The hip-hop dancers on the street were a little nervous at this time, looking at each other, as if they didn't plan to be the first to go, "Uh, can you use my own accompaniment?" After several minutes, a strong man with dreadlocks took a vinyl disc from his bag and handed it to Delay.

Delay looked at Song Ya, who raised his chin to signal that it was okay.

After the two discussed, the strong man stood in the center of the dance floor, and Delay began to play the strong man's favorite accompaniment track, "wooooo~" The others began to whistle to cheer for him, and Al turned on the outdated disco lights on the dance floor in time, colorful, with the strong twisting of the strong man's body, the atmosphere suddenly became high.

Since Song Ya did not announce the specific requirements, all the dancers invariably tried their best to make it difficult, and all kinds of windmills and floor movements came out, but they became farther and farther away from the idea in his heart.

It's all people on the street, it's impossible not to do something, the accompaniment music played by the sixth dancer seems to have collided with the people behind him, the two men had an argument, a few words didn't say anything, and the people next to them are still desperately arching the fire, ithyou?

“wtf…… Mawota! ”

After a little distraction, something happened, and Song Ya hurriedly called Mawota at the door in.

"I know you, don't think you can run away!"

"Yay! Yes! I'll wait, sissy! ”

The two were separated by Mawota, and continued to talk harshly to each other.

This is how the black man's hatred is formed, and it has developed to the point that it is possible to use a gun, Song Ya hurried to the town, "Hey! Don't mess with me! Mawota! Throw them out! ”

Mawota grabbed one by the collar and carried them out, and Al packed up their bags and personal belongings on the dance floor and threw them on the floor in front of them.

"Fortunately, I called Mawota today, and I knew something was going to happen." Delay walked over to Song Ya and whispered.

The name of the popular singer aplus can be used at this time, and the two of them didn't try to come in again, as for what happened between the two of them, Song Ya couldn't control it, just don't have an accident with yourself.

"Let's take a break!"

Song Ya announced loudly, and then called Delay to the small office in the dance studio, where he overheard Old Joe and Pablo talking, "Give me the information of the interviewer." ”

He doesn't plan to choose people according to hip-hop ability, anyway, the difficulty of the original singing and dancing in the 'trumpet' is very low, and the people here should all meet the requirements, just recruit someone who doesn't mess around, "Well......" He looked down one by one according to his resume, and there was a female dancer with a degree from a local art school in Chicago, and then a female dancer who majored in ballet came into view, "It's her, gender and resume can be reassuring." ”

"Uh, I'll go out and announce it later?" Dilay asked in embarrassment, "People who haven't performed yet will be dissatisfied." ”

"Wait until they're done to announce it." Song Ya was also afraid that those people would be dissatisfied and make trouble.

"Boss ......"

While the two were discussing, Phigi suddenly appeared at the door, carrying a large travel bag, pouting and looking unhappy.

“wtf…… Aren't you in Atlanta? ”

Song Ya asked in surprise, "Who asked you to come back?" And you shouldn't be looking for this, the neighborhood is dangerous, especially for a white girl like you. ”

"I'll go out first." Delay put his resume away and left with a very eye-catching look.

"I came back by myself, and Big A said you were here." Fergie entered the door and threw her bag on her desk, "I'm not going to Atlanta again." ”

"What's wrong?" Song Ya saw that tears were flashing in her eyes, as if she had been wronged.

"They bullied me." Fergie replied.

"Donnie Breston?" Laface Records and Song Ya are the only ones who have a grudge against Donnie.

"It's not her, it's Lisa, nicknamed Left Eye." Fergie sued.

It turns out that Laface Records has signed a new black girl group called TLC, and the three members of TLC as newcomers often have to be trained with Fergie, although Laface Records is much larger than A+ Records, but after all, it is only a small and medium-sized record company, and there are so many resources, so contradictions naturally breed. Bullying between girls is sometimes more ruthless than boys, especially when three black girls team up to deal with Phigi, a white child star, and it is certain that they will suffer.

