Chapter 801? From South America to New York
ya se que no vendras
I know you won't come back,
todo lo que fue
everything we ever had,
el tiempo lo dejo atras
Time leaves them behind...
Colombia’s first Bogota, Shakira sat with her guitar in front of the enthusiastic audience in her hometown, playing and singing to the microphone barefoot. Her Pies Descalzos album was released on October 6th, a little earlier than Song Ya’s. The main focus of the Chinese album is definitely the South American market. Recently, with the help of Sony Columbia South America Branch, they have been running around to promote the album. The manager, Estefan, the boss of Sony Columbia Records' Latin American Gang, is very optimistic about this album and accompanied him throughout the process.
lo que nos paso
I know the days we spent together are no more,
no repetira jamas
It will not be reproduced in the future.
mil anos no me alcanzaran
Even if the millennium
para borrarte y olvidar
Not enough for me to erase you, or forget you...
She is now singing the title song of the album, Estoy Aquí, which has performed very well on the Spanish music charts. The little girl who came back from the gold-plated country in the United States, the audience in her hometown is very respectful. In Colombia, where piracy is rampant, the sales data still exceeds the expectations of Sony Columbia Records. .
entre fotos y cuandernos
between photos and journals
entre cosas y recuerdos
between things and memories
que no puedo comprender
I do not understand
estoy enloqueciendome,
cambiando
I do not understand
un pie por la cara mia
I went crazy and turned my feet into my face,
esta noche por el dia que
Day and night, I can't do anything (I don't understand Spanish, the lyrics are copied from Yunmusic)
After the song was over, the emotions of the audience were almost out of control. The optimist South Americans had never lacked violence in their blood. They began to play with crowds like watching football, pushing each other, and the crowd rushed to the stage like a dark cloud. Nearby, attack the military and police defense line that is in full swing.
Frowning, Estefan kept gesturing to her to step down from the side of the stage.
"Thank you, I love you, I love Colombia!" Shakira had to say a few words before leaving the stage, "What's wrong?"
"It's too messy here, so be it, we'll go back to Brazil tomorrow."
Estefan said.
"OK."
She looked sadly at the excited crowd outside, untied the guitar, handed it to the assistant, and immediately went backstage to pack up her things. Colombia is now politically corrupt, the economy is not good, and violent incidents are emerging one after another. It is also the stronghold of South American drug dealers and the gaming industry. She loves and hates this hometown.
After packing halfway, the head of the police also came over, but instead of talking about security issues, he asked with a playful smile surrounded by the entourage: "Miss Shakira, can I have the honor to invite you to dinner? Just tonight, at the city Best restaurant in the area.”
"Sorry, we're leaving for Brazil."
Estefan blocked the singer with a dark face, "Miss Shakira is very tired."
"Oh, forget it, next time I have a chance to come to Bogota... I will treat you well." The police chief was a little jealous of him, and continued to harass him narcissistically for a few words before leaving.
"Let's go, don't worry about personal belongings, I will let someone clean up."
Estefan couldn't care about anything else, "This group of 'thieves' who think they are lovers can't get rid of them if they stick to them. We must stay away from them immediately."
It was so chaotic here, even the police and the robbers were indistinguishable, the group left in a hurry and set off for Brazil overnight.
Brazil is an outlier in Latin America. It speaks Portuguese, and its economy is also the general among South American shorties. They also have a high acceptance of Spanish songs, and the difference between the two languages is not that great. Shakira's new album also sold very well here, and the local branch specially prepared a celebration party for her.
October is a pleasant month in the southern hemisphere. On Rio's invincible beaches, the men wear shorts and the girls wear colorful dresses.
Nossa, nossa...
The familiar voice of a scumbag came out from the loudspeaker, and everyone danced lightly.
"Is APLUS popular here too?" asked Estefan.
"In the professional circle, yes." The head of the Brazilian branch replied, "We all like this saliva song by our counterparts in the United States. Miss Shakira, how about you?" He noticed that Shakira was sullenly supporting Sun hat drinking soda.
The girl curled her lips and asked, "Is it because American singers took the initiative to sing Portuguese songs?"
"There is this factor, but... don't you think this song is very good? It should be a love song he wrote to his wife Mariah Carey? It's so romantic. Miss Kelly's father is black Hispanic, right?"
The other party replied cheerfully.
"Venezuelan, Portuguese is not spoken there." Shakira retorted.
"That's right, who knows, anyway, there are not many big American singers who are willing to release Portuguese songs."
The other party continued to say unintentionally, "Oh right! I almost forgot, Ms. Shakira, you were the female lead of his MV a few years ago, right? Beautiful Girls? What's your impression of him? Is Mariah Carey getting married? In fact, that song also caused a small trend in Brazil for a while. I didn’t say that if you took advantage of the popularity and released a blog here, the results would be better. It’s a pity... "
"I don't think it's a pity!"
Shakira couldn't stand it anymore, took off her hat and dress to reveal her bikini, and ran directly into the sea.
"She seems a bit fatter than she was in Beautiful Girls? Mr. Estefan, you have to restrain yourself. Fat girls are not popular now."
The annoying branch manager's voice poured into her ears from behind, "Fxxk!" Furious, she swears a dirty word in English, and she plunges into the water. Angrily, he stood up and beat the sea water with both fists.
"Oh, by the way, APLUS will come here in November to participate in a nationwide broadcast of platter singing, how did you arrange it?"
The conversation on the beach continued, Estefan asked.
"It's the finale, I didn't say anything, the MV of Ai Se Eu Te Pego will be broadcast here simultaneously." The branch manager replied.
"Arrange Shakira to play behind him? Can it be done? I'll ask APLUS to introduce her after singing." Estefan had an idea.
"The finale means..."
"I'll give you a good return. APLUS will definitely not be unhappy. Believe me, I have a very good relationship with him." Estefan blinked and hinted.
"Yo, Dame, I heard you started selling alcohol?"
Brooklyn, Damon Dash's home has more and more visitors this week, they are the "middleman" of various bars and nightclubs, "Grey Goose vodka? The one in your hand on the cover of the APLUS album?"
"Yeah, the same one he's holding in the I Gotta Feeling MV."
Damon Dash let a black man in with a smile. "Who wants it? You?"
"Yes, it's me, I'll help; 54 Nightclub wants it, and they are out of stock there, and many customers are asking, you know, those Manhattan girls." The other party replied.
"How much?" Damon Dash leisurely tore off a bill of lading from A+ Liquor, smoking a cigarette.
"One hundred pieces."
"I'll only give you twenty pieces." Damon Dash wrote the number and signature, "I don't accept credit."
"Hey, Come on Dame, this number is too far off." The other party held out his hand while protesting.
"Do you want it?"
Damon Dash drew back the delivery note, "I'm also out of stock here, and now this wine is very popular in Quanmi, you don't know it."
"Don't be like this, I'm joking." The other party snatched the receipt from him, "Will I always look for you in the future?"
"This is the case for the time being. When the supply comes up in the future, you can contact our New York distributor, or go to Seagram's sales channel to ask."
Damon Dash left another phone number for the other party, "By the way, you guys arranged a show for my brother Jazzy? He's about to post a post, can you do it?"
"No problem, as long as you keep giving me APLUS wine... I really envy you Dame, you don't have to do anything, you can collect money at home."
The other party looked at his house again, "Isn't selling wine less profitable than what you used to sell? You don't have to go to and from prison."
"Hey, pay attention to what you say, I'm helping APLUS." Damon Dash didn't want to hear the embarrassing past, so he pushed the other person out of the door.
"I know, I know hehe." The other party went out with a playful smile.
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