Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 34 Encounter

From the escalator, as soon as you look up, you can see the Stars and Stripes hanging from the ceiling of the lobby.

The four-sided clock at the information desk is facing the gate of 42nd Street, which is said to be the largest Tiffany glass in the world, and on both sides, there are Greek myths such as Minerva, Hermes and Mercury. Statues of gods...

New York's Grand Central Station is not just a station for people to take the subway, but a symbol of New York City, and even a symbol of New York culture, just like the world-famous street outside the station.

On the first day in New York, Song Xiaoye already wanted to come to 42nd Street, but failed.If you come to New York, if you haven't come to 42nd Street or Broadway, you haven't been to New York.

I don't want to face Elisa at school, and I don't want to adapt to the environment as the principal said.Song Xiaoye simply played truant and took the subway to 42nd Street by herself.

It makes sense, but sometimes the environment is not what you want to adapt to.Almost instinctively, when Song Xiaoye didn't want to face it, she directly chose to escape.

If you don't accept her, what's the matter?She doesn't care if those people like her or not.Just like being sent to New York from Hong Kong, one day, she will leave here too.

Walking out of the station, I immediately blended into the bustling crowd.

This street is one of the busiest and busiest streets in New York.The Times Square (Times Square) in the distance, the towering buildings, and the exquisite advertisements flashing rapidly on the large electronic advertising screens everywhere make people blink unconsciously.

The triangle where wealth and art go hand in hand, here, there are sports cars whizzing by, screaming children on bicycles, or tourists strolling slowly on tricycles; here, you can see fashionable men and women, You can also see bearded artists; there are hurried white-collar workers and leisurely tourists; there are crazy performance artists and serious financiers; A dreamer of opportunity...

This block is the land of dreams. Here, everyone is dreaming, but everyone's dreams are different, and their performances when they wake up are also different.

However, although dreams may not be fulfilled here, the people here have enthusiasm that is different from other places—just like the group of teenagers dancing hip-hop on the street.

A pair of jeans and these boys and girls wearing T-shirts that cost no more than ten dollars, use their elbows, arms, and even their heads to make various difficult movements on the ground, attracting the attention of everyone passing by.

Song Xiaoye, who originally just wanted to pass by, was also attracted and squeezed into the crowd.

Although she doesn't know how to dance, she unknowingly swayed her body along with the people around her along with the music.I don't know if it's because the skills of the group of teenagers are too superb, or the music is too tempting, every bystander has the intention of jumping up a few steps.

In fact, someone actually did that.And the person who did that was actually a man in a suit, obviously a white-collar worker.Throwing down the handbag, the dark-skinned, white-collar young man twisted his body, pulled off his tie, stepped back a few steps, and suddenly fell upside down, unexpectedly performing an upside-down movement exactly like the boy next to him.

Although he lost the battle soon and couldn't keep up with the boy's movements, the people around him still laughed and applauded.

Amid people's good-natured laughter, he stood up, shook hands with the boy next to him, bumped shoulders, grabbed his handbag and squeezed out of the crowd.

After him, a few more people went over to dance with the boy, or twisted their bodies together with several other boys and girls.Makes it all the more engaging for a show that's not a show.

Seeing a girl coming over to pull someone to join, Song Xiaoye subconsciously wanted to back away.Before she could leave the crowd, someone grabbed her wrist.

Turning her head in surprise, she realized that it was the young girl who danced the best—no, not the boy. Looking at her face, Song Xiaoye realized that this boy in a loose T-shirt and jeans was actually a beautiful girl.

The red hair was gathered in a baseball cap, and because of her superb dancing skills, no one even realized that this young street dancer was a girl.

Facing Song Xiaoye's surprised gaze, she blinked mischievously, as if even the few freckles on her cheeks were smiling.

When she opened her mouth, she actually spoke Chinese. Although her tongue was turned bluntly, she could hear clearly: "If you want to dance, just dance..."

Maybe she also knew that her Chinese was not good enough, so the girl waved her hand as a gesture, and pulled Song Xiaoye again.

Because she was too surprised, Song Xiaoye didn't resist, and was just pulled into the arena by the girl.

The music is exciting, but she doesn't know how to move her body at all. She can dance waltz, rumba, and even Latin dance, but she has never skipped this street dance.

Under the gesture of the red-haired girl, Song Xiaoye followed the music and swayed her body and twisted her hips, but compared with the boys and girls around her, her movements were always somewhat stiff, definitely not graceful.

Someone was laughing, but it wasn't a mocking smile. Another blonde woman who was pulled over clapped her hands, twisted her waist, and finally exited the dancing crowd with a laugh.

