Chapter 78 Disaster

Running down the second week in the south, Song Ya and the client quickly found the right location. His I feel it coming is suitable for the kind of slow rock bar, where men and women are very close. With this suggestive song Little Love Song swayed her body slightly, entered the mood, and then...

Then Song Ya and the store can't control it anyway, anyway, the wine can sell a lot more, a win-win situation.

After singing, Song Ya went to the backstage to get the cash and left. Sometimes he could catch three shows in one night, and the salary for a single show ranged from 2,000 to 5,000 dollars. Those who can buy a car and a house at the same time, the singer's money is really easy to earn.

Occasionally, you will encounter bad debts, not from the merchants, but from the middlemen who make the deal. Since cash transactions are all based on verbal agreements, some local brokers who only do one-shot transactions will turn their faces and refuse to accept the debt afterwards. When it reaches 5,000 dollars, then only 2,000 or even 1,000 dollars will be used to send Song Ya away.

They are very knowledgeable, and they have some influence in the local area. Knowing that your singer has a fast schedule, good money, and doesn't want to take risks, they will never waste time and cost on a local assassin. They can only admit bad luck and leave. They are also very good at picking targets. Song Ya, a combination of a mixed race with a black follower and three honest whites, does not bully whites and does not bully. If it is replaced by a large and impulsive rock band, or Little Lowry The kind of black singer who has a manager of Mexican descent before and after, they will weigh it carefully.

"FXXX! If I had a gun..."

Coming out of a nightclub in Miami in disgrace, Al yelled angrily, "Shoot that NGer for sure!"

The negotiated three thousand and five turned into one thousand. Song Ya was upset, but she had no intention of entanglement. She looked at her watch, "I told you not to carry guns, we don't carry guns!" He took a penny of the money in his hand For two, it doesn't matter if there are two more or two less, and throw it to Al and Delay, "That's it, we have to catch the plane back to Chicago."

There are still two events waiting for him in Chicago. One is the New Year's party of the affirmative organization invited by Michelle, and he promised to present a song. Call yourself to go, probably can't escape singing the last time.

During this trip to the south, he earned $150,000 a week. In addition to the $50,000 in odds and ends, Columbia Records also got him a chance to perform at the New Year’s Eve party in Atlanta. The event was sponsored by the local rich and powerful Coca-Cola Company, and he sang for four minutes. The remuneration is 200,000 knives, which is divided 50-50 with the performing arts company under Columbia Records.

When he becomes famous in the future, his worth will have to rise. Song Ya still has an apocalyptic song "Remember The Name" in his hand, so he doesn't panic at all.

The three of them dragged the musical instrument case in their hands tiredly, and walked to the side of the road to call a taxi. A small van across the street suddenly started, then turned around and made a beautiful flick. It stopped in front of the three of them.

"Hey! NGer! I just saw the money in your hands, take it out, take it out!"

The car door was opened, and the two Hispanics in the posture and the passenger seat were holding pistols, and the black muzzles were pointed straight at the three of them.

"Quick! Quick!" They kept looking around nervously, the streets of Miami were still busy in the early morning, "I'll count to three, and shoot if I don't give! One!"

"FXXX!" Al yelled, "You Mexicans!"

"Fuck you Mexicans, we're Cubans!"

"Hey! Don't give them that shit! Give me the money! Quick! Two!" The guy in the driver's seat pulled the trigger.

"Give it to them." What else can Song Ya say, just continue to admit bad luck.

After all, Al hadn't dared to resist at the gunpoint of the Cubans, so he angrily threw the rice knife he had just obtained.

"You white man! Don't play tricks!" After the other party got Dilai's money,

Pointing the gun at Song Ya again, "You! On the neck!"

"FXXX!" Song Ya had no choice but to untie the big thick gold chain that Lao Qiao gave him. He doesn't wear this thing at all. to leave him.

"FXXXYOU! Quick!" The other party got the gold chain that Song Ya had thrown, stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly turned off.

This is... a bit embarrassing, the guy in the driver's seat frantically turned the key to start the ignition, and the broken car kept roaring.

"FXXX! Why don't you Cuban scum get out of America!" Al yelled.

"We are here for the stupid X invited by the US government!" The guy in the passenger seat had nothing to do anyway, hanging his elbows on the car window, with his gun hanging outside the car, "You captured NGers should go back Africa."

"go away!"

"go away!"

"..."

After two or three minutes of bickering, the car finally started and drove away, "Don't let me catch you in the future!" Al yelled at the buttocks of the car that were emitting black smoke.

The Cuban poked his head out of the car window and gave him the middle finger.

"Really, if I brought a gun." Al scolded and turned around, seeing Song Ya and Di Lai sitting on the side of the road with the musical instrument box as a stool, "What are you doing?"

"You're not afraid of them shooting." Dilai stood up and continued waving for a taxi on the street.

As a white man, he showed up and was twice as likely to be stopped by a taxi than Al.

"They dare not." Al stepped forward and lifted the box.

The three of them didn't bother to call the police, not to mention that they couldn't hope to solve the case at all, and it wouldn't be embarrassing enough to spread the word.

At the airport, I met Hayden and the people from Columbia Records, and hurried back to Chicago.

"Well……"

Finally lying on the soft sofa at home, Song Ya took a sip of the coffee poured by Emily.

In 1990, talking passed in the rush...

He casually picked up the Rolling Stone magazine left for him on the table, and turned to the section related to himself. The well-known Philadelphia DJ and music critic Philby, who was the one who almost fought with Old Joe before, wrote a signed short review in the magazine .

'To be honest, I sniffed when I heard I feel it coming for the first time. Although the use of electronic music is very innovative, but APLUS sang it too MJ, so this song can get the first place on the billboard list. I was very surprised by the results of the fifteenth week and the eleventh the next week. But after thinking about it, maybe the market has been waiting too long for MJ's new song. His last album "BAD" was released in 1987. From this point of view, listening to I feel it coming now is also a kind of feeling in MJ's new song. Talk about a way to quench your thirst before the exclusive release. '

"This guy, he can't talk without being yin and yang, right?"

Song Ya picked up another North American Billboard's annual list. In 1990, Billboard's annual singles chart ranked first (non-sales), "hold on", from the Wilson sisters and Phillips combination of SBK. Billboard's number one selling album, '?Rhythm 1814', comes from Janet Jackson.

Thrift Store's No. 72 on the singles chart was overwhelmed by a large number of singles that did not sell as well as it did.

On the contrary, Zhi De Klerk just got into the top 50 and ranked 50th.