Rebirth In Hollywood

"Scott..." The DJ at the scene loudly introduced the names of the Bulls players.

"Pippen!" The fans at home shouted in unison.

"Next is our soul, the trapeze... Michael..."

"Jordan!"

The ears of the person who were shouting loudly were aching, and it was several times higher than when he shouted 'Ryan' just now.

Ryan sighed with emotion, Michael Jordan is the king here, he is just a passer-by, and his stage is destined to not belong here.

As soon as the game started, it became a fever. After all, basketball is one of the favorite sports of Americans. Driven by the atmosphere of the scene, George and Kimsley both began to cheer again and again, but Ryan was rather bored.

He only knows that a goal outside the arc is a three-pointer, and a goal inside the line is two points. The rest doesn't even know the rules, and how can he understand the game? The clapping and high-five are just pretending, after all, the camera From time to time the lens will sweep over.

Soon, he discovered a strange thing. Why did the guy with colorful hair and tattoos disappear in the troika? For him, that person is more interested than the basketball emperor!

All right! He admitted that the reason why he knew Rodman the big bug was because of the strange friendship between him and Jin Sanpang in a previous life that was beyond the eyes of the world... Well, there is also the scandal between him and Madonna, according to him It was revealed that Madonna was the woman who surprised him the most. Not only did he dare to have sex with him in front of her agent, but he couldn't satisfy her...

Thinking of Madonna, Ryan shuddered suddenly. People in the circle often talk about whether the man or woman she played with can go from Beverly Hills to Malibu.

That's the real horror...

Ryan pushed his dual-purpose skills to the limit. Although he was full of gossip and scandals, when Kingsley and George applauded, he also subconsciously applauded, just like a qualified fan.

"Ryan, get ready, it's about halftime!" Jinsili could naturally sense that he was distracted, and quickly reminded him.

"Oh~"

In response, Ryan took the energy drink and wet his throat a little. Since the Bulls' jersey was on the outside of the short-sleeved shirt, he didn't have to run back to the locker room.

"Today is an important night for the city of Chicago. On this important night, we have invited a heavyweight performer!" , the DJ's voice came from the live music, "Next, please Ryan... Jenkins, bring us "I Believe I Can Fly"!"

"Wow, Ryan please!"

"Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!"

The call from the scene became more and more high-pitched, and even the music was suppressed.

Ryan had just stepped on the wooden floor when a blond cheerleader brought the microphone.

After taking the microphone, before he could speak, the blond girl had already hugged him fiercely, and the strong smell of perfume almost made him breathless.

"Friends in Chicago, good evening! I'm very happy to come to the United Sports Center to witness such a great game." Ryan's performance is definitely worthy of the Golden Man for the Best Supporting Actor, "I believe I can fly , to all the friends who love basketball, to the great Michael Jordan, to the basketball god of Chicago!"

Fortunately, he still knows how to restrain,

It is the basketball God of Chicago who is shouting, otherwise it will definitely cause dissatisfaction in other areas. The current Michael Jordan is not the future.

When the accompaniment sounded, the audience gradually quieted down, followed by Ryan's voice.

"I thought I couldn't hold on and life was just a melancholy song, but now I see..."

Different from the style of the album, the live accompaniment was re-arranged by Ryan again, adding a little light rock style, the rhythm was more rapid and clear, and the gloom in the song disappeared completely, which is more suitable for this kind of hot music. sing on occasion.

"I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky..."

The song gradually turned high-pitched, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and Ryan beckoned to a female cheerleader, motioning her to throw the basketball over.

"He still plays basketball?"

Many people are a little curious. Everyone knows that Ryan Jenkins devotes all his spare time to work, and he has never heard of him playing basketball.

The brown basketball crossed a parabola, and many people were speculating that this talented young man might simply dribble or turn the ball a few times, or else the most basic three-step layup might be possible.

Just in front of everyone's eyes, the song just came to the buffer after the chorus, and Ryan came out...foot.

"Um~"

In the sighs of the audience, the basketball was like an obedient child, landing firmly on Ryan's feet, as if it was glued to it, and it didn't move.

"This is?"

With a slight flick of Ryan's foot, the basketball flew up, left shoulder, right shoulder, forehead, knee, thigh, left foot, right foot, the basketball seemed to become a part of his body, and wherever it fell, it would fall to where.

There are a few spectators who have watched the football match, and they have come to understand that this is... this is the ball! Still fancy ball!

"Look, I'm on the brink of victory, shouting loudly can witness the birth of a miracle, there are many dreams in life waiting for us to realize..."

