Chapter 392 God, Please Give Me a Little More

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"Where are you? Your classmates were all abandoned by the girl, and now they are all huddled in a corner sadly. I heard they are discussing going back to school!"

In the early hours of the morning, Big A's phone came after her: "And that Latin girl is here too."

"um, I……"

Song Ya glanced at Xue Linfen beside her, she brushed away the ends of her hair stuck together with sweat, "Go."

"Do you really need to leave early tomorrow morning?" Song Ya asked.

"The crew of Three Hearts has been waiting for six weeks, and the director may replace me at any time." She replied.

"You don't have to shoot..."

"Don't say such childish words as."

"Call me dear, and you already know whether I'm naive or not, right?" Song Ya teased.

"Go, go, stop making trouble." She pushed Song Ya away who wanted to push him over again, "We'll talk about it after the movie is finished..."

"Okay!" Song Ya was immediately happy. This sentence showed that she didn't intend to keep good memories of just one night.

Saying goodbye to the lazy beauty, Song Ya put on her clothes and hurried downstairs. The midterm exam was over, and she felt that she did well in the exam. Thinking about Xue Linfen, every pore in his body exudes joy.

'squeak! ’ A taxi was parked under the apartment building, and their manager Tim hurriedly got out of the car, and met his eyes when he was paying, "a..." He was very surprised.

"Hmph, you must be one step behind me this time!" Song Yaxin said, glaring at him again, without bothering to say hello, and quickly got into his Mercedes-Benz.

Old Mike started the engine and headed for Highland Park.

‘Boom boom boom boom’, Fergie called over the team that held the rave party last time, and most of them were writhing wildly on the lawn following the rhythm of the music and laser lights.

This time point is probably the happiest time for the guests. No one noticed the black Mercedes gliding into the garage.

"Why are you all here? Aren't you going to dance?" Song Ya saw the students chatting about Shakespeare in the corner of the living room at a glance.

"As, we plan to go back." Excited brother looked frustrated, "Your party was great, but it was too noisy for us, and we couldn't stand the high-frequency flickering lights."

"Well……"

Song Ya glanced at the girls who were having fun outside, it seemed that it was really difficult to have a common language...

"It's our fault, we can't let go..." Another student reflected on himself.

"There's nothing you can't let go of. So, what kind of dance will you dance?" Song Ya couldn't disappoint the students today.

"Cha Cha?" Excited Brother said, "I practiced for the high school prom."

"It's just okay..." There were quite a few classmates meeting.

"Cha-cha..." Cha-cha, which was popular in the 1950s, was danced at the party of music trend pioneer as? Song Ya was stunned for a while, who cares, this is my house, I have the final say, just chacha! "Wait for me for a while."

"Hey! Stop! Stop!" Fergie didn't set up a stage this time, so he went around to the DJ booth, "Dion!" The person staring at the stage was Dion Wilson, the head of the production department of his own record company Son.

"Dion!"

It was indeed too noisy, so he simply took off the earphones on the head of Dion who was in high spirits.

"As! He finally showed up!" Dion shouted into the microphone after drinking a lot.

The dancing men and women suddenly cheered loudly, "as! as!" Many of them were not their own people, so the guests of this party behaved more like groupies.

"Dion!" Song Ya yelled into his ear: "Change the music to Cha Cha, and turn on the lights, don't keep blinking!"

"Are you sure? Cha Cha?" Dion laughed.

"I'm sure, I didn't drink!" Song Ya said.

"Then wait, I'll get the vinyl disc." Dieng had no choice but to leave the DJ booth and walk to the second floor of the villa.

There is a small recording studio with all internal organs, and some disc stocks of Song Ya.

Song Ya followed. In the recording studio, a short blond girl was singing Latin songs with headphones. It was Shakira, Halle Berry and Amy Adams who were watching quietly with glasses of wine, their faces full of intoxication.

"Sorry, I'm late."

While Dion was looking for vinyl discs, Song Ya hugged her from behind.

"Hi!" The Latin girl turned around and responded enthusiastically, wearing the tassel necklace she gave her around her neck.

"I'm going." Dion casually found some records and went out, "You wait for me." It was agreed in advance that it was not convenient for them to appear in the sight of outsiders. Knowing that this is a critical period for the announcement of Fergie's new album, they are willing to cooperate.

Song Ya hurriedly greeted the two of them, and followed them downstairs.

"Hey! It's... just the right time!" Dieng bit the bullet and turned off the laser light, turned on the light, and illuminated the scene, and the dancing crowd suddenly stopped.

"Chacha!? Don't do that!"

In the crowd, Charlize Theron's height was very conspicuous. She put her arms around the two female followers and shouted: "We don't dance that old-fashioned dance!" She seemed to be drunk.

"Do you like drinking so much? Isn't it because of her father's alcoholism..." Song Ya really couldn't figure out the heart of this South African girl.

"It was your idea?" Fergie also came out from the crowd. "Break the atmosphere!" she protested.

"Help me dear." The protest was ineffective, and Song Ya hugged her real girlfriend to comfort her.

Jazz and mambo music suitable for cha-cha dancing sounded on the spot.

"Okay." Any dance doesn't affect the fun. People who like to party are very adaptable. People put a little distance between each other, keep up with the beat, and dance right away.

"Come on." Song Ya put his arms around Brother Xingxing's shoulders and dragged him into the 'dance floor', "Hey, this is my classmate, he... Let him tell you by himself."

Like the matchmaker, she settled the students down one by one, and if she couldn't figure it out, she really couldn't help it.

"Let's dance too! Come up! Brother!" Tony poked his head out from the balcony on the second floor and shouted at himself.

Upstairs are all real people. Song Ya went back and picked Shakira. The two jumped up on the balcony, then changed to Harley, and then Amy...

Then, Fergie also heard the news and followed...

He danced and drank a glass of wine, completely immersed in the atmosphere of the party, deeply drunk, and beautiful familiar faces danced, twirled, danced, laughed, and had fun in front of his eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen! abono5!"

At the end of the song, Dion switched to a piece by Cuban jazz master érezrado.

Another song of the same name rang in Song Ya's mind at the same time. It seemed to be a sample. No, it far exceeded the ratio specified by the sample. It could almost be regarded as a remix of érezrado's abono5 original song.

one o three four five

One two three four five!

everybody the care on let's ride

When everyone is ready, we will start the car right away!

"Hi, I came here secretly." Kasiti suddenly appeared with Taraji, "I asked Taraji to pick me up. How did you do on the midterm exam?"

This...how come there are more and more forests, and there are almost two tables of mahjong...

"Hi..." Song Ya shook her feet, smiled and hugged her, "It's just a midterm exam, you have to have confidence in me. Do you want to dance together?"

"Chacha? I only know a little bit."

"Everyone is the same."

Song Ya danced with her again.

ilike cassidy, xuelin, amy and maria

andasintueyouknowthey'rett'sweeter

As I rise, they'll be as sweet as honey

whatcanidoireallybegyouylord

toflirt'it'sjtlikeasort

anythgflyit'sallgoodletduit

lease set the true! "Al, get me a trumpet!"

Al went to get a trumpet, raised his hand and threw it over.

He caught it, and saw that Charis came up at some point, leaning against the door of the balcony entrance, holding a glass of wine and looking at him expressionlessly.

give my life a little more charis

Give me a little bit of Shakira

i need a little more harley

i want to see a little bit of mira

Maria in a little sunshine

a little bit of taraji of the night

a little bit of fergie now

alittle bit of you akes you'rean!

Chicago 1990

Chicago 1990