Song Ya picked up her mobile phone and wanted to call babyface, but she gave up after calming down, after all, Fei Ji went to receive training for free, and it was really not good to affect the cultivation of the other party's own artists.

"Forget it, if you don't go, don't go, I just want to hire a dance coach, and you can learn with it."

Song Ya threw the travel bag back into her hand, "You rest here first, and go back together when the meeting is over, don't run around." ”

Unexpectedly, Phi Ji stepped forward and hugged her neck, buried her head in her chest, "woo woo woo ......"

She cried, and Song Ya felt a little wetness in her chest, "Okay, okay, just come back, don't cry." He touched the other party's smooth blonde hair and comforted.

"You're so good to me." Fergie lifted her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Don't fucking cry, hip-hop singers are the worst when they are made to cry, not only are they angry at the time, but they may also be sung into the lyrics by the other party in the future." Song Ya used her thumb to help her wipe away her tears.

Fergie burst into tears and laughed, "You don't know how much I miss you in Atlanta. She said, her eyes filled with fiery affection, and then she slowly closed her lips and pursed her rosy lips.

Song Ya naturally wouldn't refuse, the two kissed deeply for a while, and his hand unconsciously caressed the girl's soft plump buttocks.

After holding back for a while, his heart was irrepressible, and he walked to the door and probed out.

Al was already 'sentry' at the corner of the corridor in the distance, and the two looked at each other, and Al handed over a familiar lewd smile.

He settled down and turned around and locked the door......

"This is a broken dance studio...... Well? Nice table......"

This time it was a bit long, and when the two of them got dressed, Fei Ji suddenly stretched out her hand to him, "Installation fee!" It's all spent! ”

"Uh, why do I feel weird when you ask for money at this time......"

By the time the two showed up on the dance floor, where the auditions had ended under the auspices of Dillay, the dancers had not yet had their fun, the music was turned on to the maximum, and they all flocked to the dance floor and danced freestyle.

"Watch the time!" Song Ya pointed to his watch and reminded Delai loudly that the venue was rented and the security outside was not good.

DeLay gave him a thumbs up and handed him a glass of wine.

“aplus！” Some sharp-eyed dancers saw themselves and said, "Come down and dance together!" They shouted in unison.

"Let's jump together!" Phigi also shouted.

In a good mood, he readily agreed, took the cup and went off the field and twisted his body.

Immediately, a female dancer jumped in front of him with a scheming dance, desperately showing herself, and seeing that he didn't react, she turned her back and danced a reggae-style electric hip dance, getting closer and closer.

showoffthatbodyyougot

you?got?that?dance，?glow?so?hot

you'reworkin’that，youtwerkin’that

you're’that，likeaclock

"Hmph, I'll ...... too"

Fergie, who had just been tossed a lot, jealously separated between the two, and jumped up with all her strength.

It seems that he has achieved good results in his studies on Laface Records, and he dances hip-hop dance well, and even turns around and begins to imitate the movements of the female dancer's electric buttocks.

The bodies of the two swayed and rubbed against the powerful hip-hop music, and the air was full of the smell of youth.

obody?do?it?like?i?do?it

&，?dog?i?do?it

&?dow?down，?put?your?bato?it

man，youallaiheshxti'mdoing

so?get?up，get?up，?put?your?drinks?down

don't?want?y'all?sloshing?yo'?drinks?out

all?over?that?cheap?blouse

ain't?nothing?but?a?swallow?in?it?anyhow

still?me，still?me，?i?just?ged?the?sound

Song Ya flashed a few minutes of wide-format images in her mind, the rigorous and elegant ballet practice of men and women in ballet costumes, and the individual and free street dance images of the young people on the street...... I want to talk about "Chicago 1990" with more like-minded people, "Chat with more book friends about your favorite books."