Chapter 979

Although Rio is in the southern hemisphere, it is not cold at all in September. Sonia and Brazil's most famous tour hosts sit in front of a roadside stall with pedestrians coming and going behind. The security team is not far from the dead corner of the camera lens.

"I really like the city of Rio. After I came to the United States last year, I always remember the scenery, beaches and people here. Er, I don't know how to express it. In short It's amazing, amazing

He kept praising him with good words mixed with basic Portuguese words.

Male host joked: "not so safe as your media said, right?"

"Of course, of course..." They laughed.

"Have you ever tasted this street snack? Last time I came. " The host took the food from the stall owner.

"Well, no, you know, by plane, by car, by publicity, by performance, by rush..."

Song Ya looks at things like zongzi in his hand, wrapped in corn leaves and tied with cotton thread.

"So..." The host demonstrated how to untie the cotton thread.

Song Ya skillfully opens the corn leaves. Oh, it's not the same inside. It's yellow corn dough. Ah, whoa, it takes a big bite. It's full of milk fragrance. He moans contentedly with his throat. He gives a thumbs up to the camera and nods again and again.

"How about it?" The host asked.

"It's really delicious." He took another bite, sweetly and sweetly.

"Ha ha, do you want to keep fit?"

"Ha, I don't feel the same food here in Brazil."

"Let's go to the next one?"

"No problem."

They walked on as they ate. "Aplus, do you want to try this? You can call it a Brazilian hot dog. " The host stopped at another roadside stall.

"What's the difference?"

"Fresh corn in the stuffing."

“……” No matter how it was corn again, song Ya continued to eat rudely.

In order to win the box office of the concert, song Ya tried his best to win over fans, make high-intensity exposure and flatter the Brazilian people.

And, of course, there are the necessary rehearsals.

“OMG……”

When he was taken to the foot of the famous religious spectacle on the top of the mountain: the statue of Christ the Savior, he immediately looked up with tears and muttered, "I can't believe it. It's a miracle of the world."

"Yes."

The host echoed with emotion, "a...." He wanted to introduce the history of the statue. He found that the young American Red Star had crossed his chest, then lowered his head and closed his eyes. He put his hands together and said something in the standard prayer posture.

So he shut up and learned from him.

The photographer in the distance silently draws the picture far away, making the two people appear smaller and smaller against the background of the giant statue, and then slowly pan, overlooking the prosperous and modern city of Rio at the foot of the mountain.

Song ya never had to worry about the record company or the acting agent and media public relations. After finishing the shooting task, he got into the car with a belch.

Brazil is one of the few countries in the world that can compete with the United States in terms of agricultural production conditions. The food price is very cheap and the quantity is sufficient. "Is that right? Ms. Sloan. "

"Full marks! You're very likable, aplus. "

Sloan handed over a ten dollar Brazilian real between his index and middle fingers. The new currency issued last year has an exchange rate of 1:1 against the rice knife.

"Well, not tonight. Milajovovich is coming."

It's so familiar that song Ya doesn't hide it.

The film was officially closed at the end of August. As the last two people in the plot, Mila and escubo stayed in Peru to shoot the rest of the scene for a few more days. Just in time, they also came to South America.

"Hey, Mila, ACE..."

When song Ya came back to the hotel, the two people who had just arrived here were already in their own suite. Mila, who had short hair for filming, was Sun tanned. Her high shoulder leather jacket was matched with blue jeans, and her big, flat chest and perfect neutral style, "I'm sorry, I thought I could make time to visit Peru..." He said to Mila.

"It's OK."

Mila came up to him with her hands around his neck and a long, affectionate kiss.

"Hey, is there another person in the room?"

Ace Cooper raised his hands in protest.

Old friends. "Thanks, ace. I heard Mila say you took care of her on set." Song Ya meets him.

"Little things."

"Is there so many girls outside the hotel every day? Why do you have so many fans in South America

"I didn't think of it." Song Ya hugged Mila modestly, "but there are a little more people today, maybe because of tomorrow's concert."

"Wow I envy you. "Ace Cooper was really envious and envious. "When I was out of America, few people knew me as a hip-hop singer. It was really frustrating to think about it. I became popular on the west coast in 1988..."

Yeah? Song Yaqi looks at him strangely.

"What's the matter?" Ace Cooper felt his face a little inexplicably.

"Nothing. By the way, is your old NWA friend Drey afraid to show up?"

Song Ya inquires about Derry's situation. "That guy doesn't really want to hide from sugenet until his contract with the death row records expires?"

"Who knows."

