Chicago 1990

　　 Song Ya is very satisfied. The decision to sign Fergie is correct. No need to worry about the need to meet her needs, and she also drank some soup.

　　 After the production of Feel? It? Still, he excitedly took the original crew to New York.

　　 "Songs that are very ear-scratching, at least can be ranked in the top three in the songs adapted to PleaseMr.Postman, and the lyrics are also very suitable."

　　 Walter took off his headphones, "Your singing skills have greatly improved, APLUS, compared to the Ifeelitcoming period."

　　 I have been a singer for a few months. This physical talent is not bad, and progress should be made. "Thank you for the compliment, Walter, I still plan to release this song as a single, and strive to be released as soon as possible."

Song Ya had already communicated with Motula on the phone before coming, and Walter would naturally not be embarrassed. "You have to pay attention. The album has no plans, but the singles are released one after another. The large-scale promotion of RememberTheName has not yet started. The release of the song will allocate a lot of resources." He has always said bluntly, "And we don't recommend publishing more than five singles for an album."

　　 "I know, but you said just now, it's very suitable, isn't it?"

Song Ya said that this wave of enthusiasm has given him a lot of benefits. David Letterman's late night show made him more famous in Quanmi and his reputation. A series of affirmative activities showed up, all of which were free publicity at low cost, and singles. I have sold a lot more, don't rub white or rub.

　　Hua nodded, "Mr. Motula explained that we have no problem here, everything is still according to the old rules."

　　 "Thank you, Walter."

　　 Song Yama non-stop led people into the Sony Columbia Records studio to start the production of the official version of Feel? It? Still. In the evening, he stayed in the same hotel in Mira.

　　 The reporter's focus is on Los Angeles. Mira concentrated on recording songs at SBK, out of their sight for some time, and the privacy protection of the five-star hotel is relatively in place, and the two people’s rooms are right across the door.

　　 "I'm here." Song Ya dialed Mira's guest room number.

　　 "Come in, I have no one here, hee hee." Mila lowered her voice and said, "I feel like we are spying on the joint."

　　 Song Ya was unhappy, "Why didn't you come to me?"

　　 "No, they just took a shower and they are all on the bed. I have nothing but the quilt..." Mila said softly.

　　 "No, I won't go there." Song Ya firmly refused.

　　 "Why!?" Mira immediately started a small temper, "We haven't seen each other for three months, but you won't even take a few more steps!"

　　 "This is not a matter of taking a few steps, it is a matter of equality."

　　 Song Ya said, "I have already delivered twice, do you remember? I told you that it must be your turn next time."

　　Mila was silent for a while, "Okay, okay, don't love me, hum! Stingy man!" She hung up.

　　 Song Ya walked to the door and opened the door a little bit.

　　 After half a minute, Mila, wrapped in a coat, tiptoed open the door.

　　 Song Ya grabbed her hand, pulled her into her arms roughly, closed the door, and kissed her bitterly.

　　 With the other hand reaching into the coat, there really is nothing...

　　 "I miss you so much." Mira's reaction was also very intense, and the two of them quickly hugged and fell to the bed.

　　Chicago and New York, there is no shortage of happy lives on either side. Song Ya kept a happy mood. The recording work went smoothly. A few days later, the official version of Feel? It? Still was completed and delivered to Columbia Records' publicity department.

　　 He and Mila, who were all light and light, simply stayed at home and kept venting the vigorous energy of the young people. The room was full of battlefields.

　　 "You can do more than before." Milla was completely hugged in the air by Song Ya, with her arms around her lover's neck, her eyes were silky, her fair face flushed.

　　 "I watch a lot of movies."

　　 Song Ya kept panting, this posture fits perfectly with Fergie's kind of pony girl, but it is very tiring to use it on a girl like Mila with a size of seven meters.

　　 "Let's eat something, I'm hungry." Mila spoke to the dining table.

　　 The five-star service is not built, and the two stars are not short of money. The food and wine every day are extravagant. They are covered by exquisite plate covers and sent directly into the room by the waiter on a mobile cart.

　　 "Okay." Song Ya hugged her to the dining table, and the two of them just picked and ate as they pleased, and after a while, they made a fuss with butter.

