Chicago 1990

The extremely disappointed Chicagoans fled from the sad place of Detroit one after another. Old Joe and the others had to continue their publicity trip to Indiana. Song Ya was naturally going to go back with Mila. Taking advantage of the opportunity before the parting, he grabbed Tony, and the brothers had a good relationship. Cross heart.

　　His idea is very simple, anyway, now he can afford a helper, it makes no sense that his brother has to be an attendant for others.

Tony also frankly refused. For one thing, he was used to Song Ya, the boss of the original owner of the body, and didn't want to be commanded in turn by his brother whose temperament changed drastically after crossing. Secondly, the interaction between brothers and sisters after adulthood was originally. It will not be as frequent as when I was a child, and I would live separately. Of course, the main reason is that it’s better to follow the singer’s “welfare”. He is now following him every day in nightclubs and strip bars all over the country. He can also pick up the leftovers Refers to some girls who have **** with celebrities)', and finally he showed Jin Lao and the AJ shoes under his feet again.

　　 "I and Lori are brothers too," Tony said.

　　 Song Ya couldn't force it, he still had to focus on the single, so he could only go with Tony.

　　 Another weekend, Grant Park, Chicago.

　　FXXXYOU's first public appearance has finally come.

　　 "I'm so nervous." Milla hid in the backstage and looked outside. "Why don't they look here?" she asked.

Thousands of people have gathered in the park square, and the number of people is still increasing. They are looking for places in front of the stage, talking and talking, waiting and waiting. The scene is very noisy and the order is normal. Police officers and volunteers are working hard. To maintain.

　　 "This is not a music festival." Song Ya laughed and joked: "You are just a warm-up singer, don't take yourself too much." He tried his best to relieve Mila's emotions.

　　 Equal rights rally, politician speeches are the highlight, the performance is only a small detail, no one will pay attention to playing the wrong tune or singing the wrong tune.

　　 "It's our turn in one hour, come here."

The propaganda officer sent by SBK recruited the band together and carefully told, "We are in line after the children’s choir. When the children leave, Dila, you will put the drums up. The conditions here are simple and there are many jobs. If you can rely on yourself, there are volunteers who will help, but be careful not to let them bump the equipment. Be sure to check the various wiring before the performance. Mira..."

He took Mila to the edge of the stage, pointed at the camera below, and said: "This is the only camera that belongs to us. You should take care of it as much as possible when you perform. Your lens feels very good. I believe you, don’t Messed up."

　　 "I understand, I understand." Mira nodded her head like a chicken pecking rice.

The scale of this rally is not small, and it will inevitably appear in major news media. How many Mira shots can be inserted in it depends on SBK's public relations capabilities and the camera. It is still an old problem, and swear words are hard to come by. SBK's publicity strategy is very professional.

Dile and the drummer kept taking deep breaths and stretching their limbs, and from time to time they jumped on the spot. The guitar and bass players immersed themselves in silently playing the strings and moving their fingers. Although rock musicians always give others the impression that no one is a bird, they become famous. Under the tremendous pressure of the people, how can these young people avoid tension?

　　 "Don't be nervous!" The propaganda officer shouted.

　　 Everyone gets more nervous.

　　 Song Ya is still a baby herself, and can't help much. She can only walk around the five people, pat the back of this one, the shoulder of that, and say some words of encouragement.

　　 In the blink of an eye, only half an hour is left before the performance.

　　 A black soprano on the stage was singing, the noise of the scene gradually subsided, and people's attention was shifted to the stage.

"Come on, make up some makeup." Mrs. Jovovich rushed back from Los Angeles and brought a middle-aged female assistant. She stared at the female assistant to make up for Mira and took out the small bottle from her bag. Vodka.

　　 It’s not always a problem to stimulate the state by drinking. Song Ya has gradually banned Mila from drinking during the rehearsal. Ms. Mao's volume of alcohol is already large, and it is not good to drink.

　　Mila looked at Song Ya.

