Chapter 982? About the Future

Chile is on a tour mission. In order to provide the best logistical support for the main event: the three shows in Mexico, many large-scale stage equipment will be directly transported from Buenos Aires to Mexico City.

The concert in Santiago, Chile will be a concert in which the stage effects have been chosen and simplified.

"Shakira, we should go."

When Song Ya and the tour team were about to go to Santiago together, Estefan also came to lead them.

The guest singer does not need to follow the whole tour, just come back to the rehearsal the day before the Chilean concert, "You..." When he saw Shakira hugging Song Ya's neck sweetly, resting her legs on her When she was on her lap, she sighed silently, "You have a commercial performance nearby in the middle of the week."

"Push it off for me, Mr. E[new fo] Steffen."

Sure enough, Shakira refused without hesitation, "I like the atmosphere of the APLUS tour team very much. I want to play here for a while, please? Please."

"You insist?"

"I insist."

"Okay, then I'll be busy with other things..."

Estefan told Song Ya, "Take care of her, and I will go there on the day of my Chilean concert."

"Don't worry, oh yes, I also have something to talk to you that day." Song Ya smiled and raised her hand to apologize, indicating that she was too entangled by the girl to stand up and shake hands to say goodbye.

"Is it important?"

"It's important."

"Then I will advance the schedule a day."

las cartas que escribi

those letters I wrote,

nunca las envie

It was never sent.

no querras saber de mi

You don't want to know how I'm doing.

no puedo entender

you can't imagine,

lo tonta que fui

How stupid I am.

Estefan appeared at the Chilean National Stadium in Santiago that day as scheduled, and Shakira happened to be rehearsing on the stage. The girl looked carefree, sitting on a high chair, playing and singing her title song, Estoy Aquí.

He didn't bother, and went directly to the backstage to find Song Ya.

At the same time, at the Sony Beimi headquarters in New York, Motura sat at Howard Stringer's president's desk again, but this time the opponent changed from the still-unprepared Daniel to the old fox John Carley, and there were a few more people beside him. The senior management of the book will accompany you.

"Hip-hop, R&B, pop-punk and Latin dance with elements of electro..."

John Carley is repeating the reading in a small notebook: "Generally, I think the trend in the next few years will be fusion music, a little bit of everything, like..."

"Like the one from APLUS?" Motura interrupted him with a smile.

"No one can deny that he is a genius." John Calley shot back, "It's just a pity...he won't re-sign with us."

"He is an unfamiliar wolf, and the sum is against us. He invested in a VCD factory in Huaguo and increased his stake in the former SD camp's DTS company. I heard that the 3DFX company he invested in is talking about next-generation games with Sega. Host display chip cooperation?"

Motura was aggressive, "He even encouraged the Black Caucus of Representatives to take up trade war weapons and raise taxes on our proposals for micro motors, CD motors, and laser heads!"

"I won't say who he did it for." John Carley took off his reading glasses and replied coldly.

"You reversed the logic John, he targeted me because only I can suppress him and stop him from doing anything wrong, so he was afraid that I would have to fight me down! If someone else, I'm afraid he has bought Sony Columbia Records now Empty! Think about all the crap he and Daniel have done together!"

Motura poked John Carley's chest with his index finger, "What he did at Sony Columbia Records, is being replicated at your Columbia Pictures, first interfering with the female lead of a project that has nothing to do with him, and then cutting sausages Tactics are advancing step by step, John, two years... it only takes two years, and you will suddenly find that he has already felt that you are in the way and wants to get rid of you, remember this prophecy of mine."

"Sounds like that."

John Carley laughed instead, "If I don't know that the heroine of the python disaster, Jennifer Lopez, has an affair with you, and not long ago, she messed up a big production with another one of your people, Wesley Snipes. After the money train, you can still get the heroine of the plague of the python, maybe I will agree with you. This is not Hollywood's way of playing Tommy, at least not in the company I manage..."

"Uh...cough cough."

Howard Stringer glanced at the book executives next to him, and stopped the two Americans from exposing each other in front of them, "Today's meeting is just to chat about music...Tommy, what do you think? Tell me too."

"I said earlier, Latin Storm."