Ace Cooper shrugged. "Anyway, the blood Gang is looking for him all over Los Angeles. I heard, I just heard that he is quietly helping east coast rappers make records in New York. You should know better than me that NAS is your good brother and jazzy is your singer."

"I didn't hear anything about him."

Song Ya shakes his head, but he never inquires about it. It seems that Derry is determined to fall out with sugnette. As a big man on the west coast, he would rather go to the east coast to fight with each other. However, if this matter is put before the battle between the East and the West coast, it is not unusual for the singers and producers of both sides to exchange views. When escubo shows his ruthless record, he also goes to New York production team.

"Stop talking about it."

It was only when he felt that the gangster rap circle was too chaotic that he left the circle to concentrate on the film business. He knew more than he did, but he didn't want to talk about it.

"Show you the rehearsal for the concert?" Song Ya saw the concert staff come in and pointed to his watch.

"Yes, let's go."

The hotel is not far from Maracana stadium. The stage for tomorrow's concert is almost finished. It is the same as before, giving up a grandstand. Therefore, the stadium with a capacity of 100000 people can sell about 75000 tickets. According to the data of the ticketing company, nearly 50000 boxes, seats and "standing tickets" in front of the stage have been sold. Tomorrow, it should be able to sell 50000 tickets I'm sure I'm still dissatisfied, but I'm so happy with the results.

Of course, it can't be compared with MJ's monster, which sells 75000 tickets and actually brings in 80000 viewers.

"Is that the beautiful girl in your MV?"

Mira asked, pointing to the person who was hanging above. The rehearsal of learned it was going on on on the stage. Mila thought it was Charlize.

"No, I hired a professional acrobat, er, also a new singer, to sign a laface record on babyface, which he temporarily lent to me."

Song Yachao waved and yelled, "pink! Is that all right? "

"Not at all." The girl turned over lightly on the sling.

"My mother, tomorrow..." At this time, Fergie drags to speak with William Adams and other supporting singers and turns out from the backstage, and immediately finds Mila beside her.

When the enemy met, Mira leaned closer to her arms and made eye contact with her.

"Bichi." Feiji, who has been separated from the forest, has nothing special to say. She scolds the belt of her low waist hot pants and continues to chat with the people around her.

Mila also didn't say a word to stimulate each other. Both of them were mature.

Fortunately, song Ya was relieved.

“APLUS！ APLUS！ APLUS！”

second days, the concert opened smoothly, and the strong white spotlights did not penetrate the specially designed fog effect. No music, like latin girls who could squeeze sardine in front of the stage, shouted at the empty stage.

"Hoo..."

Song ya, holding a microphone, sits on a stool beside a dry ice smoker on the side of the stage, adjusting her breathing evenly.

"Band? OK。”

There was constant communication between the director and other people on the walkie talkie.

"Accordion?"

Here, the first song can only be aisee eute Pego, with accordion accompaniment coming from behind, friendly patting on the shoulder and stepping into the smoke of the stage.

"Aplus preparation."

"Yes."

He took a deep breath, checked his clothes, makeup and ears for the last time, and then went to the center of the stage to stand up.

The fans' shouts were deafening enough that they couldn't see themselves.

Touch your buttocks subconsciously. These days, Latin American men's stars are popular with solid color tight shirts and trousers or jeans tied to their bodies. They must be in good shape, and it's better to add a curly part.

When American male stars come to make money, they always wear flowered shirts with beach wind based on the stereotype. Otherwise, they will wear fancy costumes with Latin American dance elements. They will not make such arrogant mistakes and have enough capital.

"Countdown, 3, 2, 1 Go! "The director ordered.

The accordion player in front of the side steps forward out of the fog and begins to play a simple and beautiful prelude to the melody of aisee eute Pego.

"Ah! AhThe fans suddenly became restless like a boiling oil pan. Song Ya felt that the spotlights hanging above the stage were humming and shaking.

“Nossa，nossa……”

Find the beat, sing and jump out with the most beautiful posture, "assimvoc ê memata!"

He saw the faces of countless men and women who were so excited and twisted, not far in front of the stage, screaming, jumping, jumping, rushing madly forward like waves against a rock.

“Aiseeutepego，Aiaiseeutepego……”

With a brilliant smile, she bent down and shook one of the countless hands that stretched out to her. The lucky girl was so strong that she almost pulled herself off, so she changed into a high five and ran all the way from one side of the stage to the other.

“Comeon！”

Fans here will follow the simple hand movements made by the original MV and learn to echo them after demonstrating them again.

“Delícia，delícia，Assimvocêmemata……”

It seems that all Brazilians can really sing this salivary song. More than 50000 people have a collective chorus, and the stage and the off-stage cooperation are extremely perfect.

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