The setting afternoon sun shone warmly through the screen window. She reclined on the chaise lounge with one hand on the back of the chair. Her head gently rested on the back of her hand as she watched the light and shadow on the ground move bit by bit. Occasionally, there was the sound of birds chirping outside the window. She raised her face and listened attentively, but then she slowly turned her head back, squinted her eyes slightly, and leaned there in boredom.
Yawning, the woman who was about to bury herself in bed again was disturbed by the sudden ringing of the phone.
"Hello — Betty, didn't I tell you not to disturb me for the next few days?"
"Shakira!" A somewhat excited voice came from the other end of the phone. "Hey, sweetheart, do you remember the magazine we were invited to write for?"
"Magazine? What magazine? "the woman asked in a daze.
"Oh, cheer up, Shakira." Betty covered her forehead. "Voice of the Soul, the magazine in Madrid. Have you forgotten?"
"Voice of the Soul? That name sucks. " Hearing that the other end of the phone was about to continue complaining, Shakira giggled. "Okay, Betty, I got it. I remember this. What's the matter?"
She came to Madrid with her best friend and agent for a vacation, or to be exact, to take refuge. The political situation in Argentina was turbulent, and Shakira was also affected and affected by this political turmoil because of her relationship with her fiancé. Her record company directly stopped releasing her records, and the media was also abuzz. Shakira, who was in a bad mood, had a falling out with her fiancé, the son of the president. She hid in Madrid alone to take refuge, or to be exact, to heal.
These days, the Latin female singer disappeared from the public's sight. Even the most resourceful paparazzi couldn't dig up any news about her.
Some time ago, Betty recommended a magazine called Voice of the Soul to her. This magazine had a crappy name, but the articles seemed to be very good. Among them, a girl whose name was Alice's article was very good. Shakira, who was bored to death, suddenly had an idea and invited the other party to write for her through the magazine. Of course, the other party didn't know the identity of the writer.
The woman who was emotionally hurt and had suffered setbacks in her career had asked for lyrics about love. It seemed that she wanted to heal her wounds in the song that was filled with love.
Her agent, Miss Betty, was still very supportive of her sudden idea. Seeing Shakira's somewhat dispirited state, the agent was also burning with anxiety. Now, as long as Shakira could cheer up, she would support anything.
However, from the looks of it now, Shakira's popularity had only lasted for a short while. It was a sudden inspiration, and he had long forgotten about the matter of requesting a manuscript from a magazine.
*****
"They sent me the lyrics via email." Betty's voice was still a little excited as she said, "Hey, sweetheart, you can't imagine how I felt when I saw these lyrics. I've never had such a strong feeling before. I felt something flowing through my body. It was passion! It was the sound of love, the sound of joy, the sound of strong emotions! God, I'm so happy. "
How could she not be happy? You know, Miss Betty didn't expect a magazine writer to write any high-quality works, but now, the moment she saw the lyrics, the agent was captivated by the lyrics.
"Betty, aren't you exaggerating too much?" Shakira yawned.
"Sweetheart, I'm coming over now. Wait for me. "With that, Betty hung up the phone.
More than ten seconds later, there was a knock on the door. Shakira shook her head, and her loose blond hair scattered casually. She got up reluctantly to open the door.
Well, why did they come so quickly? This was a presidential suite, and her agent was in the room next door.
Why didn't they just come over and call first? Didn't they just say that Shakira was going into seclusion to heal? She wanted to be alone.
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 it and dancing.
"Hurry up!" She panted. "Look, I've already printed it!"
Shakira glanced at Betty in surprise. It seemed that Betty was really excited. Were these lyrics really that good?
With a suspicious look, Shakira took the piece of paper.
"How is it? How is it? "Betty jumped for joy and shouted," How is it? "
*****
"Take it to your heart"?
Seeing the name of the lyrics, Shakira snorted. Take it to your heart? No, my heart won't let anyone get close to it now!
When she saw the name, she had the urge to throw the lyrics on the ground and stomp on them twice.
Then she continued to read.
Hiding from the rain and snow, hiding in the rain and snow;
Trying to forget for getting butiwon'tletgo, but how can I just go away like this;
Lookingatacrowdstreet, looking at the bustling street;
Listening to the heartbeat, but I can only hear my own heartbeat;
So many people, so many people;
All around the world, all around the world;
Tell me where to find it, please tell me where to find it;
Some girl, a girl like you;
Take it to your heart, keeping me in your heart;
Take it to your soul, keeping it company with your soul;
Give me your hand before I grow old, give me your hand, before I grow old;
… …
Shakira was stunned, and her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief.
She didn't react to her agent, Betty's question.
Betty looked at her, looked at the piece of paper in the woman's hand, and seemed to be immersed in it.
… …
Don't need to talk, don't need complicated words;
Without saying anything, he could even not say a single word.
All around me, I just need;
Whomakesme wannasing someone who can make me sing for joy!
"'Someone who can make me happy and sing' …" Shakira muttered to herself, her sexy red lips constantly repeating this sentence. Sparkling tears slowly slid down her milk-smooth cheeks and dripped onto the expensive handmade afghan carpet.
She was completely immersed in the emotions brought by these lyrics. She felt that this song was written for her. This person understood her heart, understood her!
"Shakira!" Betty was frightened. "Hey, sweetheart! What's wrong with you? "She came up and hugged Shakira, patting her back with heartache.
"I-I'm fine." Shakira wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and a smile appeared on her face. "Betty, you're right. These are very good lyrics. Very good, very good!"
After a pause, Shakira looked down at the lyrics. "I like it very much!"
"I'm glad you like it," Betty said. She was really frightened just now.
"Can you help me contact this songwriter?" Shakira asked softly.
"Okay, I-" Betty subconsciously agreed. 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 had the laziness and sadness from before. This woman's two beautiful gem-like eyes flashed with a youthful and passionate light.
Based on her intuition, she knew that these weren't ordinary lyrics. They were lyrics with a music score. The entire lyrics were very neat. Not a single word could be added, not a single word could be deleted, and the sentences were perfect. These were definitely the lyrics of a good song.
In other words, this was a complete song!
Miss Betty was completely stunned.
*****
About a few minutes later, Alice received a call.
The girl was stunned. Her eyes widened.
The person on the other end of the phone claimed to be the writer this time. He requested to meet her and asked her to bring the music score of these lyrics …
This is a song with a good score?!
Alice bit her lip. This is a song, a song?
Who did he write this song for?
Who did he sing for?
Who is the person he can sing for joy?
Is it me?
PS: First update. Jibao Jibao 1
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