When the singing resumed, Ryan, who was a well-behaved basketball player, bounced back and forth between his left and right feet. Although he was very confident, this was broadcast live to the United States and even the world. He had to reduce the difficulty of singing. If he messed up, then It's disgraceful.

"I believe I can fly! Spread my wings!"

In the sound of the passionate music, Ryan's old problems began to be committed, his blood boiled, his heart beat faster, and the side that jumped out was revealed.

"I believe I can fly! I see me fly into the open door of victory..."

He picked his right foot lightly, and the basketball flew high, over his head, and fell behind him. Just when everyone thought the ball was about to fly away, Ryan's left foot stretched back, and a scorpion swung its tail. The basketball is hooked to the sky again.

"I believe I can fly, I believe I can fly!"

The singing fell, the basketball fell, Ryan's head shrank slightly, and the ball stopped firmly on his forehead.

"Whoa~"

The audience burst into warm applause. Even people who don't understand football understand that this series of juggling is related to the English football played by Europeans.

It's just...just, this is a basketball court, this is the NBA Finals, what do you mean by Ryan Jenkins playing football here? Deliberately come to smash the field?

When Ban Mina stopped, Ryan shook his forehead and the basketball fell forward. He swung his right leg and used a standard outside instep volley.

He is in the center of the basketball court, where he has 99% confidence that he can kick the basketball to the backboard and call the curtain in such a unique way. In his opinion, it is very interesting.

It's Ryan Jenkins' revenge for making me miss Nat's birthday by changing the time of the show at will.

I have to say that sometimes, he is narrow-minded, and he will pay for it.

"Bang~"

In the dull soft sound, the basketball flew out, Ryan didn't even look at it, he turned around and left with a pretentiousness.

"Pong~"

I heard the sound of a basketball hitting the backboard, and then the whole court was silent, as if someone had suddenly pressed a pause.

What's wrong? Ryan turned his head back in surprise, only to see the basketball bouncing on the floor, and still couldn't understand what was going on, so he looked up at the big screen that was being played back.

The basketball flew off his right foot, drew a strange arc, and hit the backboard above the basket. After a neat rebound, it fell into the basket.

"I kicked it out?" Ryan vaguely remembered that this seemed to be the second time this had happened. After the first time, he had experimented and kicked hundreds of times without success. Today, I lost my shit luck, and it turned out to be...

Maybe FIFA should give me a special contribution award, I have worked so hard to promote this sport in the football desert! The unscrupulous boy had even more unscrupulous thoughts.

He knew very well that this kind of thing could be one thing or another. Besides, he had no interest in promoting football, so he quickly returned to his seat.

"Ryan..."

Kingsley didn't know what to say, she knew very well that she might get a protest call later.

"Ryan! Ryan!"

The fans finally came back to their senses, supported his fans, and shouted frantically, "Encore! Encore!"

Encore! The corners of Ryan's mouth trembled. If he could get in again if he played again, what kind of entertainment would he be in? Go to Europe and change his career to play football.

"That's FOOTBALL?"

"Yeah, Ryan is playing trick balls..."

"Wow, this sport seems cool, maybe we should change sports, it's basketball every day..."

David Stern was sitting in the VIP seat, and he could faintly hear the discussions around him. His face was very ugly. You must know that although it was a proposal from Chicago to invite Ryan Jenkins to sing live, he nodded in agreement. After all, leveraging his strong influence among teens could further promote the league…

It's just that he actually played English football in the finals. What's the matter?

"Notice, don't invite Ryan Jenkins in the future." David Stern said to his assistant with a dark face.

At the same time, in an office, a middle-aged man is watching NBA live broadcast. Although he is an important member of the organizing committee of the 1994 World Cup, what is football to him? Or basketball is more interesting.

"Bangdang~"

Amidst the crisp sound, the boy wearing the No. 23 Bulls jersey easily kicked the basketball into the hoop, his mouth slowly opened, and then he remembered something important.

"I Believe I Can Fly" is very suitable for basketball. The young man is very talented and has a huge influence among young people. Why can't he be invited to write an advertising song and shoot it into an MV for promotion, if he can also perform a British style The technology of flipping the ball can change the propaganda work that has been very unsuccessful all the time.

By the way, I remember that Maria Kelly was also invited. Maybe the two singer-songwriters can cooperate.

This is impossible. To attract the public’s attention in the football desert requires long-term and frequent publicity work. The laws of football publicity in other places do not work at all in this land.

As for whether it conforms to FIFA's practice, the Americans who have never dealt with Europeans don't care about this. Of course, there will be regular notices.