"Dion!"
It was too noisy, so he simply took off the earphones from Dion's head who was hilarious.
"As! He finally showed up!" Dion drank a lot and shouted into the microphone.
The dancing men and women suddenly cheered loudly, "as! as!" Many are not their own, so the guests at this party behaved more like star fans.
"Dion!" Song Ya yelled into his ears: "Change the music to dancing and the lights are brighter, don't keep flashing!"
"Are you sure? Cha Cha?" Dion was happy.
"I'm sure, I didn't drink!" Song Ya said.
"Wait then, I'll get the vinyl discs." Dion had to leave the dj station and walk to the second floor of the villa, where there was a small recording studio with all the internal organs and some stocks of Song Ya's discs.
Song Ya followed. In the studio, a short blonde girl was singing Latin songs with headphones on. It was Shakira, Halle Berry and Amy Adams were watching with wine glasses, with a face full of intoxication.
"Sorry, I came back late."
While Dion went to search for the vinyl disc, Song Ya hugged her from behind.
"Hi!" The Latin girl turned around enthusiastically in response, wearing the tassel necklace she gave her on her neck.
"I'm going." Dion randomly found some records and went out. "You wait for me." They are not easy to appear in the eyes of outsiders. This is said beforehand. They have a very good relationship with Fergie. Knowing that this is the critical period for Fergie's new release, they are willing to cooperate.
Song Ya hurriedly greeted the two of them, and followed them downstairs.
"Hey! It's... exactly time!" Dieng bit his scalp and turned off the laser light, turned on the lights, and illuminated the scene. The crazy dancing crowd suddenly stopped.
"Just exactly!? Don't do that!"
In the crowd, Charis Theron's height was very conspicuous. She put her arms around the two female attendants and shouted: "We don't dance that kind of old-fashioned dance!" It seemed that she was already drinking.
"Do you like drinking so much? Isn't her father because of alcoholism..." Song Ya really couldn't figure out the heart of the South African girl.
"It's your idea?" Fergie also emerged from the crowd, "destroying the atmosphere!" She protested.
"Help, dear." The protest was invalid, and Song Ya hugged his real girlfriend to appease.
Jazz and mambo music suitable for cha-cha dance were played at the scene.
"All right." Any dance does not affect the fun-seeking. People who like to play parties are very adaptable. People keep the distance between each other a little bit farther, keep up with the beat, and take pictures without fail.
"Come on." Song Ya put his arms around Brother Xing's shoulders, and dragged him into the'dance floor', "Hey, this is my classmate, he... let him talk to you."
The matchmaker settled down the classmates one by one.
"Let's jump too! Come on! Brother!" Tony yelled to himself from the balcony on the second floor, poking out his head.
Upstairs are all real people. Song Ya went back and picked Shakira. The two jumped up on the balcony, then changed to Halle, then Amy...
After that, Fergie also followed the news...
He danced a dance and drank a glass of wine, completely entering the atmosphere of the party, deep drunkenness rushed to his heart, and beautiful familiar faces danced in front of his eyes, spinning, dancing, smiling, and having fun.
"Ladies and gentlemen! abono5!"
At the end of the song, Dion changed to a song by the Cuban jazz master érezrado.
Song Ya’s mind simultaneously sounded another piece of music of the same name, which seemed to be a sample. No, it was far more than the specified ratio of the sample. It can almost be counted as mixing and re-creating the original song of érezrado abono5.
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One, two, three, four, five!
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Everyone is ready, let's start!
"Hi~www.mtlnovel.com~ I came here secretly." Kasidi suddenly appeared together with Taraji, "I asked Taraji to pick me up. How did the midterm exams go?"
This...Why there are more and more forests, it's almost two tables of mahjong...
"Hi..." Song Ya shook his feet, smiled and hugged her, "It's only the midterm exam, you have to have confidence in me. Do you want to dance together?"
"Just? I only know a little bit."
"Everyone is the same."
Song Ya jumped up with her again.
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leasesetthetruet! "Al, give me a trumpet!"
Al went to get a trumpet and threw it over.
He caught it and saw Charis coming up sometime, leaning against the door of the balcony entrance, looking at herself blankly with a wine glass.
Give me a little more life, Charis
Bring a little Shakira to my side
I still need a little bit of Halle
I still have to see a little bit of Mira
Maria in a little sun
A little bit of Taraji at night
A little bit now Fergie
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 393: False competition
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Partying is a good way of communication for Song Ya now. It’s not that he has become a rice-style party animal, but that the crowded parties can cover the visits of girls like Shakira, Kasidi, and Halle. After all, now is the critical period for Fergie's premiere announcement.
"Honey, we are gone."
The next day, Song Ya, with a hangover headache, sent Fergie, Yeremov, Dion Wilson, and others into the airport. They and Halle will return to Los Angeles together, which is also Fergie’s hometown. On the 1st of the month, the large-scale announcement of the first single LondonBridge released on the first album of the same name "Figi" will begin there, and Charis Theron and her two female followers will also go back on the same plane.
"Be careful. Be careful when you're causing trouble." Song Ya reminded, and then told Yeremov: "You take good care of her."
"Don't worry, boss, we are fully prepared, and you have to act well in Chicago."
Yeremov said.
"Do not worry."
Sending away the group of people, he saw that Charis, who had passed the boarding gate a step earlier, was looking back at him silently. Last night, who knows what the white girl thought in her heart, Song Ya can’t be bothered anyway, after a series of After the incident, it is impossible to do anything to her.
Nothing fragrant happened last night. He drank too much and got his first revelation, so he happily held the trumpet and kept blowing and jumping, sometimes filling a glass, and naturally he didn’t remember anything, when was the party At the end, I don't know when the students will leave. Regrettably, I missed the opportunity for the girls to gather. When I woke up, it was already noon, with a splitting headache.
Cassidy, who sneaked out, played for a while and went home. As soon as Fergie and the others left, when Song Ya returned to her home in Highland Park from the airport, apart from the party service company staff who cleaned up the mess, only Amy Adams and Shakira and two women.
"Miss Adams, you will be like this tomorrow, like this..."
Two of Yeremov's men are assigning tasks to Amy. As one of the most important figures in the incident of her girlfriend stealing her boyfriend, her ‘performance task’ is very heavy. The stylist and makeup artist are gesticulating around her, discussing in a low voice.
Amy held a cup of coffee and was listening attentively, nodding in agreement from time to time.
Without disturbing them, Song Ya returned to the second floor alone.
"Hi." Shakira who stayed in the recording studio greeted him happily.
"Sorry, I drank too much last night." Song Ya hugged her and said, "I didn't pick you up either."