Seeing the black guy getting lost in creation again, Naoki Nagayama felt bored after taking a few photos around him.

Is such a long street filled with this guy's spray painting? Seeing a few spray cans scattered on the street, Naoki Nagayama picked them up and pressed them casually, and there was actually paint on them?

So the street artist Naoki went online again. He spray-painted several half-tall stick figures in the blank space in the corner, then found scattered spray cans of other colors and drew a small flag for each stick figure...

..The cheering stick figure is completed.

He stood up and looked at the stick figures as if they were cheering for other graffiti on the street.

"You should sign."

Basquiat, who had already completed the work, was also looking at the graffiti. After he had a deeper understanding of the freest art, he did not care about Naoki Nagayama painting in his "gallery". Instead, he encouraged: "You should sign it~"

"Signature? Aren't street graffiti never signed?" Nagayama Naoki was puzzled.

"A symbol, a pattern, a feature that can represent you is called a 'signature'," Basquiat said, "just like my previous samo series."

"That's it~" Naoki Nagayama had never thought about his own signature. Looking at the stick figures without facial expressions, he suddenly wanted to add a little emotion to them, so he drew a picture on the head of a stick figure.

The root line, and then wrote a sentence: "suprise!!! mother fu*ker!!!"

"Hahaha, this is very interesting!" Nagayama Naoki laughed loudly. Although the stickman was holding up the flag and cheering, he suddenly felt ironic.

Basquiat next to him looked at this graffiti and felt speechless... But if you look at it for a long time, the stickman with this line is very magical and seems to be really interesting.

"William, do you want your stage name to be called Mama Fakeer in the future?"

"Hahaha, it's not bad to be called Maja Fake Man! Maybe he can manage a global organization in the future~" Nagayama Naoki said a humorous joke that no one else except himself would understand.

Basquiat shook his head: "Okay, William, let's go to the next place~"

"where to?"

"the mudd club!"

Are you going to the club so early? Naoki Nagayama looked at the sky. It was only around 3 o'clock. The name of this club seemed familiar. Have you heard of it somewhere? Is it a very famous club?

"Isn't it a little too early?"

"Of course I'm not going directly, I have to pick up my girlfriend first~"

Um...could it be that I want to make a light bulb?

Nagayama Naoki complained silently in his heart, but still followed sincerely.

...

There are many bars and nightclubs in Tribeca,

Basquiat and Naoki Nagayama walked around for nearly half an hour before arriving at a bar.

After entering, under the dim lights, there were actually many hippies drinking, and the resident band was also singing.

Basquiat greeted the bartender skillfully, walked straight to the counter, and put his backpack under the counter.

"William, my girlfriend is singing, let's have a glass of wine first~"

As he said that, he started to start bartending, and he was able to do a lot of tricks. He was really versatile.

"Okay~" What else could Naoki Nagayama say?

A beautiful cocktail was delivered to you quickly. The three layers of different colors of liquor were clearly distinguishable, showing the superb skills of the bartender.

"I'll buy this cup!"

Basquiat, who had just made a fortune, obviously didn't care about the small money. He also mixed a cocktail and then sat in front of the stage with Naoki Nagayama.

The band on the stage was singing rock music, and Basquiat pointed to the girl leading the singer and said: "That's my girl~"

An indescribable pride.

The girl on the stage has a pure and charming face, a hot figure, a pure voice, passionate singing, and an outstanding vocal range.

"She's beautiful and a great singer. You've earned it!"

Naoki Nagayama clinked a drink with him and showed a man's smile.

Soon after the song was finished, the singer on the stage changed to another, and then the female singer ran over from the side.

After seeing Basquiat, they rushed over and hugged each other, giving him a long wet French kiss.

Nagayama Naoki on the side suddenly covered his forehead, "Yutaro, where are you? I can't eat so much dog food..."

"Dear, this is William, a friend I just met."

After getting tired of his girlfriend for a while, Basquiat finally realized that there was a friend present.

"William, this is my girlfriend Madonna."

Nagayama Naoki didn't have any special reaction and greeted politely: "Hello, my English name is William, I am from Japan and I am a writer~"

The girl seemed to have not seen such an old-fashioned self-introduction for a long time: "Hahaha, I haven't heard such an old-fashioned way of introduction for a long time. Are you from more than ten years ago?"

Then he remembered something again and coughed pretentiously: "So, my full name is Madonna Louise Ciccone, from Michigan, and I am currently a singer!"

Then he and Basquiat laughed together. The two looked so affectionate and in love, forgetting the existence of Naoki Nagayama.

"Madonna?!!" The name, birthplace, and occupation of this famous figure from later generations all match!

At this time, Naoki Nagayama was so shocked by these words that he was speechless.

Could this cheerful girl actually be the future American music queen?

Although I have met many celebrities, this one,

It can really be said that he has the highest status among the celebrities in the music industry that I have ever seen.

Moreover, she actually had a boyfriend and girlfriend relationship with a black street artist?!
Chapter completed!