Chapter 105: Despacito
"Hey, Simon, who's that girl? She's got an amazing body," Michael asked, nudging Simon while holding a beer and looking towards Link on the beach.
"You know the Trump International Hotel in Palm Beach? She's from that family," Simon replied, bobbing his head to the music.
"Whoa, the Trump heiress? She's a real rich girl. Is Link going on a date with her? Damn, I wish I were Link," Michael said, eyeing Ivanka's hot figure, exquisite attire, and superior aura. She was a top-notch rich and beautiful woman, and no one wouldn't want to date her. Link was so lucky.
"Link is so cool, he gets a new girlfriend every month, and they're all gorgeous," Daniel added, also gazing at Link and Ivanka under the parasol. One was handsome and masculine, the other was voluptuous and beautiful. They were clearly a perfect match.
"Are they really going on a date? I don't think it's a good idea. The Trump family is too rich, Link is just a poor boy, they're not suitable," James said, frowning.
"Don't jump to conclusions, they're just talking about work," Simon interjected.
"Talking about work doesn't preclude dating," Michael shrugged and shouted to Link, "Hey, Link, come dance, bring your new girlfriend along."
"Link won't come, he likes to sit on the sidelines and watch the fun," Daniel said.
But to their surprise, this time Link walked over with Ivanka.
"Link, you... are you going to dance?" Michael asked, surprised, looking at Link and then at the voluptuous Ivanka beside him. From afar, she looked beautiful and hot, making one want to flirt with her.
But as she got closer, seeing her tall figure, high-end attire, and noble aura, he became a little nervous and didn't dare to stare at her.
"Yes, it's good to move around a bit," Link said to Ivanka.
"Link, don't force yourself if you can't dance. Be careful not to hurt your toes again," James said, pulling Link's arm.
"Haha, I remember last year's carnival, he wanted to show off in front of Lina and ended up twisting his foot," Daniel laughed.
Ivanka smiled slightly and said to Link, "You have a match to fight, don't force yourself if you can't dance."
Link glanced at James and Daniel. It was true that Link couldn't dance, but he himself could.
Someone once said that a boxer who can't dance is not a good boxer, and a good boxer must have practiced dance steps.
For example, the fancy footwork of 'boxing saint' Sugar Ray Robinson, Muhammad Ali's 'butterfly dance', and British boxing 'prince' Naseem Hamed's ghost steps all originated from tap dancing.
He often practiced footwork and rhythm along with the music during training, so dancing was naturally not difficult for him.
But Ivanka was right, he needed to be careful before the match. He saw the guitar hanging on Michael's body, "How about you guys dance, and I'll sing?"
"Link, what song are you going to sing?" Michael handed him the guitar, an ordinary one that cost a few hundred dollars.
Link looked around. This was a beach, everyone was dancing Latin dances, the speakers were playing Latin music, and there were many hot Latin girls in the crowd.
He suddenly remembered a familiar Spanish song. When he used to practice boxing, he liked to listen to some songs with a strong rhythm, listening to the music while punching the sandbag, constantly changing his footwork. This was also one of his boxing training methods.
That song had a great rhythm, with a distinct Latin dance style, and it was one of his frequently used practice tracks, having listened to it hundreds of times.
At that time, he only listened to the rhythm and didn't understand the meaning of the lyrics. Now that he had learned Spanish through Link, he instantly understood the meaning of the lyrics when he recalled them.
Link asked Michael to turn down the volume of the speakers, plucked the guitar strings, and sang while recalling the lyrics:
Oh yeah
Ya ya me estás gustando más de lo normal
Todos mis sentidos van pidiendo más
Esto hay que tomarlo sin ningún apuro
Despacito
"Wow, that sounds great! What song is this, Link? I've never heard it before," Michael asked in surprise after listening for a bit.
"Shush! Listen to Link sing!" Daniel covered his mouth and said.
