Chapter 978? Full Marks

Although Rio is in the southern hemisphere, it’s not cold at all in September. Song Ya and Brazil’s most famous travel show host are sitting in front of a roadside stall, with pedestrians coming and going behind them, and the security team is located in the dead corner of the camera lens. not far away.

"I really like the city of Rio. After coming back to the United States last year, I have never forgotten it. The scenery, beaches, and people here, er, I don't know how to express it. In short...everything is incredible, Amazing!"

He kept praising him with good words mixed with basic Portuguese words.

The male host joked: "It's not as unsafe as your media said, right?"

"Of course, of course..." The two laughed.

"Have you tried this kind of street food? The last time you came here." The host took the food from the stall owner.

"Uh, no, you know, flying, driving, running publicity, performing, coming and going in a hurry..."

Song Ya looked at the rice dumpling in his hand, which was wrapped in corn leaves and tied with cotton thread.

"This way..." The host demonstrated how to untie the cotton thread.

What the hell is Zongzi, Song Ya skillfully opened the corn leaf, oh, the inside is different, it is yellow corn dough, ah, he took a big bite, the milk smell is very strong, he moaned contentedly with his throat, and then looked at the camera He gave a thumbs up and nodded again and again.

"How?" asked the host.

"It's really delicious." He took another big bite very sweetly.

"Haha, are you trying to stay in shape?"

"I feel like I can't do it in Brazil. Everything here is amazing."

"Then shall we go to the next house?"

"no problem."

The two walked forward while eating, "APLUS, do you want to try this? You can call it a Brazilian hot dog." The host stopped in front of another roadside stall.

"What's the difference?"

"Fresh corn kernels are added to the filling."

"..." Why is it corn again? No matter what, Song Ya continued to eat roughly.

Accepting exclusive interviews with local media, running radio stations, TV station announcements, signing sales, fan meetings,

For the concert's box office, Song Ya tried her best to win fans, high-intensity exposure, and flatter the Brazilian people.

Of course there is the necessary rehearsal.

"OMG..."

When he was taken by the host to the foot of the famous religious spectacle on the top of the mountain: the statue of Christ the Redeemer, he immediately looked up reverently with tears in his eyes, and murmured: "It's unbelievable, it's a miracle on earth."

"yes."

The host echoed with emotion, "A..." He wanted to introduce the history of this statue, but found that the young American star had crossed himself on his chest, then lowered his head and closed his eyes, put his hands together and muttered in a standard prayer posture up.

So he quickly shut up and followed suit.

The cameraman in the distance silently zoomed out the picture, making the two of them appear smaller and smaller against the backdrop of the majestic colossus, and then slowly panned to overlook the prosperous and modern urban area of ​​Rio at the foot of the mountain.

The person is very stable. In this regard, Song Ya never needed to worry about the record company, performance manager, and media PR. After finishing the shooting task, he got into the car with a full belch.

Brazil is one of the few countries in the world whose agricultural production conditions are comparable to those of the United States. The price of food is very cheap and the quantity is sufficient. "Is there anything wrong? Ms. Sloan."

"Full marks! You're very likable, APLUS."

Sloan held a ten-dollar Brazilian real between his index and middle fingers and handed it over. The new currency just issued last year has a one-to-one exchange rate against rice knives.

"Uh, not tonight, Milla Jovovich is coming."

They are so familiar, and Song Ya doesn't hide it.

The cast of The Cataclysm of the Python officially closed filming at the end of August. As the last two survivors in the plot, Mira and Escube stayed on the set in Peru and took a few more days to make up the remaining scenes. Just in time, I also came to South America.

"Hey Mira, Ace..."

When Song Ya returned to the hotel, the two people who had just arrived here were already in their own suites. Mira, who had short men's hair for filming, had a darker complexion. She wore a high-shouldered leather jacket with blue jeans, matching her big Tall and flat-chested, with a perfect androgynous style, "Sorry, I thought I could spare time to visit the class in Peru..." he said to Mira.

"fine."

Mira came over and actively hooked his neck with both hands, and kissed him affectionately.

"Hey, is there someone else in the room?"

Eskub raised his hands in protest.

They are all old friends, "Thanks, Ace, I heard from Mira that you took good care of her on set." Song Ya bumped his fists.

"Small things."

Eskub pointed out the window, "Do so many girls gather outside the hotel every day? Why do you have so many fans of M-fxxk in South America?"

"I didn't expect that either." Song Ya hugged Mira modestly, "But there are a little more people today, maybe because of tomorrow's concert."

"Wow... I really envy you."

Eskub was really envious, "Not many people know me as a hip-hop singer when I am out of the US. It's really frustrating to think about it. I was popular on the West Coast in 1988..."

Um? Song Ya looked at him strangely.

"What's wrong?" Eskub touched his face inexplicably.

"It's nothing, by the way, isn't your old NWA teammate Derry still afraid to show up?"

