Chapter 123 Milwaukee

Fxxk tha police!

The jury has found you guilty of being in a redneck,

whitebread, chickenshit m-fxxka.

Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.

I want justice! I want justice!

fxxk you! you m-fxxkaaaa!

Big A was leading the charge in his brown Chevrolet Malibu, and the roof was ripped off by the deafening gangsta rap music, which could be heard clearly in the cab of the car behind.

"It's this song again, how much they love this song."

Delay in the back car rolled up the window and complained to the middle-aged white driver driving beside him, "Although this song is good, you can't keep listening to it...it's been so many years."

"Then listen to this."

The other party smiled, and took out a piece of Debbie Gibson's 1987 album Out Of The Blue from his coat pocket, first kissed the American sweetheart on the cover, and then stuffed it into the cassette player, "In the morning I saw None of you rappers dared to take her out."

"Her?" Delay touched his cheek and looked at the other person's eyes, then moved his gaze out of the car window, and fell silent.

An antenna was tied to the roof of the RV behind them, and it kept vibrating as the car moved, "Hey, ladies and gentlemen, this is Big A! It's been a long time since I met you so early, guess what I'm doing now Where? Haha, I'm sure I can't guess, I'm on the road to Milwaukee..."

In the RV, Big A has already set up a mobile radio station. He and NAS are sitting in front of the radio station with earphones on, talking fast, "Then you will ask again, what am I going to do in Milwaukee? Haha, it's nothing. In particular, I'm with my brother APLUS and we're going to be traveling four states to promote his single Remember The Name, what? Why is he bringing me? Because he can't do it without me lol! I That's it. Next to me is my new buddy, NAS from Queens, New York, great guy, NAS, say hello to everyone..."

"Yo..." NAS snorted into the microphone.

"NAS, how did you meet APLUS?"

"Well……"

"Don't be cautious, brother, I have the final say here, you can say whatever you want, I won't even give APLUS face if you are in a hurry, you may not know, I am much more 'senior (gang qualifications)' than him, you know I mean? Don't be afraid of him, I'm serious, that kid is sometimes nice, sometimes he's a shxt, and speaking of this, I'm getting angry again, he's a shxt! is shxt! is shxt... ..."

In the cab of the third car, Song Ya sat in the back seat of the F150 double row seat, listening to the big A's remarks on the radio, with a blank face, and Fergie next to her was dying of laughter, pointing at Song Ya's black accent of learning from the big A , "is shxt~"

Al in the passenger seat stretched out his hand and tapped the car horn button twice, 'beep! beep! ’ The car made two loud beeps.

"Did you hear that, APLUS is honking the horn, I, Big A, don't be afraid!"

The three cars were speeding on the road, and the sun was rising from the horizon. It was only about 150 kilometers from Chicago to Milwaukee, and it took more than an hour to reach the destination.

"Hey ladies and gentlemen, we're at our first stop, Milwaukee, and now I'm handing this over to the NAS brothers, NAS,

Give them a good show. I? I'm very busy, I want to take APLUS to meet some local brothers, do you think I'm blind? I told you all before, he can't do things without me, really, when did I brag..."

Big A opened the door of the RV, and saw Song Yazheng, Dilai, and Al holding hands and staring at him coldly, "Program effect, program effect! Just kidding, everything is for the effect of the program, don't take APLUS to heart... ..."

There are many parking spaces in the urban area for large RVs. This is a small gas station. The three of Song Ya changed into Big A’s Chevrolet car. Big A drove, and the four of them drove into a radio station building in the urban area, and the Sony Columbia record promotion there. The people in charge meet.

"In the morning, there are only interviews on this radio station. In the afternoon, we go to the local TV station to record a program, and then go to the home stadium of the Milwaukee Brewers baseball team in the evening. Before the game, we will perform Remember The Name, sing the national anthem, and there will be a kickoff ceremony."

Columbia Records has ample publicity resources in big cities, and there is basically no chance to rest at the end of the day.

"National anthem?" Song Ya was a little surprised, "Can you not sing this? The national anthem of the United States is violent and difficult to sing, and I haven't practiced it before. I will definitely overturn and embarrass myself."

"Then what should we do? Remember The Name is gaining momentum now. You are in a critical period of promotion. It is a rare opportunity to go there. It is the same for you and the stadium management. The singers have passed, and they must take advantage of everything that can be used. Use it."

The person in charge of publicity explained embarrassingly.

"Why don't you let Fergie come in for the national anthem? She used to sing adult lyrics... and she was a child star." Song Ya suggested.

"There's no one here in California who knows... Forget it, let's do it, it's better than being embarrassed."

