The setting sun in the afternoon shone warmly through the screen window. She was leaning 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 were birdsong outside the window. She raised her face and listened attentively, but then slowly turned her head back, squinted her eyes slightly, and leaned there bored.
The woman who yawned and was about to bury herself in bed was disturbed by the sudden ringing of the phone.
"Hey - Betty, didn't I tell you not to disturb me these days?"
"Shakira!" A somewhat excited voice came from the other end of the phone, "Hey, sweetheart, do you still remember our appointment in that magazine?"
"Magazine? What magazine?" the woman asked in a daze.
"Oh, cheer up, Shakira." Betty covered her forehead, ""Voice of the Soul," that magazine in Madrid, have you forgotten?"
""Voice of the Soul"? That's a terrible name." Hearing that the other end of the phone was about to continue complaining, Shakira giggled, "Okay, Betty, I understand, I remembered this, what's the matter?
?”
She came to Madrid for a vacation with her best friend and manager, or to be precise, to seek refuge. Argentina was in political turmoil. Shakira was also affected by the political turmoil because of her relationship with her fiancé. Her record company directly
She stopped releasing her records, and the media was abuzz. Shakira, who was in a bad mood, had a falling out with her fiancé, the son of the president, and hid in Madrid alone to seek refuge, to be precise, to heal.
These days, the Latin female singer has disappeared from the public eye, and even the most sophisticated paparazzi have not been able to find out about her.
Some time ago, Betty recommended a magazine called "Voice of the Soul" to her. This magazine has a vulgar name, but the articles seem to be very good. One of the articles by a girl signed by Alice is very good, and she is bored.
Shakira suddenly came up with the idea of requesting an article from a magazine. Of course, the other party did not know the identity of the person who requested the article.
A woman whose feelings were hurt and her career was frustrated asked for lyrics about love, and seemed to want to heal her wounds in the singing of love.
Her manager, Miss Betty, was very supportive of her sudden idea. Seeing Shakira's somewhat decadent state, her manager was also very anxious. Now, she would support anything that could cheer up Shakira.
of.
However, it now seems that Shakira was just a three-minute sensation, a sudden whim, and now she has long forgotten about the matter of requesting articles from magazines.
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"The lyrics were sent to me via email." Betty's voice was still slightly excited, and she said, "Hey, sweetheart, you can't imagine how I felt when I saw these lyrics. I have never felt so strongly about a lyric.
The feeling. I feel something flowing through my body, it’s passion! It’s emotion, it’s the excited sound of love, it’s the note of strong emotion! God, I’m so happy.”
Can you be unhappy? You know, Miss Betty didn't expect a magazine writer to write any high-quality work, but now, the moment she saw the lyrics, the 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 disheveled blond hair spread out casually, and reluctantly stood up to open the door.
Well, why so quickly: this is a presidential suite, and her agent is in the next room.
Why don't you just come over and call first? Didn't you just say that Shakira wants to retreat and heal her wounds? She wants to be quiet.
As soon as the door opened, the beautiful Miss Betty rushed in like a gust of wind. She was holding a piece of paper in her hand, waving and dancing.
"Hurry up!" she gasped, "look, I've already printed it out!"
Shakira glanced at Betty in surprise. It seemed that Betty was really excited. Is this lyrics really that great?
With suspicion, Shakira picked up the piece of paper.
"How's it going? How's it going?" Betty was excited and shouted, "How's it going?"
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"takeetbutiwon＇letgo try hard to forget, but how can I leave like this;
lookingatacrowdedstreetlooking at the bustling streets;
listeningtomyownheartbeat but can only hear my own heartbeat;
so many people so many people;
roundtheworld in the world;
tellmewheredoifindplease tell me where to find;
someonelikeyougirl a girl like you;
takemetoyourhearttakemetoyourheart;
takemetoyoursoul be with your soul;
givemeyourhandbeforei'moldGive me your hand before I grow old;
…
Shakira was completely stunned, with an incredible look in her beautiful eyes.
She didn't respond at all to her agent Betty's questions.
Betty looked at her, watching the woman holding the piece of paper in her hand, and her whole body seemed to sink into it.
…
don'tneedtoomuchtalking does not require cumbersome words;
withoutsayinganything can even be without saying a word;
allineedissomeoneI just need;
whomakesmewannasing someone who can make me sing with joy!
"'A person who can make me sing with joy'..." Shakira murmured to herself, her sexy red lips kept repeating this sentence, and the crystal tears slowly slid down her cheeks as smooth as milk.
, dripping onto an expensive Afghan handmade rug.
She was completely immersed in the emotion brought by the lyrics. She felt that this song was written for her. This person understands her heart and understands her!
"Shakira!" Betty was frightened, "Hey, sweetheart! What's wrong with you?" She came up and hugged Shakira, patting her back distressedly.
"I, I'm fine." Shakira wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, with a smile on her face, "Betty, you are right, this is a very good lyric, very good, very good!"
After a pause, Shakira looked down at the lyrics and said, "I love it!"
"As long as you like it." Betty said, she was really frightened just now.
"Can you help me contact this songwriter?" Shakira said softly.
"Okay, I -" Betty agreed subconsciously, then her eyes widened and she asked in surprise, "What did you say? Contact the author?"
"It's the songwriter. If I'm not wrong, it's the same person." At this time, Shakira no longer looked as lazy and sad as before. Youth was flashing in this woman's two beautiful, jewel-like eyes.
Passionate light.
With her directness, these are not ordinary lyrics, but lyrics that have been set to music. The entire lyrics are very neat, not a single word can be added or deleted, and the sentences are perfectly broken up. This is definitely a lyric that has been composed to a good song.
In other words, this is 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 shocked and her eyes widened.
The person on the other end of the phone claimed to be the person who requested the manuscript this time, and made a request to meet and ask her for the music score of the lyrics...
