Chapter 991? The Special Report Finally Broadcast

"Ladies and gentlemen, Shakira!"

Singing and dancing rap, the sweaty Song Ya introduced Shakira, then waved goodbye to the 80,000 spectators in the Aztec Stadium, "The stage is yours now."

He bumped fists with Shakira who came to the stage holding the guitar, and trotted briskly back to the lounge.

Shakira will sing two songs, that is to fight for a total of less than ten minutes of rest time for himself, he must hurry up.

"Hey! Why are you so stern, did I sing wrong?"

It is already the last concert in Central and South America. Tomorrow, I will fly to New York to visit Little Rega and take a rest. Then I will fly directly to Spain. Ms. Sloan, Hamlin, and Taraji are not there. In the lounge except Fu Huadao and other staff members also gathered several tour creators and the entourage of the performance agency Anschutz.

"No." Everyone said in unison.

"hey-hey……"

Rushing into the shower room, someone has already helped to adjust the water to the most suitable temperature. Da Lala took off the performance clothes, threw them outside, and started to take a shower.

The trip back to Rice was generally very pleasant, and the 3DFX problem was solved, and I got two apocalypse movie clips, one from a new movie that may be about drummers, and the other is an 'old movie' that occasionally apocalypses when playing games with Charis , I also had a lot of fun with the treasure girl.

"oh……"

The warm water made him close his eyes involuntarily, and let him loose a little by the way, moaning softly.

In addition to Argentina and Chile, this Central and South American tour was a great success in Brazil and Mexico. This, which is the last show in Mexico, created a new audience record for his own tour.

The reasons are, one is that the topic of passing out in Mexico during the live broadcast is extremely hot, and the other is that my southern American fan club organized the largest support operation. It is very convenient to come to Mexico from the south, and the consumption here is not high. After watching The concert happened to be traveling by the way.

What is the concept of 80,000 people? Looking at the past from the stage, no matter which direction, people are all in sight, and they shouted APLUS in unison! APLUS! Singing along with hit songs, this atmosphere, this feeling, not to mention how cool it is.

I heard from Anschutz that if the tour is planned for next year, HBO and other TV stations will compete for a very good price and buy the right to broadcast the video tape of one of his concerts in the United States.

"APLUS?"

I accidentally enjoyed a little overtime, and the stylist started to urge me outside.

"That's good! Clang, blah, blah..."

Dry up and down, come out humming a strange song, the stylist holds clean new clothes in his hands, this time is the regular configuration of T-shirts and jeans, of course, big and thick gold chains, rhinestone hangtags and other items are indispensable.

"What's next?"

He dressed neatly, sat down in front of the makeup mirror outside, and let everyone around him busy help him dress up.

"Where Is The Love."

"Ahem, what'swrong with the world, mama?" He began to clear his throat, gesticulating in the makeup mirror to review, this kind of song is familiar, and the words are impossible to forget.

"Three minutes." Fergie and William Adams, who were already dressed, chatted and smiled as they opened the door and entered.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I won't delay..."

Song Ya smiled and asked them not to rush, "Huh?" He picked up the wrapping paper of the fluorescent stick on the dressing table, and the fanatic fans of the fan meeting this time also formed a fluorescent cheering group, bringing a lot of Dow's endorsements With light sticks, they spelled words in the audience, played with waves, and enjoyed themselves.

There are colorful product names and logos on the packaging of the light sticks, and then they are printed on the front, with a thumbs up and a mouthful of white teeth.

"Is this new?" The sound of cheap plastic being rubbed out of the packaging bag.

"I don't know, I feel that the quality inside and out is worse than before." William Adams said.

"hehe."

Under the competition of notebook products, Dow is probably out of spirit.

Started to enter the stage of just bad money.

"What happened to them?" Fergie pouted towards the door.

"What?"

"Looks like something happened," Fergie said.

Song Ya got up a little confused, "Is there anything I don't know?"

He walked to the door, and while checking and wearing the earphones, microphones and other important items that Old Mike personally kept, he asked the Anschutz people who were chatting at the door, that something was wrong with them, and they were not very emotional.

"No, it's not about you, come on stage, APLUS." They replied.

"Let's go."

Song Ya felt that it might be something related to herself. They didn't want to say it now to affect their performance status. There was nothing wrong with it. They walked through the busy backstage corridor with Fergie and others, and arrived behind the curtain on the side of the stage.

The timing was just right, and Shakira was sitting in a high chair, playing and singing the last few lines of the second song.

"Thank you! Thank you, Shakira."

After she finished singing the curtain call, Song Ya put on her earbuds to slightly isolate the roar of the 80,000 people from the tsunami, and strode onto the stage.