The head of publicity is on the phone.

Song Ya also called Fergie and asked her to start practicing immediately. Fergie was very excited when she got the news, "Will the Brewers? Sing the national anthem."

"That's the best, you practice more, but pay attention to protecting your voice, after all, it is in the transition period now." Song Ya reminded her.

"Thank you, Boss, how can I repay you? Um... Or at night, the new posture is fine."

"Hey, let's practice yours first."

Song Ya hung up the phone, and went to visit the DJ of the radio station with Big A and others, and then accepted the interview with Delay and Al on the local radio station. The burden of the interview has been greatly reduced, and the overall atmosphere of the interview is good.

Big A used money outside to get a black staff member with good connections in the local area. Taking advantage of the time, they asked the black man to lead the way, and went to several small and medium black radio stations, using the rice knife in the CD. Open the way, there is basically no disadvantage.

In the afternoon, after recording the TV show, in the evening, a few people met Fergie and others at the home court of the Brewers.

In the second live performance, the three performed more calmly and finished singing smoothly. Fergie also won the national anthem of the United States under the attention of everyone.

After the on-site host’s introduction, Song Ya took the baseball handed over by the stadium manager, walked to the mound calmly, and waved to the audience first. Because of the warm-up performance ahead, the audience had a good impression of him and applauded respond.

"call……"

Most people in the United States played baseball when they were children. Of course, the original owner of this body was the same. He closed his eyes and recalled it, then opened his eyes and stood still. How to throw the ball out of the standard action.

The direction was right, and the power was not right. The white baseball flew over the catcher's head flickeringly. It was definitely a bad ball, but the opponent was professional, and he didn't move his body.

The applause of the audience was accompanied by the whistling in an instant. As a star, no one would ask too much.

After finishing the task here, several people rushed to the local nightclub immediately, and rushed to two shows in one night.

This time, Song Ya's momentum was different. Big A led the younger brother to lead the way, and then NAS and Diller surrounded him. Fergie followed behind in a low-key way with a baseball cap on her collar. Dang Dang got out of the car and poured into the back door of the nightclub, no one dared to mess with them.

Big A is obese and bluffing, so it is easy for people to see the essence of being a tough guy, but NAS is different. With the large whites of the eyes turned upside down and the dark skin, it looks like a wolf looking for prey in the dark environment of the nightclub. Those intermediaries who want Hei Songya to go to the cave must carefully weigh the money.

Two songs a night, the income is less than 10,000 knives, cash, Song Ya splits it up on the spot, everyone has a different amount, and several people are also full of free drinks. During the period, I encountered a local kid who didn't have long eyes and rushed to the stage to try to provoke a battle. Song Ya immediately curled her lips and shook her fingers, making an expression that you don't deserve, and handed it over to the "little brother" NAS to deal with it on stage. NAS spoke and scolded in an explosive rhythm, and directly fucked the other party on the stage in a daze. The nightclub audience gloated and whistled and sneered at him. Wept on the spot.

In the end, the group returned to the RV drunkenly, and the two rested drivers started the car in the dark and drove to the next city.

'Crack, click. '

Inside the bright caravan, the flash of the camera in Song Ya's hand rang one after another. Fergie lay on the opposite side, posing in various poses, while playing with the trumpet he brought out.

"Stop taking pictures." She blocked the camera with her tender toes, giggling, "It makes me want to throw up."

"Are you happy today?" Song Ya asked.

"Well, I used to use a fake driver's license to enter a nightclub, but every time I was driven out by the security guards, the queue hours beforehand were wasted..."

Fergie is at an age where she likes to play. She saw everything new in the nightclub just now, and wanted to try all kinds of wine. She drank a lot, "By the way, boss, aren't you the chief trumpet player at school? Why is there almost no music in the song? There are few trumpet elements?"

"Really? I didn't even notice it myself." Song Ya took out the finished film and put it away carefully.

"Yeah, I'm a professional..." Fergie crawled to Song Ya's side and leaned against his chest. Both of them forgot the agreement to unlock the new posture, and fell asleep while chatting.

"Da da, da da da da, da da..."

After a dreamless sleep, Song Ya was soundly asleep, and was suddenly awakened by the sound of the trumpet in her ear. When she opened her eyes, the sunlight outside the car had already come in, and Fergie was holding the trumpet to her ear with a smirk.

"You little goblin." Song Ya pulled her into his arms, venting his anger for getting up.

Every time that you get undressed

I hear symphonies in my head

I wrote this song just looking at you oh, oh

Yet the drums they swing low

And the trumpets they go

Da da

da ra ra da

da

da