Chapter 972 (1/2)
In the middle of August, the Spanish duet La flamenco music, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena, and Macarena have been on the charts for two weeks. In order to adapt to the English market, the versions of the charts have been mixed, the lyrics and melodies have been brainwashed, and the MV is also very magical.
Song ya, who is lazily lying in bed watching MTV, grins silently and grins. The intense work during this period makes him tired. It is mainly touring. During the two-hour tour, we should sing, dance, walk, interact with backstage, audience, musicians and dance groups, and prepare for all kinds of unexpected situations. All information comes from all directions in a small and disorderly way.
The lyrics and dance steps of more than a dozen songs
This is a global tour that tens of thousands of people will come to the scene in person. It is not the same concept as the previous water trial concerts. Anschuz company has high expectations for itself, and has invested a lot of manpower and material resources for the ”full score” tour. During the rehearsal, their people are not so bow and whisper to themselves, and to some extent, they can even be regarded as severe.
Singing and dancing every day, sweat has to wet several T-shirts. Now Song Ya can also understand why MJ will have physical problems during the interval of his tour around the world. He is really tired. No wonder some rock bands often run half way through the tour, and their internal conflicts are aroused, and the brothers quarrel to break up.
He glanced at shirenfen, who was in her pajamas doing her bedtime maintenance in front of her dressing mirror, picked up the remote control and changed the channel.
”Haha, this silly fork...”
Suddenly, I saw the face of 2pac on the small screen. I just got off his private plane. It should be in Las Vegas. The white man in suit and leather shoes stood under the boarding ladder, holding a box in his hands. After 2pac went down, he opened the box, which contained stacks of cash and gold watches and other luxury goods. ”Wow, cool...” 2pac hooked his fingers to the camera and motioned the photographer to get close to the pile of money, ”look at this, look at these Ha ha. ” With a bundle of bills in each hand, he showed off with a heartless smile.
”It's all a casino routine. You can't lose.”
Hip hop singers love face. Las Vegas casinos give them face. Song Ya thinks he doesn't have the self-control, and he retreats with the rewards from the casinos like himself.
”I've been recording songs recently. I've recorded a lot of songs without accompaniment. I think I may not have much time. Every second now is very precious...”
2pac began to respond to reporters after enough poses were placed in the same frame with the box of money and luxury car fleet of private planes and casinos.
”This guy doesn't really want to do something to biggie. He's going to jail again.”
Song Ya yawned, ”when you have time to go to gambling city, I'm glad to say that time is precious...”
Maybe it's the public relations guy who spat on the camera after being harassed by paparazzi on the street in Los Angeles? At that time, the scene was also very funny. He was wearing a red sweater of blood gang and jeans with his belt falling under his buttocks. He ran around in the paparazzi like a child who had not grown up. He spat at every shot. When he got on the bus, he stuck out his body in the front passenger seat and pretended to want to speak. When the paparazzi got close to him, he suddenly continued to spit. Finally, he left with a dirty word and laughed wildly.
”It's childish...”
is not at all make complaints about himself. Song Ya can't wait to watch TV and Tucao Tucao.
”Boss...”
Sherifen had just gently removed the remote control from his hand when Jimmy knocked on the door outside.
”He's rested.” Sherifen whispered her refusal through the door.
”Mr. o'gredien is here. There should be something urgent. Can you wake him up?” Said Jimmy.
”So late? Can't tomorrow? He's tired
”Wake up, Mr. o'gredien insisted.”