Taraji: "Yes, I'm sorry for her glorious moments, the early branches can't keep the spring breeze..." She has practiced many times, and can be partly written, and she can perform real performances with her body movements and expressions.
Then the classroom calmed down and the rehearsal got stuck.
"Who's turn?" Song Ya asked.
"Harry?" Amy looked at Halley.
Halle looked at the script, "Amy, why did you give me the role of court jester? Let's change."
"No!" Amy smirked and rejected the script in her arms, so the two scrambled.
The whole afternoon was spent in relaxed and happy rehearsals and laughter, until the old Mike came to report that the Chicago Airport had reopened and was ready to board the plane.
"I wish a happy new year."
Song Ya hugged and said goodbye to them like friends for many years, "I'll ask you another good fitness trainer." He said to Halle.
"No, I was just emotionally unstable just now. You know, women always have a few days." Hallie smiled and waved, "It's better now. A good coach should be reserved for those who need him most."
"Amy, how about you? Has the braces nurse's drama been thoroughly eaten?" he asked Amy again.
"In the end, she betrayed the protagonist, right? A not very flattering character." Amy said.
"Nothing." Song Ya recalled the original film a bit. "At that time, it will not be handled exactly like the original. The script in your hand is relatively old, and subsequent versions will play down the plot of your betrayal of the male protagonist. Besides, a world-renowned story. When the deep young nurse suddenly learned that her boyfriend was a well-known fraudster and was wanted by the FBI, it was normal for her psychological defense to collapse."
"Well, I got it."
Amy nodded obediently.
"I wish a happy new year." Taraji offered to hug her.
After the boring journey, Song Ya returned to Chicago and did not go to Highland Park, but went to Hyde Park to prepare to celebrate the New Year with Aunt Susie and the others, where he bid farewell to 1994.
‘Idon\'twantalotforChristmas, There\', Idon\'tcareaboutpresents, UnderneaththeChristmastree...’
As soon as she and Mariah Carey talked to each other on the phone and opened the door, she heard her AllIWantforChristmasIsYou in the living room, Aunt Susie and Tony, Silencer, Connie, Emily, Little Freddy and the doorman Vigorously gather around the table and share food lively.
"Hey, brother."
Seeing him entering the door, Tony greeted him and greeted him with a sigh of relief, "I heard about Sinaloa. It's the former little Binney. Are you scared by him? I didn't expect him to be so cold-blooded. AK family..."
"Okay, okay, don't mention it again, okay? Tony." Song Ya interrupted him with a wry smile.
"Okay, Little Lori..."
"He was locked up in a protective lock by the prison, otherwise I don't know what will happen, and the outside media are trying to interview him." Song Ya explained a few words, "I'd like to talk about this."
"Well, come on, let's have something to eat together." Tony worked in San Francisco, a man who had matured a lot, smiled and put his arm around his shoulder, and the two walked to the table together.
"APLUS, aren't you going out? I plan to give them a vacation." Old Mike came over and asked.
"If you don't go out anymore, let's take a vacation." Song Ya asked him to send most of the bodyguards away.
"Mike, Marvota, come and sit down," Aunt Susie greeted.
"Go, I have to go to the room to lie down for a while, there is something wrong with my body parts." Old Mike patted Mavota on the shoulder, "Do I have to keep the room?"
"Keep it for you." Aunt Susie replied.
Old Mike walked into the small room he used to live in, put down his luggage, and turned on the radio. There was still this Christmas song in it.
‘Iwon\'tmakealistandsendit, TotheNorthPoleforSaintNick, Iwon\'tevenstayawaketo, Hearthosemagicreindeerclick, \'CauseIjustwantyouheretonight...’
He lay down on the bed and started to daze.
"Boss Kenneth!? Why are you?"
The memory came to the yard that day. He slowly turned his head and saw Kenneth wearing a shabby blue denim jacket.
"Mike? WTF what are you doing here!?" Kenneth's expression was also surprised.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he immediately launched, hitting the wrist that looked like the opponent holding a gun at the fastest speed, then bent and bent, and took the gun down like lightning.
Strong and weak change hands.
Kenneth's mouth remained the same as it was when he was speaking, before he could close it.
"You speak first." He picked up the muzzle and asked coldly.
"I..." Kenneth was still hesitating, and suddenly a gunshot shot.
"Fxxk!" Kenneth cursed and clutched his chest, his eyes widened in horror, "Mike you...you are so cruel!"
"I didn't shoot." He rolled his eyes.
Kennedy lowered his head and fumbled for a while on his chest, and finally confirmed that he had not been shot.
At this time, there were a few more gunshots across the road, getting closer and closer.
Then Sinaloa rushed out of the bushes over there and ran straight here.
The two quickly retreated to a quiet place.
FBI agents followed closely, and after a few shots across the gate of the yard, Sinaloa suddenly fell to the ground, covering his chest in pain.
"Don't try to save him." He said to Kenneth~www.mtlnovel.com~I...I'm not here to save him..." Kenneth stared at the struggling Sinaloa on the ground, muttering to himself with an expression. Mixed with guilt and other complex emotions.
The FBI agent hid outside and shouted a few warning statements that police officers often said. Until he felt that Sinaloa on the ground had stopped moving, he walked in vigilantly, pointed a gun at him and slowly approached, kicking off his hand. After the gun, the injuries were checked.
Then the running sound of Vic and Sean came.
"Who is there!?"
The FBI agent confirmed that they were his own, put them in and asked Vic to call an ambulance.
But when Vic re-entered the door, he was holding an M1911 in his right hand, staring fiercely at the agent who turned his back to him, and kept moving his gun-holding wrist.
She and Kenneth both guessed what Vic was going to do, a shot was fired, and then witnessed Vic kill Sinaloa, and then falsified the scene with Shaun who had been complaining.
"WTF..." Kenneth stared blankly. He covered his mouth and desperately suppressed his voice.
"Check the neighborhood carefully!" Vic ordered Sean.
He knew that he couldn't stay here anymore. If Vic found out, it wouldn't be better whether it was a fight or another choice, so he took advantage of the night and walked away silently.
There was another rustle behind him. Looking back, Kenneth was following him, crawling desperately trying not to make a sound.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 617: Promotion
Time came unknowingly in January of 1995, and Song Ya's new school season had already begun.
"At the end of the month, I will perform at the AMA awards ceremony in Los Angeles. Have you made an appointment with the Chicago Children’s Chorus for a weekend rehearsal? OK... when you are on stage, there must be no trouble. There are too many children. Do it well."
He kept talking to Linda in the back corner during the class. As the Sinaloa case had too much influence, the school allowed him to bring bodyguards into the classroom, so Mavota was sitting at the next table in a youthful costume. Old Mike wandered the corridor outside.