Chapter 985 The Girl Next Door

Mexico is a neighbor, and has a higher acceptance of the popular trend in the United States. The range of music selections for the concert can be wider. On the second day, Song Ya, William Adams and others sang his "Old Man" passionately in front of more than 50,000 audience 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 at the scene was invincible, and he also sang very vigorously. With his left hand held up to his mouth, he rushed from one corner of the stage to the other, bent down and high-fived the audience in the front row, then took off the bull hat and threw it into the crowd vigorously.

pain!

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

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 hip-hop gestures.

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

Song Ya squeezed out a painful smile to the audience, and gestured to the backstage with her right hand behind her back.

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

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

Song Ya gave a thumbs up with difficulty.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Shakira!"

The simple cameo announcement was full of air, and there was only a bunch of spotlights shining on the center of the stage in an instant, and the staff of the high chairs, standing microphones, and wires quickly trot over to make arrangements.

"What's the matter with you?" Shakira asked who came to the stage holding the guitar.

One came to the stage and the other stepped down. The two had no time to chat. Song Ya showed her the bleeding middle finger, grinning and grimacing as they passed by.

The wound is deep,

Fortunately, the bone was fine, and the accompanying doctor helped to deal with it briefly. After Shakira sang two songs, his middle finger was wrapped in gauze like a white radish and went on stage again.

The fans immediately noticed that some diehard female fans in the front row who came from the United States to watch the concert were so distressed that they cried.

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

He laughed at himself and showed the audience, 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 able to concentrate. In the second half, Song Ya sweated more than in the previous games, and she hardly made any mistakes. Even in the final encore, she responded to the female fans The group chanted and sang Want to Want Me, which I haven't sung for a long time, which is currently the most difficult song for me.

It's just that when the audience sang "I Want to Want Me" in unison, the white radish was a bit out of the ordinary.

"Can there be two games left?"

To prevent accidents, he was taken to the hospital after the concert and received a tetanus shot. Anschutz was very nervous.

"Yo, no problem, as long as it doesn't interfere with my microphone."

Don't try to ruin my character with this little injury, Song Ya waved her hand carelessly.

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

Outside the hospital gate, Song Ya waved goodbye to the two women who came to visit, then crossed the roof of the car, and gave the middle finger to the paparazzi on the opposite side of the road. The white carrot was gone, and the professional doctor's bandage was much lighter and more beautiful.

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

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

"Xue Linfen's call."

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

Fingers still hurt, "The news is so fast?"

"I think should not be?"

"Xuelin?" She took the phone with her left hand and asked.

"Uh...uh..." Xue Linfen hesitated to speak on the other end of the phone.

"What's wrong?"

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

"Really? Great, congratulations to you... er no, congratulations to us, nor to..."

The two laughed while chatting, "Anyway, you know what I mean, Xuelin, I like children." Song Ya said.

"Well, did the concert go well?"

"Ah, my finger was hurt, but it's okay, the doctor bandaged it just now, and I also got a tetanus shot..."

"Really all right?"

"fine……"

"Hope it's a girl this time."

"Um……"

The two chatted all the way until they arrived at the hotel where they stayed. A small party had already been organized on the rooftop of the presidential suite on the top floor.

"So you are here?"

Song Ya accidentally saw Ms. Sloan and Alicia standing in a remote corner, leaning on the railing and overlooking the night view of Mexico City. More feminine, Sloan's plaid high shoulders are always capable and neutral.

He walked past people chatting in twos and threes with wine glasses.

"Are you okay here today?" Alicia blushed from drinking, and gave her middle finger with a pun.

"fine……"

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

"You talk." Sloan said goodbye with a clear face.

"Don't leave me here alone with the Governor's wife, Sloan..."

Song Ya secretly winked to the side and back, "Mike said that person may have accepted a paparazzi for one hundred to three hundred dollars."

"Who?" Alicia asked.

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

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

"Today's concert was very exciting, APLUS." Alicia smiled a little embarrassedly, took a sip of her wine, and immediately stood up a lot more seriously, "You are a singer, of course you have experience in dealing with paparazzi..."

"Yes, I'm used to it. Where's Pierre?" Song Ya asked.

"He flew back to New York this morning," Alicia said.

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

"Tomorrow, I'll go with Sloan, so I can save some travel expenses and use your private jet." Alicia squeezed out an unnatural smile.

"Then don't you want to watch the next concert?"

"I only need to watch one concert for any concert, right?"

"Then you can't be counted as my loyal fan Alicia."

"I've never idolized my clients."

"Ha ha!"

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

At the party, she played her own Want to Want Me again, "How did you sing the ending after so high? APLUS." Ms. Sloan asked.

"Uh, I used to have a shrill voice, and now it's impossible to sing it as it is. What you heard at the concert has been modified in post-processing."

"I see."

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

Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, Song Ya drank the wine in the glass, turned and left.

With a whiff of reminiscence, he skipped rehearsals the next day and showed up at the studio of a talk show in Mexico.

Some TV shows in South America are more open than those in the United States. The hostesses wear hot clothes and make jokes with guests and translators.

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

"What? I don't remember... oh." Song Ya saw her take out a book of "Youth", written by Ellie, the first campus girlfriend after time travel.

He and the guest hosts all laughed, "She praised you very well." The hostess read a short paragraph, "You said you could even act in that kind of San Fernando Valley movie?"

"Well, it's not all the truth in the book."

I couldn't bear it, this female guest spoke in a blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"Is she your first love?"

"That's right."

"The girl next door?"

"What?"

Song Ya felt a little dizzy, something bad happened, this seems to be a live broadcast? That movie, which is only one segment away, seems to be about to be apocalyptic. Could it be called the girl next door (excellent)?

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

"Yes, sort of..."

"Your finger hurt yesterday, didn't you?"

"Yes..." Song Ya showed it very carefully. Anyway, it was a live broadcast in Mexico, and it was not good to show the middle finger.

"Wow, well bandaged!"

The female guest seemed to want to be popular and crazy, she suddenly leaned forward contrived, then fell down in front of the camera, and then...

Not surprisingly, they all disappeared. This seems to be a traditional performance of Latin American variety shows.

"Damn it! Killed me!"

In the hostess' exclamation, Song Ya rolled her eyes furiously in her heart, and passed out on the sofa for real, without any fuss.

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