Some people quit, some people joined, a hip-hop dance lasted for nearly an hour.

Song Xiaoye went from being stiff to being able to move freely, stepping on the rhythm, swinging her waist, twisting her hips, and waving her arms. Her slender body was like a willow stretching in the rain. With her own consciousness, she just kept dancing with the music. .

Even she herself didn't know what kind of dance steps she was dancing, until the sound of the music finally disappeared, and she gradually came back to her senses in the applause.

The red-haired girl smiled and held out her hand, "My name is Mia, nice to meet you!"

Because of Mia's seriousness, she smiled, Song Xiaoye smiled and held the girl's hand, and introduced herself in English: "Song Xiaoye, your dance is really good!"

"Thank God!" Mia shrugged exaggeratedly, "Chinese is too difficult to learn. I have studied it for half a year, and I can only speak the most basic sentences."

Facing the girl's bright smile, the smile on Song Xiaoye's face deepened a bit.It seemed that this was the friendliest smile she had seen since coming to New York.

"Mia—" someone called out among the teenagers who were cleaning up the speakers, and pointed to the mobile phone in his hand.

Mia immediately said "ah", turned around, and hurriedly said goodbye to Song Xiaoye, "I'm sorry, I still have to go to the nightclub for an interview—how about you tell me your mobile phone number, and we'll get in touch again!"

This enthusiastic girl is like a flame...

For some reason, Song Xiaoye suddenly stopped Mia when she turned around, "Can I go with you?"

She wanted to go to Broadway, she wanted to see famous musicals.But maybe it's better to be with a new friend...

When Mia cheered and took her hand, Song Xiaoye laughed unconsciously.

The nightclub where Mia was going to interview was on 42nd Street.However, if you just look at the facade hidden in the alley, Song Xiaoye doesn't think there is anything worth visiting here at all.The narrow passage, even in the daytime, looks dark and ghostly. It should be the kind of passage leading directly to the basement.

No neon lights, the simple old "night" at the door, night? !No matter how you look at it, it looks so poor.

Even if it is a nightclub, it should be the lowest entertainment venue on 42nd Street.Standing at the door, Song Xiaoye even felt a little regretful.

Mia came here for an interview, what kind of job can she get?If it's that kind of "dirty" place, she really shouldn't come...

Because of Mia's smile, Song Xiaoye had no choice but to turn around and leave, so she could only slowly follow behind Mia.

Sure enough, it leads to the basement. The further you go down, the darker the light. Although there are dim colored lights on the street, the ambiguous feeling makes Song Xiaoye feel even more flustered.

She even whispered Mia's name.But Mia didn't seem to hear it, she just smiled and greeted the tall black man who came out of the darkness.

Her heart beat faster, Song Xiaoye swallowed, and almost turned around to escape.

At this moment, Mia turned around and grabbed her hand.Startled, Song Xiaoye instinctively wanted to break away, but she endured Mia's bright smile.

"This 'night' is very famous..." Mia blinked, and smiled a little shyly, "Of course, it's only among our group. There's no way to get into Broadway, you can only go to these nightclubs I have been looking for opportunities here. However, even so, it is not so easy to succeed in the interview."

In the dim light, Mia's eyes were shining brightly, "You know, I want to be Mae West, even if I stand on the stage at the age of 70, I can still hear the applause from the audience..."

Seeing Mia's smile, Song Xiaoye unknowingly relaxed.

She likes Mia, although she has only known her for less than two hours.But that's how she believed in Mia—maybe, it's because people with dreams can easily make people think that she is not a bad person, right?
Because of Mia, she thought of herself half a month ago - she also wanted to stand on the stage!
Walking into the nightclub, Song Xiaoye's nervousness finally disappeared.Although it is in the basement, this nightclub, which looks quite large, looks very formal.Although the decoration and furnishings looked very old, the innermost stage looked very grand.

The gorgeous purple curtain is now raised, and several young girls are singing and dancing on the stage.With just one glance, Song Xiaoye was attracted.

She knew that besides Broadway, there were performances in many nightclubs on 42nd Street, but she never thought that such a small nightclub that seemed completely unpopular would also see such a performance.

The black man who led them in, stepped forward and whispered a few words to the woman sitting at the table with her back turned to them, and the woman turned her head and looked over.

Looking at Mia, who was a little nervous but still smiling brightly, and then at Song Xiaoye, who was staring at the stage, the older woman casually asked, "Who is interviewing? Is it you? Or that Asian?" ! I rarely accept Asians here..."

(End of this chapter)