"goodbye."

He gave the girl a big hug, and Shakira took the opportunity to whisper in his ear that she would not accompany her to Europe, where Anschutz arranged for local stars to be guest performers.

"Um."

When Song Ya replied, "Yo!" Fergie had already stood on the edge of the stage and started to stir up the atmosphere.

Hip-hop songs by many people, acrobatic girls falling from the sky, graceful chair dances, "Aiseeutepego, Aiaiseeutepego..." Finally, in the encore of AiSeEuTePego, which is the favorite of Latin American fans, jets of dry ice completely enveloped the stage.

"No! APLUS! No! Don't go! Don't leave me!"

At the last moment, he saw the desperate eyes of those fanatical female fans who were in pain as if the world was ending. They cried and stretched out their hands to him, trying hard enough, trying hard enough, as if they wanted to freeze time at this moment.

"Perfect! Awesome!"

Before taking off his ears, he heard the director cheering on the radio.

"Thank you for your accompaniment."

Song Ya walked off the stage with her arms around the accordion players, "Celebration party!" He announced loudly to the cast and crew behind the curtain, and they cheered again.

"Can you tell me?"

Anschutz's men regrouped in the break room, this time with expressions of concern no longer concealed.

"Shxt!"

Hugged to enter the door after being called, he saw someone insert a cassette into the video recorder, turn on the TV, and then there were countless missed calls in the mobile phone handed over by Old Mike.

They're all working together to keep it from me, right? He glared at old Mike.

‘Crime and Punishment of Hip Hop. '

The logo of the CBS music channel appeared on the TV screen, with a big title, and a picture of 2PAC sitting in the co-pilot and Su Ge Knight driving before his death was photographed by the paparazzi.

"On September 13th, the hip-hop star 2PAC died in a shooting. This is where the incident happened. I was standing at this intersection. At that time, the car he was riding in was waiting for the traffic lights..."

A strange-looking young white male stood on the streets of Las Vegas at night, talking to the camera, "The police in Las Vegas and Los Angeles have not arrested the real suspect so far. I understand that they have arrested some people. , but soon released again..."

Song Ya has read a lot of relevant news and reports in the past twenty days. He looked at Anschutz's man wonderingly.

The other party made a gesture to signal to continue reading.

"I won't just focus on this sad thing today. In fact, the hip-hop music circle, or if we narrow it down, the tragic events in the rap circle and even the gangsta rap circle are far more than this one, 2PAC Just the most famous one. He wasn't the first rap star to die at gunpoint, and I don't think he'll be the last..."

The white man spoke in a very clear manner, and the accompanying picture was changed from a street view to a photo of a singer who died unexpectedly. Many black faces passed through the picture like a revolving door. Below the subtitles, their real names were marked with stage names in small quotation marks.

Little Lowry's face was placed in the middle, and it also flashed past.

"Why? Why is vendetta repeated in this circle, and one young life after another has left us..."

The white man began to ask, "What rules do they follow? Who kills them? An individual? Or society as a whole?"

"Who does he think he is?"

Standing behind Song Ya and watching together, William Adams and others cursed that they should be very upset that a white person should discuss this on behalf of the black group.

"Shh!" Fergie put her index finger to her mouth.

"I dare not say that I know this circle best, but I have indeed been carefully and silently visiting and investigating for several years."

The white man seemed to have heard William Adams' complaints, and he continued: "I remember the first interview assignment, when I was still working for the New York Times, the editor told me that there was a very vicious shooting in Harlem. , yes, as some fans may remember, it was the shooting at a nightclub in Harlem."

The accompanying picture begins with news photos of the nightclub incident in Harlem.

"Shxt!" Song Ya remembered who this white man was. He didn't know this man, but he knew his existence a long time ago.

"I did a lot of work, on-the-spot investigation, and interviews with the parties... It's just a pity that the special report was not published at that time." The white man continued: "Here, I thank CBS for allowing my report to finally be broadcast. .”

Song Ya glanced left and right, and everyone was watching quietly. The New York Times' failure to publish the report was the result of William Morris' public relations. Unexpectedly, this reporter went to CBS to continue.

CBS...

Howard Stringer, the current president of Sony North America, is the former president of CBS.

Thinking of the sudden suicide of the key person in the Motula wiretapping case three months ago, and the serious attitude of Anschutz and others present, he felt that the situation was a little bit bad.

The TV scene cuts from Las Vegas to a bridge, and the white man is strolling on the bridge, "But first we are not talking about the shooting at the nightclub in Harlem, but the long ago, Brooklyn and the Bronx, New York. 'Battle of the Bridge' between district rappers, in the eighties..."

Instead, he recounts the history of Beef in hip-hop.

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