Natalie took Jerry's hand and looked at Jerry with a smile.

Jerry didn't know that Natalie Weishenme suddenly figured it out again, and look~ She actually touched Japan alone one day in Zuihou in 1995, but from Natalie's smart eyes, Jerry still saw a hint of bad intentions.

Do you love your ex-girlfriend?

"Natalie, Natalie. Portman, the great Mathilde. Jerry held up Natalie's hand, "AND, my ex-girlfriend." You all know that. ”

The girls in the audience all smiled knowingly.

His Royal Highness has said that it is an ex-girlfriend, ex-~ girlfriend.

However, the look in Jerry's eyes made the woman Weishenme so uneasy.

Yes, it's unsettling.

"Oh~ex-girlfriend." Natalie picked up the microphone, "I guess you haven't heard enough by now, right?" Is it? Do you still want to hear more of Jerry's singing? ”

Almost all the girls in the venue waved their right arms.

"Yes, yes."

"That's right, that's right."

"One more, Your Highness, one more, Your Highness the Prince."

"You're not going to live up to everyone's enthusiasm, are you?" Natalie turned her head and stared at Jerry, staring unabashedly, "I'm wondering if a talented guy like you should write a song for your ex-girlfriend." ”

"No~No~ How can this work?" As soon as Natalie made such a request, there was immediately protest from off the stage.

What's going on in this woman's head?

"Weishenme can't, he used to belong to me." Natalie turned her head without a hint of reserve.

Queen-like fierceness.

"NO~NO~NO~" has already seen a small area of arm protests.

Natalie didn't care about the noise below, "What do you say? Jerry. ”

Jerry swept the guitar and turned his head to the microphone, "You really want it?" ”

Natalie crossed her arms, "I'll wait." It's like the "SHE" you played for me in the classroom. ”

There was already a boo from the audience.

The corners of Jerry's mouth began to hook up a wicked smile. "You're sure."

"I'm sure."

Jerry turned his head to the microphone, "Since the great Mathilde wants to test my abilities, then, my dear, do you think I can pass it?" ”

"Yes, I can~~"

The boos from the audience immediately turned into a scream.

"SO, give me some time. Don't mind if I work with someone else? ”

"Whatever you want. You only have five minutes, though. ”

"You're so harsh."

"I don't think so, genius boy. Hurry up, there are still four minutes and fifty-five seconds. ”

"So. Please NAMIE. ”

The screams from the audience set off another wave.

That's Amuro, Namie Amuro.

At the 1994 TBS New Year's Eve concert, Miss Namie and Jerry's collaboration with UNUSUAL was a feast for their eyes.

Oh~ That kind of sexy and seductive Jerry-kun, ahhhhhh

This time, this time, how are they going to work together this time?

Close-fitting hot dance~

No~

Close-fitting hot dance~

No~

Close-fitting hot dance~

No~

Close-fitting hot dance~

No~

They prayed, they denied, they prayed. while continuing to deny.

Yes, everyone wants their idol to be able to associate with another idol of their own. But from their own standpoint, they all hope that the person who is in contact with His Royal Highness the prince is a person. It's yourself.

Ah~ It's really, it's too tangled.

JERRY, NAMIE, AND YOSHIKI GATHERED TOGETHER.

On the score, one beating note after another, drum beats, began to appear. Piano, guitar, bass.

Revise. Rebuild, modify, rebuild.

Monsters, really, monsters.

Even though YOSHIKI is accustomed to Jerry's genius, he was really shocked again to be able to create such a song with such a quick mind on a stage with an audience of 150,000, oh no, with more than 99% of the audience in Japan and tens of millions of viewers in the United States.

"Namie, you're in charge of the intro and interlude, you shouldn't have a problem with your piano, right?"

"No problem."

"Good. TAISHO, this time, I don't need a drum beat that is too strong, what you need to do is to keep the drum steady. ”

"That's boring."

"It's not heavy metal, I need some R&B feeling. Do you understand? R&B, Rhythm & Blues! ”

YOSHIKI SPUN HIS STICK, "UNDERSTOOD, BOSS." ”

"If that's all right, then be ready."

"Wait, Jerry, we all have our own parts, what about you?" Namie Amuro was puzzled.

"I'm in charge of rapping."

"Huh?"

JERRY SMILED, GRABBED A HAT AND PUT IT ON HIS HEAD, THEN HELD OUT THREE FINGERS TO HIS CHEST AND MADE A VERY HIP-HOP GESTURE.

Natalie leisurely watched the band huddled together, time ticking by. But she didn't have much time to relax before the crowd dispersed, and the hateful guy who had drunk enough of the northwest wind, blistered his delicate feet, and embarrassed himself beyond words, walked up to her with a smile on his cap.

"Ready?"

Jerry straightened his hat, "As you wish." ”

"Well, I'll see."

To everyone's surprise, when the piano sounded, the first person to make a sound was Namie Amuro.

"Beautiful girls all over Shijie, I can go and chase, but my time will be wasted. THEY'RE NOTHING COMPARED TO YOU, BABY, BABY, BABY. They might say HI, I might say HEY. But you don't have to worry about what they say, because they have nothing compared to you, BABY, compared to you, BABY. ”

Oh, it's really, unexpectedly.

The energetic song and dance that I was expecting were gone, and NAMIE, who had blonde hair and was dressed in a hip-hop outfit, would sit quietly next to the piano and sing the same quiet love songs.

It's just too subversive.

But such a subversion, they still have some liking.

Oh, my God~

EVEN MORE UNEXPECTEDLY, JUST AFTER THE PIANO WITH THE CURRENT PERFORMANCE ENDED, YOSHIKI'S DRUM BEAT APPEARED. And along with the drumbeat appeared the rap of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Oh~ His Royal Highness the omnipotent prince is actually in RAP.

"I know you think about where I'm coming from, and you don't care about my old behavior, which is really just childlike arbitrariness. On the merry-go-round, I spun aimlessly. There is no direction but just trying, trying to chase those dreams in the summer sun. That's how I lost what I once had, and then honestly, I ended up with nothing. There are not so many boring things in the world, and in good conscience, I thought, baby, I should come out of the result of losing you. I don't want you to sound cumbersome. I wonder if there's anything else you want to know. But don't care, baby, we should let the past be the past, because none of us want to be the script of a TV series, all thoughts, just let it go up in smoke! ”

BOB AND MARS'S "NOTHING-ON-YOU" IS NOW A COLLABORATION BETWEEN NAMIE AMURO AND JERRY. (To be continued......)