The afternoon sun shines warmly through the screen window, and she reclines on the chaise longue, one hand on the back of the chair, her head gently resting on the back of her hand, watching the light and shadow on the ground move little by little. Only occasionally there was birdsong outside the window, and she looked up and listened intently, but slowly turned her head, squinted slightly, and leaned there boredly.

The woman who yawned and was about to bury herself under the covers again was disturbed by the sudden ringing of the phone.

"Hey-Betty, didn't I tell me not to bother me these days?"

"Shakira!" a somewhat excited voice came from the other end of the line, "Hey, sweetheart, do you remember when we asked for a manuscript at that magazine?"

"Magazines?" the woman asked in a daze.

"Oh, cheer up, Shakira. Betty covered her forehead, "Voices of the Heart, that magazine in Madrid, you forgot?"

"The Voice of the Heart? Shakira giggled when she heard that she was about to continue complaining on the other end of the phone, "Okay, Betty, I see, I remembered this, what's wrong?"

She came to Madrid for a vacation with her best friend and agent, to be exact, to be refuge, the political situation in Argentina was turbulent, Shakira was also affected and affected by this political turmoil because of her relationship with her fiancé, her record company directly stopped releasing her records, and the media was also boiling, Shakira, who was in a bad mood, fell out with her fiancé, the president's son, and hid in Madrid alone, to be precise, to heal.

These days, the Latin actress has disappeared from the public eye, and even the most powerful paparazzi have not been able to dig up news of her.

Some time ago, Betty recommended to her a magazine called "Voice of the Heart", a magazine with a vulgar name, but the article seems to be very good, and one of the articles of a girl signed Alice is very good, and Shakira, who is bored, has a whim and asks the other party for a manuscript through the magazine. Of course, the other party did not know the identity of the contractor.

A woman whose feelings are hurt and her career is frustrated, and she is about lyrics about love, and it seems that she wants to heal her wounds in a song full of love.

The agent, Miss Betty, is still very supportive of her whim, seeing that Shakira is in a somewhat decadent state, the agent is also anxious, and now she will support anything as long as she can cheer Shakira up.

However, now it seems that Shakira is just a three-minute heat, a whim, and now she has long forgotten about the matter of asking for a manuscript from the magazine.

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"They emailed me the lyrics. Betty's voice was still slightly agitated, and she said, "Hey, sweetheart, you can't imagine how I felt when I saw the lyrics, never before did I feel so strongly about it." I felt something flowing through my body, passion, emotion, the sound of love, the notes of deep emotion! God, I was so happy. ”

Isn't it nice to know that Miss Betty didn't expect a magazine writer to write any high-quality work, but now, the moment she saw the lyrics, Miss Agent was captured by the lyrics.

"Betty, are you exaggerating?" Shakira yawned.

"Sweetheart, I'll go over now. You wait for me. With that, Betty hung up the phone.

Ten seconds later, there was a knock on the door, Shakira shook her head, her blonde hair scattered haphazardly, and reluctantly got up to open the door.

Well, why came so quickly: it was a presidential suite, and her agent was in the next room.

Why don't you just come over and call first? Didn't you just say that Shakira wants to retreat, she wants to heal, she wants to be quiet.

As soon as the door opened, the beautiful Miss Betty rushed in like a gust of wind. Holding a piece of paper in his hand, waving it, dancing with his hands.

"Hurry up!" she gasped, "Look, I've printed it out!"

Shakira glanced at Betty in surprise, it seemed that Betty was really excited, could it be that the lyrics were really so good?

With a skeptical look, Shakira closed the paper.

"How's it going?" called Betty excitedly, urging, "how's it going?"

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《takemetoyourheart》？

Seeing the name of the lyrics, Shakira snorted, takemetoyourheart? No, my heart won't let anyone near now!

When she saw the name, she felt the urge to throw the lyrics on the ground and stomp on her feet again.

Then she went on.

hidingfromtherainandsnowHiding in the rain and snow;

tryingtoforgetbutiwon'tletgo tries to forget, but how can I just leave like this;

lookingatacrowdedstreet looking at the bustling streets;

listeningtomyownheartbeat, but can only hear your own heartbeat;

somanypeople so many people;

allaroundtheworld in the world;

tellmewheredoifind please tell me where to find it;

someonelikeyougirl;

takemetoyourheart keeps me in my heart;

takemetoyoursoul with your soul;

givemeyourhandbeforei'mold give me your hand, before I grow old;

……

Shakira was stunned, and there was an incredible look in her beautiful eyes.

She also did not react to her agent, Betty's questioning.

Betty looked at her, watching the woman hold the piece of paper in her hand, and her whole body seemed to sink into it.

……

Don'tneedtoomuchtalking doesn't require cumbersome words;

withoutsayinganything, even without saying a word;

allineedissomeone I just need;

Whomakesmewannasing: Someone who can make me happy and sing!

"'A man who can make me sing with joy,'......" Shakira muttered to herself, her sexy red lips repeating the phrase as tears slowly slid down her milky cheeks and dripped onto the expensive Afghan handmade rug.

She was intoxicated with the emotions brought by this lyrics, she felt that this song was written for her, this person understood her heart and understood her!

"Shakira!" Betty was frightened, "Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong with you?" she came up and hugged Shakira, patting her on the back in distress.

"I, I'm fine. Shakira wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and a smile appeared on her face, "Betty, you're right, it's a good lyric, it's good, it's good!"

After a pause, Shakira looked down at the lyrics, "I love it!"

"If you like it, if you like. Betty said, she was really frightened.

"Can you help me contact the songwriter?" Shakira whispered.

"Okay, I-" Betty subconsciously agreed, and then her eyes widened in surprise and asked, "What did you say?"

"It's a songwriter. If I'm not mistaken, it's the same person. At this time, Shakira did not have the laziness and sadness just now, and the woman's two big eyes as beautiful as jewels flashed with youthful and enthusiastic light.

She relied on her intuition, this is not an ordinary lyrics, it is a song with a good score, the whole lyrics are very neat, not a word can be added, cannot be deleted, the sentence is perfect, this is definitely a well-composed song.

That means it's a complete song!

Miss Betty was completely stunned.

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About a few minutes later, Alice received a phone call.

The girl was stunned, her eyes widened.

The person on the other end of the phone claimed to be the person who asked to meet and asked her to bring the score of the lyrics......

This is a well-composed song?!

Alice bit her lip, is this a song, a song?

Who did he write songs for?

Who is he singing for?

Who is his one who can sing with joy?

Is it yourself?

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