Masaki never thought that a ceremony that came casually and didn't pay much attention to it would meet his long-time idol here, this god-like figure in the music industry, this superstar who can make fans faint with excitement when he holds a concert, this person who is full of love for the world, he is a little introverted, he doesn't defend the slander, he just silently and quietly does the dedication of love within his ability, he likes the innocence of children, he likes to be with children, Perhaps it is also because the child's pure and clear heart will not hurt him, just like the purity and immaculate of an angel who has unintentionally landed on earth, his smile, his voice, gradually overlapping with the past life. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Like a military parade, Michael, escorted by bodyguards, took a firm step, gently and slightly shyly waved his arms around, and greeted all the fans who loved him, and he didn't go a long way, the pressure of the security guards doubled, and a pair of expectant arms waved in front of their eyes,

The crowd will shout excitedly, crowding in the direction of him and trying to touch him, and what's more, some female fans can't suppress their excitement at the moment, and cry on the spot, crying, cheering, showing love, mixed together, resounding all over the world.

This scene shook the hearts of everyone present, every star singer, and they were quietly watching this scene at the moment, when will they reach this level? When will it be possible to reach Michael's heights? The answer is unknown, God, sometimes there is only one, the predecessors became gods, and although the descendants worked hard, they were destined to only look at his back and work in his direction.

Zhengji quietly watched his idol who he had never seen in his previous life gradually become quieter and quieter, he had always been calm and calm, but at this moment he seemed to have lost his composure and looked blankly, and Hu Yu beside him, although he was also shocked, was far from being so out of shape as him, quietly pulled him and reminded him to get out of the way.

It's like a fateful encounter, Michael Jackson walked towards the door behind Masaki step by step, and behind him, there were fans and stars who had been reduced to the background, Masaki stood quietly at the door, his heart was mixed, his lips were pursed, he wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to speak.

Under everyone's gaze, Michael walked to Maki's side step by step, and just when everyone thought that the two would pass by by mistake, his steps suddenly stopped at Masaki's side, and in everyone's surprised and shocked eyes, he stretched out his hand towards Masaki.

"Hello, you're Zhengji," time seemed to stop, and everyone seemed to be able to feel the sound of the waves rolling in their hearts, the god of music in their hearts, at this moment, he actually took the initiative to reach out to the little-known and ordinary young man!

Zhengji was also surprised from the beginning to the end, looking directly at Michael's outstretched right hand, the whole person seemed to be in the clouds, light and fluttering, and Hu Yu beside him, his eyes were round at the moment, looking at this scene in disbelief, Michael actually shouted out Masaki's name! And took the initiative to say hello to him! The flash flashed, the camera "clicked" everywhere, and the reporters were eager to grow a few more hands at the moment to record the scene in front of them.

And our client, Zhengji, reacted from surprise for a long time, hurriedly held Michael's palm, and said with a hint of excitement in his tone: "Hello! I'm Masaki, I'm glad to see you here, I've always regarded you as my idol", even if he is as calm as him, he is full of questions at the moment, he may be recognized in China, but in the star-studded Grammys, he is just a little-known newcomer, how can Michael accurately call his name?

"Don't be surprised, I attended this Grammy as an award judge, I like to listen to your songs, your information, I have also done to understand, I have to say, you are very talented, I am very optimistic about you!" Michael's wise gaze seemed to have known Masaki's question, and explained with a smile.

Masaki was slightly stunned, and secretly thought in his heart that this was the case, and the black hip-hop singer who had been chatting with him just now was already dumbfounded at the moment, maybe people from other countries didn't know, but people who knew Michael understood how difficult it was to get a very discerning comment from Michael! At the same time, he became more and more curious about the songs that Masaki was nominated for.

The two chatted for a few words, Michael walked into the venue first, and Masaki looked at the business card belonging to Michael Jackson in his hand, feeling that the scene just now seemed to have happened in a dream, he had never been so grateful for his rebirth as now, and he was glad for his efforts, God gave him this opportunity, so that he could make up for many regrets in his previous life one by one, so that some of his longings not only exist in fantasy, but also have the opportunity to realize.

