章節 212: **Chapter 210: Backstage with Beyoncé**
Backstage at the Radio City Music Hall, Link took off his white jacket and sighed.
After winning the Best Male Video award, he was scheduled to perform his award-winning song "Unstoppable" at Bryant Park.
To honor MJ, he included a moonwalk routine with his dancers in the performance, drawing a crowd of thousands.
Hundreds of spectators joined in, dancing breakdance together with the crew, creating a very lively atmosphere.
Later, he learned from Ms. Mandy that these people were also dancers arranged by MTV.
Regarding the moonwalk, Link had learned it during rehearsals at the Lincoln Center. To master this dance, he had even personally consulted MJ.
Given his good physical condition, strong legs, and excellent coordination, it wasn't difficult for him to learn.
Unfortunately, he didn't get a chance to perform it before MJ passed away, so he used it now to honor MJ, making sure it wasn't wasted.
Backstage, observing the busy staff in the hallway, he suddenly felt like taking a break.
After two performances and two conflicts, he was mentally exhausted and not in the mood for noisy places.
He pulled out a lollipop, sat in a quiet corridor, and texted Ivanka, asking how her performance was.
Ivanka replied, "Too busy with work, didn't watch the live stream."
Link texted back, "I won Best Male Video."
Ivanka responded, "Congratulations! But don't get too excited. This award is very hot to handle and not easily won."
Link smiled lightly, "I understand. Jay-Z, Kanye, and the others will definitely be more hostile towards me, but I'm not worried."
Ivanka said, "I'm not talking about them, but Washington. In March, at the Grammys, you publicly criticized them. In the eyes of many Republicans, you are their enemy. The chairman of MTV's parent company, Viacom, Redstone, might think so too.
You're young, influential, and light-skinned—a very useful weapon. The more outstanding you become, the greater your role in the future, which is exactly what they want to see."
Link read her message several times and touched his forehead: "A small trophy can also involve these issues?"
Ivanka replied, "But you are not a small player once you have the trophy."
Link shrugged and asked, "Okay, what should I do?"
Ivanka replied, "I don't know. I'm going to bed now."
Link shook his head. This woman was so annoying, digging a hole and not filling it in before going to bed. So irresponsible.
As he put away his phone and was about to head to the dressing room to change, he saw Jay-Z and Beyoncé walking towards him from the opposite direction. Maybe it was because he was standing in a dark corner, but they didn't see him and were arguing as they walked.
"Beyoncé, you shouldn't have let Taylor come back on stage to give her acceptance speech. It makes Kanye look even worse."
"Kanye embarrassed me first. He took the mic during Taylor's acceptance speech, claiming to support me. This makes many people think I can't handle defeat, but I don't care."
"Kanye's actions were also a form of support for you."
"Really? I already knew how many awards I could win. I didn't need him to play Robin Hood.
He just wanted to use my name to suppress Taylor and embarrass Link. And you all didn't stop him from going crazy. Isn't that the same idea?
But you didn't expect Link to dare to go on stage. Yes, you've always underestimated Link, thinking he's just a newcomer and easy to handle. That's why you keep losing to him. And just now, he took away the Best Male Video award from you. How does it feel?"
"Shut up!!"
Jay-Z suddenly stopped, grabbed Beyoncé's shoulders, shook her, and whispered angrily, "Don't mention Link again. Don't mention him in front of me, understand?"
"Why? Just because Link embarrassed you? Haha, Link is amazing. I think I'm starting to like him more and more."
Beyoncé said with a cold smile.
"Beyoncé, don't push it. You're my wife and should stand with me. Link is our enemy."
"Sorry, I am me, an independent individual, not your appendage. I'm not interested in your battles and won't join them. You have no right to tell me what to do or not to do."
Beyoncé said coldly.
"You!"
Jay-Z raised his hand high.
"Are you going to hit me? Jay, don't think I don't know about you and Alicia and those other women. I just don't want to hold it against you. But you interfere in my matters? Fuck off!"
Beyoncé cursed.
"Okay, Paul, I received your congratulations. I can't take you out for drinks when I return to Los Angeles. I can't sing 'See You Again' again. I've sung it too much these days."
Link was on the phone, walking by. When he saw the two, he politely nodded and continued walking.
Jay-Z and Beyoncé stopped arguing when they saw him suddenly appear, looking at him in surprise.
Jay-Z's face turned from black to red to a deep shade of black as he glared at Link.
Link didn't stop, continued talking on the phone, and walked straight into the personal dressing room.
——
Knock, knock, knock!
While changing clothes, Link heard a knock on the dressing room door.
Thinking it was Anna coming with something, he opened the door and saw Beyoncé standing there.
With her black wavy hair down and wearing a red strapless evening dress that revealed half of her voluptuous figure, she stood in the doorway.
She was over 170 cm tall, and with high heels, her figure looked even taller and slimmer. Her black-red skin was like honey syrup in a candy house.
"Link, would you like a drink?"
Beyoncé held a bottle of whiskey and a glass, walking straight into the small dressing room without waiting for his invitation.
"No, thank you, Beyoncé. I'm an athlete and rarely drink alcohol."
Link declined politely.
"Really?"
Beyoncé smiled slightly and didn't insist, sitting on the sofa and pouring a glass of golden whiskey.
The air filled with the scent of alcohol, and her perfume, Chanel Chance, added a touch of allure.
"What were you doing just now?"
Beyoncé asked, holding up her glass.
"Are you asking about the hallway? I was on the phone there and didn't hear your conversation."
Link explained.
Beyoncé shook her head and smiled, "I meant here. What were you doing?"
"Changing clothes!"
Link pointed to the suit on the wall, another champagne-colored Dior suit.
For this award ceremony, Ms. Mandy and Anna had prepared three suits and two performance outfits for him, all worth over five thousand dollars, usually worn only a few times.
"Please, continue! Don't let me disturb you."
Beyoncé crossed her legs, swinging her high heels, and smiled.
"Okay, I hope you won't feel offended."
Link shrugged, took off his artistic T-shirt, and put on a white dress shirt with fine stripes.
He changed out of the casual pants he wore for dancing, wearing shorts underneath, not worried about being seen.
Just as he was about to put on his dress pants, Beyoncé stood up and walked over, removing the straps from her shoulders. As Link looked on in astonishment, she slowly knelt in front of him.
——
"Oh, what happened?"
In the main music hall, host Russell Brand had just left the stage. The lights suddenly went out, swallowing the audience seats, the stage, and the two thick marble columns in the corners of the hall.
Whoosh! After two seconds, a spotlight illuminated the stage again.
The audience was surprised to see two people suspended in mid-air, wearing very little clothing—singer P!nk and her dance partner.
P!nk, a famous pop singer known for her eccentric outfits and strong persona, was often referred to as the 'next Madonna' by the media.
At this MTV Video Music Awards, she was nominated for Best Female Video. Although she didn't win, she was invited to perform on stage.
Today, her performance was quite daring, with her and her partner suspended ten meters in the air, performing her song "Glitter in the Air" from her fifth studio album.
As P!nk sang and performed acrobatic moves with her partner, the audience below looked up in amazement, erupting in cheers.
The performance lasted for seven or eight minutes, and as the lights came on, the audience gave a warm round of applause, many standing to cheer for P!nk and her partner.
Clap, clap, clap!
(The End of this Chapter)
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