TV. See you at the next show, Bye, Shakira, Bye, Fergie."

Outside the hospital, Song Ya waved goodbye to the two women who came to visit, then crossed the roof of the car and compared the middle finger to the paparazzi across the road. The white carrot is gone, and the professional doctor's dressing is much lighter and more beautiful.

There was a burst of laughter from the paparazzi, news and photo materials.

Getting into the car, Old Mike started the car slowly.

"Xue Linfen's call."

Taraji, the co-pilot, handed the phone over.

The finger still hurts, "Is the news so fast?"

"I think should not be?"

"Xue Lin?" took the phone with her left hand and asked.

"Uh...uh..." Xue Linfen stopped talking on the other side of the phone.

"what happened?"

"I just received a call from the doctor. I... uh... seem to be pregnant again." Xue Linfen said.

"Really? Great, congratulations... Uh no, congratulations to us, nor..."

The two chatted and laughed, "Anyway, you know what I mean, Xue Lin, I like children." Song Ya said.

"Well, did the concert go well?"

"Ah, my finger was hurt, but it's okay. Just after the doctor bandaged it, I also received a tetanus injection..."

"Really all right?"

"It's okay..."

"I hope it's a girl this time."

"Ok……"

The two talked all the way until they arrived at the hotel where they were staying. The presidential suite on the top floor had already organized a small party on the rooftop. The tour creators were probably all around, and they had to deal with some care and communication.

"So you are here?"

Song Ya accidentally saw Ms. Sloan and Alicia standing in a remote corner, leaning on the railing and looking out at the night view of Mexico City. The two were still wearing professional suits that were extremely tailored, Alicia’s blue style. More feminine, Sloan's plaid high shoulders are consistently capable and neutral.

He passed the people holding the wine glasses and chatting together in twos and threes, and walked over.

"Are you okay here today?" Alicia drank blushing cheeks, and made a pun with her middle finger.

"It's okay..."

Song Ya smiled helplessly, "I don't know how many times I said the word okay today."

"You guys talk." Sloan said farewell with a clear face.

"Don't leave me and the governor's wife here alone, Sloan..."

Song Ya concealed a wink to the side and back, "Mike said that the man might have accepted a certain paparazzi for $100 to $300."

"Who?" Alicia asked.

"Don't, don't stare at him, he wears a red waiter's vest, Indian-looking."

Song Ya smiled and said, "There should be more than one hotel staff who has collected the money, so...be very cautious. Your vigilance is a little low, Alicia, fortunately this is Mexico."

"Today's concert is very exciting, APLUS." Alicia smiled in embarrassment, took a sip of her drink, and stood up a lot. "You are a singer, of course you have experience dealing with paparazzi..."

"Yes, I am used to it. Where is Pierre?" Song Ya asked.

"He took the flight back to New York this morning." Alicia said.

"You didn't go back with him? What about the signing of Inner City Broadcasting Company with XXL Magazine?"

"Tomorrow, I will go with Sloan, and save some travel expenses on your private plane." Alicia forced an unnatural smile.

"Then you won't watch the next concert?"

"Isn't it enough to watch any concert?"

"Then you can't count as my big fan Alicia."

"I never treat clients as idols."

"Haha!"

Ooh, just the thought of you gets me so high, so high!

At the party, his own Want to Want Me was put on again, "How did you sing the ending after so high? APLUS." Ms. Sloan asked.

"Uh, I used to have a sharper voice, and now it is impossible to sing it as it is. What you hear at the concert has been modified."

"That's it."

The three chatted for a long time, "Anyway, if you want to have a memory in Mexico, I'm in the... room."

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, Song Ya finished his glass of wine and turned to leave.

With a breath of memory, he did not go to the rehearsal the next day, and appeared in the studio of a talk show in Mexico.

Some TV shows in South America are more open than those in the United States, and the hostess is dressed in hot clothes, making some jokes with the guest and translator.

"I just finished reading a book about you, APLUS." She said.

"What? I don't remember...oh." Song Ya saw her take out a copy of'When I was Young', written by Ellie, the first campus girlfriend after crossing.

He and the host guest laughed, "She praised you very well." The hostess read a short paragraph, "Say you can even play that kind of San Fernando Valley movie?"

"Uh, not all the facts in the book."

I really couldn't bear it. The female guest was speaking awkwardly in Spanish, and she leaned in coquettishly. In front of the camera, she put her arm directly on her shoulder while she was sitting to speak.

"Is she your first love?"

"That's it."

"The girl next door?"

"what?"

Song Ya feels a little dizzy, the big thing is not good, this seems to be live broadcast?That movie with only one fragment seems to be apocalyptic, is it called the girl next door (you)?

"She says in the book that it's not far from your home."

"Yes, it is..."

"Your finger hurt yesterday, right?"

"Yes..." Song Ya showed it very carefully. It was also a live show in Mexico anyway, showing the middle finger is not good.

"Wow, the bandage is good!"

The female guest seemed to be crazy, she suddenly leaned forward artificially, then fell down in front of the camera like this, and then...

Not surprisingly, it ran out. This seems to be a traditional Latin American variety show.

"Damn it! It killed me!"

In the hostess's exclamation, Song Ya cursed in her heart and rolled her eyes, and fainted on the sofa without any extravagance.