　　 ‘Dididi, Dididi...’ Mira was helping him clean the cream on his body, and the buzzer rang.

　　 "Who, haven't you greeted them?" Mira grumbled.

　　 "Let me see." Of course, Song Ya said hello, so that Hayden and the others should not disturb the two-person world between him and Mila. He walked over, and before he got the pager, the phone rang again.

　　 "What's the matter?" The mobile phone has a higher priority, so he turns to get the mobile phone.

　　 At this time Mira's cell phone also rang, and then the phone in the guest room also rang.

　　 The two looked at each other, and they felt it was not a trivial matter. They accelerated their movements and both picked up their respective phones.

　　 Hayden called from the cell phone, "Look at CUU!" he shouted from the other side of the phone.

　　 Song Ya quickly turned on the TV. CUU News is rebroadcasting the incident of the white police officer beating the black man in Los Angeles.

　　Mila also hung up, "My agent is calling." She also got the same request.

Song Ya frowned. No, this is not a replay. The content played by CUU this time is about ten seconds longer than the previous version. In this new video, the assaulted black Rodney King has not only Obviously resisting arrest, and after being knocked down by a police officer's electric baton, he stood up again and rushed towards one of the police officers.

　　 Then there was the scene of the police officer hitting people that caused anger in the last version...

　　 "OMG..." Milla held her head in her hands, "It's incredible. The whole country has been cheated?"

"FXXK!" Song Ya seemed to be splashed with cold water on his head, "FXXK!" He kept cursing, and kicked on the TV cabinet again. This new video not only transformed his three-week jump and jump into A joke will also affect...

　　 "Not good!" He picked up the phone again, interrupted Goodman's call, and dialed Walter's number.

　　While waiting to answer the call, "Give me your clothes, my dear. You also put on your clothes and go back to your room. Let's call."

"Ok."

Mira can still tell the seriousness of the matter. She quickly found a few clothes and threw it over, then put on the clothes herself, opened the door gently, and looked out first, "Then I'll wait for your call." Then she trot. Fleeing back to his room.

　　 "Hey, Walter, has the mastering been sent to the factory?"

　　 The phone was connected, Song Ya asked directly without any greetings.

　　 "It was sent early, but I have called the factory and asked them to suspend the assembly line." Walter also got the message, "You come to the company as soon as possible, and we have a meeting."

"Ok."

　　 Song Ya called Al’s guest room again, "Al, are you and Dile here? You two immediately go to the parking lot to start the car and wait for me, don’t show up in the hotel lobby."

　　 He picked up the guest room landline that kept ringing, "Hey! APLUS! What do you think of the CUU news?"

"who are you?"

　　 "I'm from the Sun..."

'Snapped! Song Ya hung up the phone ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and tore off the phone line at the back.

　　 "FXXK!" While he was wearing his clothes, he called Goodman back.

　　 "Did you watch CUU?"

　　 "Did you watch CUU?"

　　 The first sentence of the two is exactly the same, "Two paparazzi just arrived outside the A+ record door and were blocked by Mavota." Goodman said, "There may be more reporters coming later."

　　 "Let Mawota continue to stop them, you go to say hello to the big A, and tell him not to talk nonsense at this time! Especially mention me." Song Ya ordered.

　　 "OK, don't be too anxious. From the new video, the police officers have sufficient reasons to arrest Rodney King, but the subsequent assaults still fall within the scope of excessive law enforcement to be discussed." Goodman said.

"Okay, thank you Chuck. When I have a meeting with the people from Columbia Records, I will contact you later." Song Ya hung up the phone, rushed out the door, and took the elevator directly to the underground parking garage. When the car stopped nearby, Al was spreading his arms and struggling to stop several reporters holding cameras.

　　 "APLUS is out!"

　　 "That's APLUS!"

　　 "Hey! APLUS, just say a few words..."

　　 Seeing him, the reporters were like cats that smelled fishy smell. Al couldn't stop him. They broke through the line of defense and put the camera directly in front of Song Ya's face. The flashing light kept saying hello.

　　 "What do you think of the new video released by CUU?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about." Song Ya wanted to get into the car. Unexpectedly, the clothes were caught by someone. Al rushed over and pushed the guy away. The two got into the car. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared off the reporter and left.