Song Ya inquired about Derry's recent situation, "That guy won't really want to hide from Su Ge Knight until the contract with Death Row Records expires?"

"Who knows."

Eskub shrugged, "Anyway, the Blood Gang is looking for him all over Los Angeles. I heard, I just heard that he is quietly helping East Coast rappers make records in New York. You should know better than me that NAS is your good brother. Jazzy is your singer."

"I haven't heard anything about him."

Song Ya shook his head. He didn't ask about it. It seems that Derry is determined to turn against Su Ge Knight. As a boss on the west coast, he would rather go to the east coast to fight, but if this matter is put before the east coast war It's nothing, it's common for singers and producers of the two sides to communicate. When Escube in front of him released the Ruthless record, he also went to find the New York production team.

"Let's not talk about this."

Eskuber felt that the gangster rap scene was too chaotic, so he temporarily retired to concentrate on his film career. He knew more than himself, but he didn't want to talk about it.

"Take you to visit the rehearsal of the concert?" Song Ya saw the concert staff coming in and pointed at his watch.

"Okay, let's go."

The hotel is not far from the Maracanã Stadium. The stage for tomorrow's concert is almost completed. As usual, one side of the stand is abandoned, so this stadium that can accommodate 100,000 people can sell about 75,000 tickets. According to the ticketing According to the company's data, nearly 50,000 boxes, seats, and "standing tickets" in front of the stage have been sold. It should be able to sell more than 50,000 tomorrow. It is definitely not enough, but the results have already made Anschutz overjoyed.

Of course, it is incomparable with MJ's 'monster' who sold 75,000 tickets and actually poured in 80,000 spectators.

"Is that the pretty girl in your MV?"

Mira asked, pointing to the person who was hanging above. The rehearsal of Earned It was being prepared on the stage, and Mira thought it was Charis.

"No, I hired a professional acrobat, er, a newcomer singer, signed to Babyface's LAFACE record, and he lent it to me temporarily."

Song Yachao waved to the girl who was practicing in the air: "Pink! Is it okay?"

"Small." The girl flipped over lightly on the sling.

"Tomorrow, my mother..." At this time, Fergie was chatting with William Adams and other supporting singers from the backstage, and immediately found Mira next to her.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met each other, and Mira leaned closer to her arms, meeting her eyes.

"Bichi." Fergie, who had already left the forest, did not express anything special. She picked up the belt of her low-waist hot pants and cursed, then continued to chat with the people around her.

Mira did the same, she didn't say a word to stimulate each other, and both of them were mature.

It's okay, okay, Song Ya secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"APLUS! APLUS! APLUS!"

The next day, the concert opened smoothly. The strong white spotlights could not penetrate the specially designed thick fog effect. There was no music, and the Latin girls crowded in front of the stage like sardine cans shouted frantically at the empty stage.

"call……"

Song Ya took the microphone and sat on a stool next to a dry ice fog machine on the side of the stage, adjusting her breathing evenly.

"Band? OK."

Communications from the director and others kept coming through the intercom.

"accordion?"

Here, the first song can only be Ai Se Eu Te Pego, the accordion accompaniment came from behind, patted himself on the shoulder in a friendly way, and walked into the smoke of the stage.

"APLUS ready."

"receive."

He took a deep breath, checked his clothes, makeup and earbuds one last time, and then went to the center of the stage to take his stand.

The fans shouting is deafening enough, and they can't see themselves at this time.

Subconsciously touched the buttocks. These days, male stars in Latin America are popular with solid-color tight shirts and trousers or jeans that are tied to the body.

When American male stars come to make money, they always wear beach-style floral shirts based on stereotypes, or fancy costumes with Latin American dance elements. I will definitely not make that kind of arrogant mistake, and I have enough capital.

"Countdown, 3, 2, 1... GO!" The director gave the order.

The accordionist at the front walked out of the thick fog, and at the same time began to play the simple and beautiful prelude of Ai Se Eu Te Pego.

"Ah! Ah!"

The fans suddenly became agitated like a boiling oil pan, and Song Ya felt that the spotlights hanging above the stage were shaken and trembling.

"Nossa, nossa..."

Get the beat right, and jump out with the most handsome posture while singing, "Assim você me mata!"

He saw countless faces of men and women who were so excited that they were distorted. Not far from the stage, they were screaming, jumping, jumping, rushing forward like waves hitting rocks.

"Ai se eu te pego, Ai ai se eu te pego..."

With a bright smile on her face, she bent down and shook one of the countless hands stretched out towards her. The lucky girl was so strong that she almost tore herself off, so she switched to high fives and ran from one side of the stage to the other. .

"Come on!"

Fans here will follow the simple hand movements made by the original MV, and after a demonstration, they all learn to echo in a uniform manner.

"Delícia, delícia, Assim você me mata..."

This salivary song seems to be really universal for Brazilians. More than 50,000 people sang in a chorus, and the coordination on stage and off stage was perfect.

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