Ivanka found the rhythm so good that she couldn't help but shrug her shoulders and sway gently.
Simon looked at Link in surprise. He didn't expect him to sing so well in addition to boxing.
He suddenly realized this was a great promotional material, so he quickly ran back to the car, grabbed a handheld video camera, turned on the microphone, and started filming Link.
Link slung the guitar over his shoulder, playing and singing while Ivanka, James, Michael, and Daniel surrounded him, swaying their bodies.
"Oh!
You, you are the magnet and I am the metal
I'm getting closer and I'm making a plan
Just thinking about it makes my pulse race
Despacito"
"Wow, that's so cool!"
Others who heard Link singing also ran over and started dancing various Latin dance steps to the music.
"They can't dance, you have to watch me for Latin dance," Mario ran over, stood in front of Link, and shook his flabby chest muscles and belly at the camera.
Although he was fat, he danced Latin dance well with a good sense of rhythm, and quickly became the most eye-catching person besides the lead singer Link and the beautiful Ivanka.
Reggie shook his head helplessly and also went to dance. He lived in a Latin community and there was a carnival every year, so almost all the young men and women there could dance a few steps.
Link sang it twice, getting smoother each time, and later he started dancing with everyone while singing. His steps were very agile and rhythmic, and Ivanka couldn't help but follow his movements, swaying her ample hips.
By the fourth time, everyone could remember a few lyrics and started singing along loudly.
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
I want to breathe your neck slowly
Deja que te diga cosas al oido
Let me whisper things in your ear
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
So you'll remember if you're not with me
Despacito
Slowly
"Amazing!" Simon couldn't help but exclaim as he watched the scene in the camera.
In the video, Link stood in the middle, strumming a guitar and dancing. Beside him was the hot Ivanka, wearing a Chanel knee-length skirt and high heels, swaying her shoulders rather reservedly.
Beside them were the chubby James, the thin Daniel, the shirtless Michael breakdancing, the attention-grabbing Mario with his big belly, and the serious dancer Reggie.
On the beach, there were hundreds of Latinos, blacks, and whites, all following the rhythm of the music, dancing passionately around the bonfire.
The scene looked both energetic and fun.
Simon cheered loudly while filming.
After half an hour of dancing, everyone was sweating.
"Link, what song is this? I've never heard it before. Is it available online? I want to play it in my shop," Daniel asked, wiping his sweat.
Michael, Sales, and others nodded in agreement.
"It's a secret for now, I'll tell you later," Link took two bottles of water and handed one to Ivanka.
"Whose song is this? I want to buy a record too," Ivanka was drenched in sweat, her fitted dress became even more form-fitting, her curves more sexy and hot, and her whole body exuded a strong fragrance.
Link smiled, "I suddenly thought of this song when I saw everyone dancing. What do you think?"
"Are you serious?" Ivanka asked in surprise.
Link smiled and shrugged, not explaining further.
"Link, what do you think of this video? I'm going to edit it and post it on YouTube so your fans can get to know you better," Simon came over and opened the video recording.
The camera had a microphone, and the sound recording was not bad. Both the picture and sound were clear.
Link watched it and felt it was not bad, "Post it in a couple of days. Let me register the copyright first, and then help me find a recording studio. I'm going to record a demo."
"Okay, no problem, I can contact one today," Simon nodded repeatedly. The world champion releasing an original single sounded like a great gimmick, and the song sounded great, so it might have a chance to become a hit. If the song became popular, Link's fame would definitely rise to a new level.
"Link, sing it again! Sing it again!" Daniel, Michael, and others shouted.
Link responded and walked into the crowd with his guitar, singing again.
Despacito
Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito
Deja que te diga cosas al oido
Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo
Despacito
Ivanka folded her arms and watched him sing and dance quietly. He was so natural and casual, not at all like a multimillionaire or a world champion boxer. She found him more and more interesting.
(End of Chapter)