Chapter 1069? Come to My Concert

There is only one Mandela. The newly-in-power African National Congress group has often said some politically incorrect things in public in the past two years, or made some small international jokes, which made the American African-American stars who supported them before We have to carefully screen and keep a distance from some of them.

But the diplomatic ambassador to Mimi should not be there. Although Song Ya was taken aback, she still received the other party politely under the introduction of the South African singer, shook hands and took a group photo, accepted the greetings conveyed by the other party to Mandela, and chatted a few words about herself In the charity activities in South Africa, perhaps because the voices of discrimination and persecution were too loud before, the ambassador knew everything about the Bahn case and his confrontation with the conservative media.

"Anyway remember you have our support, APLUS."

Before leaving, the ambassador said: "I'm sorry to disturb your rehearsal. I'll see you in the hall later. I'm looking forward to your new music. It sounded great just outside the door."

"Lobby? I still have box tickets..." Song Ya expressed his affection.

"No." The ambassador smiled. "I want to sit in the first row with the governor and mayor...you know, they like to be photographed by TV."

"Oh, I see, I'm sorry, I'm a little out of my mind now."

After watching the other party leave, Song Ya shook his head and complained wryly to everyone in the rehearsal room, "It's really long-winded..." He raised his baton amidst everyone's laughter, "Forget it, let's continue..."

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With a history of 100 years, the Chicago Symphony Center, designed according to the architectural style of the Georgian Dynasty, still retains the glitz and luxury of the British classical theater. It provides a separate dressing room for VIPs to store their bloated clothes for the cold winter in Chicago. It is a bar and a lounge. social space.

"Mr. Governor, madam."

Peter and Alicia were holding a child each. As soon as they entered the door, a waiter came over to help take off their coats, "And you..." The waiter served the two children again, "Please wait..." Soon, send them back Four numbered, coin-style deposit receipts.

Staring at the children's lively pounce on the large single sofa, "It's a bit worn out here." Alicia pointed to the well-maintained interior furnishings that showed traces of time grinding everywhere.

"It's going to be extensively refurbished soon," Peter said. "It's going to cost a lot of money."

"Your state government?" Alicia asked.

"It should be a little bit, depending on the situation of private donations... This is a matter for the city of Chicago, let little Daly have a headache first." Peter smiled, "What would you like to drink? Champagne?" He motioned for the waiter to come over, "Two glasses of champagne and two glasses of juice, thank you."

The family of four is very beautiful, and soon celebrities came to say hello and praised their warm family.

"Don't be so unruly!"

The two children started bouncing on the sofa. Alicia went over to give them a lesson. When they sat down, they turned around and saw Peter sneaking a glance at a young beauty passing by, with Monroe-style hair and makeup. It's very similar to the white evening dress with a big transparent back, even the smile that can kill men is very similar, but it is much taller than Monroe, and the high heels can be about 1.8 meters? He didn't know the governor either, so he ran straight into the entrance of the box area, kicking and stomping all the way.

Peter put the wine glass to his lips, lowered his head slightly, and first glanced at the girl's face with a sneaky squint, then quickly stared at the girl's feet, and then went up step by step until the back disappeared.

"You're disgusting." Alicia said coldly as she waited for him to come back.

"It's just a bit familiar." Peter shrugged without feeling guilty about being caught by his wife.

"I'm looking forward to seeing your ugly behavior exposed by the media again!"

"Don't argue in front of the kids, okay?" Peter fired back. "Who's to tell someone never fulfills God's duty to a wife."

After that, apart from socializing in front of others, the two never said a word to each other in private, and entered the familiar state of cold war.

"Mr. Geffen? Mr. Geffen?"

That 'Monroe' has rushed to the door of the box where David Geffen is,

But was stopped by the waiter in the corridor.

"It's all right, my friend, come in!"

David Geffen turned back and waved to her, "Charles, Charlize Theron, right?"

"Yes, it's an honor to meet you here, Mr. Geffen."

Charis smiled sweetly, went in and hugged and kissed the people in the box.

"Keanu mentioned you to me and praised your acting skills." David Geffen put his arms around her waist in a gentlemanly manner, "Let me introduce you, Doug Morris, this is..."

David Geffen introduced the executives of Universal Music and Geffen Music in the box to her, "Charles, a newcomer with great potential. Milla Jovovich, do you know each other?"

"Let's get to know each other."

Charis looked at Mira, who was of similar height and was also wearing a gorgeous evening gown. She was serving as a female companion next to Universal Music President Doug Morris. She reached out and shook hands with each other, smiling at each other.

"Sit down, it's still early." David Geffen gestured for her to sit beside him, and continued the interrupted chat.

"Since the Calamity of the Python you starred in is scheduled for April, what about the football stunner? The new album will be released simultaneously with the football stunner, isn't that what APLUS plans?"

