"The latest news, after yesterday's widespread curfew in Los Angeles, the Commander-in-Chief made a speech that he would not tolerate 'anarchy' and was unequivocally opposed to the riots. At 1 o'clock this morning, the governor of California announced that he would cut off the power supply in the riot area and formally requested assistance from the federal government, and more than 14,000 soldiers including the 40th Infantry Division of the California National Guard, the 7th Infantry Division, and the 1st Marine Division of the United States, as well as 1,700 riot police and federal law enforcement officers, have entered the riot neighborhoods in various parts of California, and the situation has been initially brought under control. ”

At noon the next day, in the studio hall of Chicago's WGN TV, the black host was broadcasting the latest developments at a rapid pace, and the small window screen was a bird's-eye view of Los Angeles, where patches of neighborhoods were burned to the ground, "There were also small-scale riots in Chicago, San Francisco, New York, Las Vegas, Seattle, Phoenix and other places, and last night, the protest crowd stormed some minority areas in the South City......

The scene shifts to the robbery and arson scene in Chicago, "but at this moment of national hatred and hostility, there is still a touch of humanity at the intersection of Clark Street......"

The small window zooms in, and at the corner of Clark Street, Song Ya is singing Where Is The Love, which has just been apocalypse, and blacks, whites, and Asians gather under the small stage, all silently watching him in the center of the stage. Due to the destruction of street lights, many people spontaneously lit candles or lighters, and the scene was dotted with stars, and it was warm and peaceful.

"Father, Father, Father......" The male host followed Song Ya with the lyrics in a painful tone: "Please help us, give us your instructions, because the problems between people stumped me ......"

The scene cuts back to the studio, where he holds his forehead with his hand, sniffs, and then wipes away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Where is the love?" Where is the love? In today's rice country, this is really a difficult question to answer. ”

The camera zoomed out, and next to a man and a female host in the studio, a solemn Song Ya appeared.

"I'm sorry." The host waved his hand and returned to normal, "So, APLUS, what prompted you to show up on Clark Street last night?" And wrote a song that was so profound. ”

“emmmmm……”

Song Ya pursed her lips and muttered for a while, "What do you say?" It was almost knee-jerk, and when I heard my accountant, an elderly Chinese man whom I respect very much, say that Chicago's Chinatown could be in the same danger as Los Angeles's, I decided to use my power to prevent this kind of incident from happening in Chicago without much thought......"

"You're of Chinese descent, aren't you?" The hostess asked.

"Yes, half." Song Ya replied, "But it's not just this half of the bloodline that prompted me to make last night's move, it's actually ......."

The green light came on above the nearby camera, and he knew that it meant that the TV screen would switch to a close-up of his face, and immediately put his finger on his upper lip, "Actually, when I saw the chaos of Los Angeles on TV the night before, my heart was both shocked and helpless...... I saw a white driver being beaten, robbed, and then lying on the ground with no help. ”

"I also saw that the driver was rescued by an African American pastor and is now out of danger." The white hostess said.

"Really? That's wonderful, I bless and pray for that pastor, he's a man with a capital letter. Song Ya immediately made a gesture of rejoicing, and his face was full of compassion.

"Y'ALL, APLUS." The male host smiled.

"Me?" Song Ya shook his head with a wry smile, "I'm ashamed, you know, I became famous very early......"

"Yes, we all love your songs, since two years ago? Second-hand stores are what you wrote, right? At least I know Chicago's second-hand store owners love you. The hostess laughed.

"Thank you for their love, and it is precisely because of the love of the public that I used to think I knew everything and could do anything." "I donate money to charities, and I've been to South Africa and met Mr. Mandela himself......," Songya said.

"You're doing good APLUS." The male host said.

"But ......"

Song Ya adjusted her sitting posture, and tears began to flicker in her eyes, "But since the day before yesterday, I found out that I was wrong, I was too young, and I didn't really understand the whole society. I spent my childhood and most of my teenage years in the predominantly African-American slums of the South City, and then I became popular and quickly began to take off my second-hand clothes, live in mansions, and wear expensive luxuries......"

He shook the big thick gold chain around his neck, "I don't really know how to really help others, I donated money, went to South Africa for a glimpse of the world, and fell into superficial self-touching and satisfaction...... I'm ashamed of me now. ”

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE SO APLUS." The male host wiped away his tears again, "You don't have to be like this. ”

"Since the day before yesterday, I have been confused, what is wrong with this world? What happened to the United States? What happened to Los Angeles? What happened between different ethnic groups? All ......"

Song Ya's five fingers were spread, and his hands were on his head: "I haven't thought about all this at all...... Frankly, I grew up with only two or three instances of racial discrimination, and I never imagined that my fellow citizens, whether black, white or Asian, would have such hatred among themselves. I now know that the world is wrong, but I can't understand the deep reason, where does the love that people love each other go? Why is there only hatred, indifference, and detachment from morality......"

"Actually, we are also APLUS like you, you are not alone." The hostess also cried.

"Okay, this is the WGN noon news program, please don't go away." The headset was prompted by the staff, the male host hurriedly announced the end of the news, and the TV screen cut to the live footage of Clark Street.

‘I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder，As I'm gettin' older， y'all， people gets colder……’

Al sings his RAP part hoarsely on stage, "People killin", "People killin", "People dyin", "Children hurtin", you hear them cryin'. Can you practice what you preach ，And would you turn the other cheek ？ Father, Father, Father help us ,Send us some guidance from above,'Cause people got me, got me questionin',Where is the love ......" accompanied by cast and crew subtitles, and the show ends with Song Ah's singing.

"Very good, very deep APLUS."

The director of the column happily came over to shake hands with Song Ya, "Your on-site performance is also very perfect, I was worried that if I let you be on the show without the right script, there will be an accident." ”

"No, I'm professional." Song Ya smiled and shook hands with the two hosts and other staff members.

"We've already cut the film for you." The director of the program pointed to Yeremov, who was standing at the entrance of the studio.

Yeremov also smiled at Song Yayang with the black tape in his hand.

"Thank you so much."

Song Ya said goodbye to the column group, joined Yeremov, and "immediately sent the tape to Washington BET and handed it to Gordon himself." ”

"Did anyone tell you that you were good material for being a politician?" Yeremov looked at him with adoring eyes.

"It's too much."

Song Ya casually coped with the other party's compliment, "You remember to check the content of the tape first, there should be our live version in it, and it should be switched to match the news footage of the chaos in Los Angeles." ”

"I will, by the way, FOX just called Hayden, and they want to ask for this song of yours too." Yeremov said.

"It's all like the party's TV station......" Song Ya shook his head with a wry smile, "Give it to them, I need to expose it now." ”

"I think so."

Yeremov went to work in high spirits, Song Ya returned to A+ Records, and the three studios were working at the same time, with Al, DeLay, Fergie and Common Sense all concentrating on recording their own part of the lyrics.

"Coffee, Taraghi." He walked into the deep-sea recording studio.

"Do you need to sleep? Boss? Tarragi handed him the coffee and said with concern.

"No one is allowed to sleep until the first version is recorded." Song Ya gave a rough order.