　　 "Today is more important..." Song Ya nodded after thinking about it, "Drink, not as an example."

　　 Mila took the bottle and took a big mouthful.

　　 "She only listens to you now." Mrs. Jovovich was a little bit curious.

　　Mila chuckled and kissed Song Ya on the cheek, leaving a bright red lip mark, "Make-up and make-up!" Mrs. Jovovich could only go to the maid's assistant.

　　 The children's choir in the front began to perform. The typical black gospel style is familiar to the audience below, and many people are singing along.

　　 At this time, everyone in the backstage did not speak. They waited silently for the children to finish their performance and lined up under the leadership of the teacher. Dile and the musicians hurriedly picked up the various components of the drum set and got busy on stage.

　　 "Please come here, Milla Jovovich! What she brought to us is... To De Klerk!"

　　 The host of the string field waited for Dilei to finish debugging and announced loudly.

　　 "I'm on stage..." Mira Jiujin came up, blushing.

　　 "Well, go." Song Ya patted her fleshy butt.

　　Mila came on stage. After all, it was not a concert, and there was no cheering. The people below watched quietly.

　　Considering the conservative tendency of the audience, she dresses more like the female singer who sings country music today. She wears jeans with a simple and refreshing plain shirt. Only a knot is tied at the bottom of the shirt to show her figure. During the performance, Song Ya also specifically asked to put away the **** kitten set, just as generous.

　　 "Hello, everyone!" Mila, who came up with Jiu Jin, did not have stage fright at all, adjusted the microphone stand to a suitable position, and greeted the audience loudly.

　　 "Camera! Camera!" SBK's propaganda officer raised his hand to his lips and reminded loudly.

　　 "Hi~"

　　Mila immediately turned her body slightly, and smiled towards the camera.

　　 The person in charge of publicity breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God, it's okay."

　　 Song Ya shrugged. After all, Mila has been on the cover of magazines since she was nine years old, and she entered the modeling scene when she was eleven. This is something she will never forget.

　　Mila turned her head back to give Dile a look, Dile nodded, pressed the keys, and the music sounded.

　　 "Lookinside, Lookinside yourtinymind..." Mira's fresh and slightly childish voice sounded.

　　 When she sang Hua Q~ Hua Q~, Hua Qveryverymuch, UU read www.uukanshu. Many people in the com audience laughed loudly.

Halfway through 　　, Song Ya observed that many people had raised their hands and began to tap the music, especially the male audience close to the stage, staring at Mila, their eyes could not move away.

　　 "Good, good, good effect." The person in charge of publicity is very satisfied with the effect.

　　 "Really?" Mrs. Jovovich didn't quite understand, he looked at Song Ya, and Song Ya gave him a positive expression.

　　 "Flower Q~"

When 　　 sang Hua Q for the second time, there was an episode in the audience. A middle-aged white man in front of the stage suddenly cried out: "I want to spend Q too!" The crowd nearby caused a burst of laughter.

　　 Mila on the stage had to take care of the camera while singing, and didn't notice this scene at all.

　　 After singing a song, "Thank you!" She bowed to the audience, and then reported with a warm cheer and whistle...

　　Mila exited the stage, and a Baptist priest who had been to Old Joe Music came on stage. He shook his head at the audience below and smiled bitterly at the microphone, "Mr. De Klerk won't like this song..."

　　 This line that has already been set up again drew people's laughter.

　　 "Remove apartheid!" Below, a volunteer raised their arms and shouted, and everyone started chanting slogans to him.

　　 The atmosphere of the scene gradually increased.

　　 "Why haven't I heard this song?"

　　 "The singer is not well-known, please go to the video store and look for it. There should be her records on sale."

　　 "Well, the records of this kind of little singer are usually in an inconspicuous place. We have to look through the shelves again."

　　 "What is this girl's name? Why do I think she is a bit familiar?"

　　 Song Ya in the background heard the whispered conversations of several volunteers nearby, and the stone finally fell.

　　 hand in papers!