But the focus of the discussion is on Mira's side. Doug Morris attaches great importance to this three-year-old actress who paid a lot of money from Song Ya to secure the record on the new A+ record. The people in the room will soon find Charlie Si ignored it as a beautiful vase.

"I don't know the specific date of the football stunner, but the idea of ​​APLUS should be to cooperate with the football World Cup qualifiers in North Milan and the Caribbean..."

Mira replied. In order to match the feminine evening attire, she also wore a black wig today. The straight long hair fell from both sides of her face to her chest. Compared with the flaming red lips makeup, she had a strong visual impact.

"Qualifiers...that's it?" David Geffen asked his men.

"Probably in September or October." The subordinate who was inserted into the new A+ record replied: "In short, Mira's exposure rate this year will be quite guaranteed."

"Wow, you have to take good care of it." Doug Morris nodded in admiration.

"Yes." His subordinates agreed.

"How many songs did APLUS prepare for you?" David Geffen asked.

Mira recalled, "Currently...eight to nine."

"It's all pop rock, punk rock?"

"right."

"Well, then the pressure of posting a book in September and October will definitely not be too great."

David Geffen thought for a while and asked, "How many songs did he compose himself?"

"It's all written by him." Mira continued to answer truthfully.

"Hohoho..." The men in the room laughed knowingly.

"I just said that keeping Mira can't be wrong, right?" David Geffen proudly told others, especially Doug Moore, who was a little opposed to raising the purchase price of A+ records before and used Foxy Brown as a condition to win Mira's singer. Reese showing off.

Doug Morris could only laugh along, "Why don't you sing the title song for us a cappella, Meera."

"The title song? Uh..."

Mira showed a look of embarrassment, "I haven't got the lyrics and music for the title song, but APLUS said it has already been written, so I'll give it to me after I've been busy for a while."

"Yes, he was indeed entangled in many things during this period, that is, the young man's body and energy can carry it."

Doug Morris expressed envy, "Then just pick a song you like and sing a few words."

"Okay, ahem." Mira cleared her throat, and thanked the men who helped clap their hands and beat the beat, "Igotyou, Igotyouonmymind..."

The atmosphere in the box was good. Charis looked at Mira, who was surrounded by stars, and followed the crowd to slap her hands, forced a smile on her face, "If I knew it, I wouldn't have slipped out from Xuelin Fen just to get acquainted with David Geffen." she thought.

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"Where did Charis go?"

In another box, the brightly dressed Xue Linfen asked.

"Going to say hello to Hollywood bigwigs." Linda, who was teasing little Robb with Harley, replied.

"Then give it to me." Xue Linfen led her son to sit outside on the second-floor balcony-style stand.

"It's not over yet..." Linda said.

"Don't be naughty, it's very tall, be careful of falling." Xue Linfen picked up her son and put her on her lap, and stopped him from climbing towards the railing of the stand.

Outside the gate of the Symphony Center, taxis and other vehicles were constantly parked on the side of the road to put down the audience watching the concert.

"Ah! The young people of today..."

Old Barn in formal attire crossed his arms and asked his wife to hold them. He frowned and looked at the family who came here casually in jackets in the distance...I really can't bear it.

"The times are different, old-fashioned." The old friend who also came with his wife said with a smile, "Go in quickly, the show is about to begin."

Two couples of old men and women went to the lobby to find a place to sit down. The front row was Chicago Mayor Daly Jr.'s family. They all knew each other, and while there was still some time, they were all socializing.

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Old Bahn was too lazy to participate, so he picked up the program list on each seat and sat down, "What is this piece? The one after Brahms' Symphony No. 1 in C minor." He didn't know BabaYetu. Vasili vocabulary.

"Maybe it's a sketch for the occasion." The old friend replied.

Symphony orchestra concerts also need freshness, and some seasonal repertoires are often arranged. When performing in other countries, they will also rehearse the country's famous songs to please the local audience. Old Barn knows how to do it, so he didn't ask again.

"It needs to be repaired here." The wife said after looking around.

"Well, they are indeed preparing for renovations. Solti used to have a soft figure when he asked us to raise funds, Barenboy? Hehe, the level is not as good as that of his predecessor, and he is so lonely." Old Barn said with disgust.

"Solti was the same in the early days, it's just a matter of age." The old friend said.

The chatter continued until the musicians filed in and the hall erupted in applause, culminating in Barenboy's final appearance.

Tucao belongs to Tucao, and the old Barn is not stingy with his own applause.

No nonsense, Baron Boyi smiled and bowed to the audience, waved his hands, and then stood on the podium after shaking hands with the principal violinist. The symphony hall fell silent until his baton fell and the magnificent music sounded.

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