Motura first complained to Howard Stringer, "The Latin single Macarena, which is so hot now, has proved my foresight at the time. If my opinion was adopted earlier, Sony Columbia Records would not be able to replace Glory In addition to Ya and Shakira, I can take advantage of the current Latin trend to promote a large group of newcomers, and I have taken a fancy to many good seedlings, including Jennifer Lopez... It's a pity."

"I agree, and I've said that I like Latin dance music," John Carley said.

"Well. What else? Tommy." Howard Stringer asked again.

"Everything else is pretty much the same, fusion techno, pop R&B, hip-hop, rock...etc," says Motura.

John Carley sneered slightly, and put the small notebook into his pocket.

"No, no, no, we say the same noun, but the actual meaning is different. You are a layman John."

Motura hurriedly added, "This is actually an industry, and the record industry is also an industry. It is no different from... making electronic products." He pointed to several executives of the book, "Top scientists are responsible for discovering new theories and technologies. And then companies use that knowledge to make products, right?"

"Unified this understanding, now I can use... funk music as an analogy."

He said: "We all know that James Brown invented funk music, and our composers and arrangers will immediately start to summarize what creative changes he made? Oh, it turned out that he emphasized the 4/4 melody. The first beat is what we call 'The One' now, and then combines some elements of jazz, rhythm and blues and gospel music, as well as detailed syncopated rhythm, electric bass... The rhythm of the whole song is composed of The One started, back to The One."

"After figuring this out, the major record companies will be able to quickly package and create their own funk stars, and new talents will emerge in the entire system, and then develop based on this foundation, such as psychedelic funk, gangster funk gram……"

"APLUS is a genius of fusion music, I admit it. But he can't always be ahead of the learning ability of a big company like Sony Columbia Records, and he is not irreplaceable. I have noticed that the other five record companies are starting to build his good-looking, A hip-hop star with mixed blood, gang experience, and creative ability, please wait..."

Motura went to open the office door, "Call Balotelli in."

He brought in a black-and-white mixed-race boy who was 1.9 meters tall and looked more handsome and handsome than Song Ya, "How is it? I discovered him in Little Italy in Brooklyn. He has been in gangs and has a lot of weight in the neighborhood. And amazing writing and singing talent. Give us a piece Balotelli..."

"Okay." The boy didn't feel stage fright at all, and snapped his fingers to beat the time, and rapped with excellent rhythm and rhyme.

"Okay, you go out first. He also took a stage name, called B-GOD, hehe... I think it will be very interesting."

Motura closed the door and said to John Carley, "Actually, you should have done these things long ago."

John Carley didn't know how to refute, and looked at Howard Stringer.

Earlier in the day, in Chicago, Quincy Jones called her eldest daughter from her home.

"2PAC's funeral is over, come back, Kidada, you are just his girlfriend, her mother doesn't need your company..."

"I understand you, don't show off your desire to perform at this time, I have told you the seriousness of this matter countless times."

"M-fxxk, who do you think you are? Never talk to the media about revenge or real murder... If you don't even know the fart, don't talk nonsense, you really know that you will die?"

"Come on, like how much 2pac loves you, everyone knows he fucks in Vegas, he doesn't respect or care about you."

"Go home! Kidada... Do you want me to beg you? Huh? I say this because I love you..."

"Thinking in a good direction, now as long as you want, you can use his girlfriend status to show your face for the rest of your life, whether you accept media interviews, or bicker with others in the air, as you like. As long as you give me this time to be obedient... What do you think? If 2PAC doesn't hang up, it will dump you sooner or later!"

"Don't talk to me like that! Get back with my men! Immediately!"

The conversation between the father and daughter collapsed, and Quincy Jones angrily smashed the microphone on the phone.

"What you just said was really mean, Daddy." The second daughter, Rashida Jones, put the steaming coffee cup in front of her father.

"I don't drink."

Quincy Jones picked up his old-fashioned top hat, "I'm going to a record company meeting, what the hell..."

The old man was cursing and arrived at the Chicago branch of JIVE Records by car. The main managers were there, as well as R Kelly.

"The theme song I Believe I Can Fly you wrote for Jordan's basketball movie is so perfect, that song will be popular all over the world." Quincy Jones praised R Kelly and sat down beside him.

"Thank you, are you all right?" R Kelly and other senior executives said a few words of concern, and the meeting began.