In the Staples Center venue, the black and oppressive figures are densely packed all over the venue, and the magnificent lighting lights shine in the sky above the venue, illuminating the entire venue, reflecting on every exotic face full of excitement, in the blonde and blue-eyed crowd, Zhengji and Hu Yu seem so special and lonely, and their ears are full of English conversations.

People are talking, talking and laughing, and when they occasionally sweep past the two, their expressions will appear for a moment of astonishment and curiosity, but it is limited to this, no one will talk to strangers inexplicably, and a large number of people will come to talk when the protagonist tiger body of no one knows is shocked, that is only a bridge that will appear in novels and idol movies, not to mention, today's stadium is full of famous singers and upper-class people, and naturally they will not surrender their identities and take the initiative to talk with two oriental faces they don't know.

Zhengji glanced at Nuoda's venue in general, and glanced at the location number on the invitation card in his hand, No. 43, looking at the number, it was a very high position, and Hu Yu, who came with him, could only sit in the audience seat a little further back because he was not an invited guest.

Zhengji originally wanted to sit with Hu Yu, but in order to abide by the order of the venue, after settling Hu Yu, he consulted a waiter at random, and found a seat that belonged to him without much effort.

However, in the position that originally belonged to him, there was already a slightly obese white man in his thirties who he did not know.

"Excuse me, but here, it seems like my location?" Masaki took out the invitation, shook it in front of the man, and said in English with a smile.

When the white man heard Masaki's words, his expression was slightly stunned, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and after thinking about it, he didn't mean to get up and give up his seat at all, and looked at Masaki and said in American English with a slight slang accent: "Young man, there is no requirement at the venue that you must be seated according to the invitation, and there is my friend next to your seat," he said and pointed to the brightly dressed lady beside him, and then said as if he had made a decision for Masaki: "So I want to change places with you, I'm at number one hundred and twenty-three, okay?"

The foreign woman in her twenties sitting next to the white man smiled slightly at Masaki, but there was a hint of disdain in her eyes.

The look of the two did not escape the eyes of Zhengji, however, he was not angry, just nodded, said "Okay", and then turned around and walked towards the back row, this is not that he is soft and deceitful, nor is he timid and afraid, he is simply too lazy to care about such a trivial matter, out of the country, he not only represents himself, but also invisibly represents the image of the country, if the contradiction is big, it will not be his fault at that time, it will be considered narrow, not to mention being alone in a foreign land, Naturally, he will be an outsider in the hearts of Americans, and the award ceremony is just a life experience, and he will not be hypocritical about where to sit down, just as a performance event, what is the difference there?

However, he didn't know that after he left the front row, the white man looked at his back and sneered, and muttered a few words in his mouth, which were nothing more than insulting words such as hillbillies and silly hats, and the woman next to him also showed a smile of approval.

"That fool really took my words seriously haha! However, with such a good position, I don't know what the organizers think, let an inferior Asian yellow race, the Grammys, when there is a share of these people, wouldn't it be a waste to sit? Their art is not just a group of clowns in strange costumes, babbling ghosts crying wolf, don't you say Anna? The chubby man laughed, and between his words, there were insults.

The gorgeous woman named Anna nodded with a smile, but she was a little disapproving, but on the surface, she didn't show it and catered to the other party, because the man in front of her was something she had to please, and even, her work was able to enter the Grammy nomination, thanks to Vic's recommendation, and as a price, it was naturally her only return, body.

This small episode did not affect Masaki's mood much, but he didn't go to the location that Bick told him, but returned to Hu Yu's side.

Hu Yu watched Zhengji come back and looked at him in surprise: "Why are you back again?" You don't have to sit as requested by the organizers."

Zhengji shook his head with a smile, and sat next to Hu Yu: "No, just sit casually." ”

Hu Yu looked at Zhengji with some suspicion, but she didn't say anything, and she was secretly happy in her heart, because she felt that Zhengji must have given up a better position to accompany her because she was worried that she would be lonely.