"With regard to the future, there is an opportunity in front of us..."

The president of JIVE Records, who presided over the meeting, looked at Quincy Jones: "2PAC is dead, and APLUS is hiding away and trying to clean up. This is an opportunity for us to enter the field of rap music, which is far behind, right? Now the market has left A lot of space, Quincy, I know you have a good relationship with Death Row Records, Su Ge Knight is involved in lawsuits, do we have a chance to poach Snoop Dogg here? Help me lead?"

"Shit! Don't mention that jerk to me!"

Quincy Jones was still angry, "I don't participate in this kind of shit, you can find someone else!"

"Is there a future for gangsta rap? I doubt it. They kill and kill, it's too violent." A high-level questioned, "Maybe the money we make is not enough to pay our lawyers' fees."

"Then what else? Latin style? Now everyone is confused, the little smart guy of APLUS has started to write industrial metal and heavy metal rock for David Bowie!" Another executive's words made everyone laugh.

Quincy Jones wasn't laughing, he wasn't in the mood, and neither was R Kelly, "Well, I've noticed that the Backstreet Boys in our European division have been doing really well lately, and they're singing that kind of... teenage pop right? And just now The Spice Girls who have become famous in the UK, I really like their song Wannabe, it’s a bit like the London Bridge that APLUS wrote for Fergie before, it’s brighter and more ear-catching.”

"Do you think they can enjoy it in the United States? The professional music critics here look down on them..." Someone questioned.

"Yes? I think it will, and it will be innovative."

R Kelly said firmly: "I even feel that this style of music may become the third British invasion, if we still do nothing like the first two."

"The five of the Spice Girls? They're not good-looking, and it's hard to become an idol in the United States if they are singled out. The beautiful Spice Girl Victoria is okay, but I heard that her singing skills are poor." An executive said.

"What do you think, Quincy?" The president asked Quincy Jones, who had gradually calmed down.

"You can try it. Call the Backstreet Boys back to the United States to test the waters first, then sign a few beautiful boys and girls, follow the idol route, and mass-produce them. If you gamble, you will make money. Anyway, you can't lose much."

Quincy Jones said: "I personally don't like it, but I trust R Kelly's judgment. By the way, is there a definition for that genre?"

"It's called Teen Pop, Teen POP!"

Santiago, Shakira has finished the rehearsal, she almost ran to the backstage, wanting to return to her lover immediately.

She thinks that her current situation is not a love brain with moths flying to the flame. Regarding the future, she has thought and observed carefully. Just take care of each other, and never play around as ridiculously as before.

During the whole tour itinerary, APLUS did not find any other women except for the phone calls with Xue Linfen and Mariah Carey, who gave birth to him, and the conversations on the phone were mainly about caring for the children.

She feels there is a chance, and she loves APLUS too, just flood him with all the enthusiasm! APLUS has been married, she is willing to get married!

"Let's make a deal, Mr. Estefan, if you help me get a satisfactory theme song for the World Cup in Spanish, I will give Shakira an English theme song I created. The male and female chorus is only me and she."

Like a happy bird, she passed under Mawota's raised arm with a smile on her face. As soon as she opened the door of the lounge, she heard APLUS having a serious conversation with her manager inside.

She put her hands behind her back and walked lightly.

"Didn't I already promise you the invitation to sing?" Estefan said, "There are no additional conditions."

"I need more active help. I guess, you still have many Latin singer friends competing for this opportunity? I want to make our cooperative relationship closer." Song Ya said.

"That's it..."

Both of them knew each other, and Estefan pondered for a while, "Shakira is very assertive, she rejected your song, I don't know..."

"Ole ole ole..."

Song Ya hummed the melody of the newly acquired apocalypse song. The reason why she had a showdown with the other party now was because Hayden had to take it back to the United States for copyright filing. "Don't you want her to appear in the World Cup album? Although I It's an English song."

"Sounds good, but...you know APLUS, she likes you, maybe it's a better plan for the two of you to find a chance to make your relationship public."

Estefan made an offer: "Just when this song is announced? This is also beneficial for her to open the US market."

"I don't want this kind of news to appear for the time being."

Song Ya shook her head, "I think the current state is very good, happy bachelor, and then consider staying on a certain treetop when you are thirty."

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