Chicago 1990

He came to church to test his brother-in-law Tyron again, but unexpectedly ran into Freddie’s biological father. Song Ya looked back at the tramp who was still betting on the team, instinctively that he would not be an honest person like Tyron.

"How many people are currently employed in my family?"

Back to the a+ record office, he asked Song Asheng, "I want to hire another security guard. Reliability is the most important thing. It is enough to defeat the homeless by force."

"The only one who lives is a maid, and a gardener will come regularly."

Song Asheng replied, "Why don't you let me be a relative? But Ivan speaks English and does not have formal security qualifications and gun permits."

"Okay, there is no need for gun security for the time being, let him come over and show me, and go to work after passing."

Song Ya simply handled the affairs and walked into the recording studio.

"This?is?definitely?the?wickedest?thing?i?ever?hear?in?my?life!"

Dile also got a chant in showmethemoney, and the remaining short echoes belong to Al, but their voices will be included in the accompaniment, and only Song Ya is in the singer column.

The original voice of this song is completely different from Song Ya. He is not going to completely imitate the original song like ifeeliting and other songs, but only uses his original voice.

"Read it a little harder Dile."

Song Ya pressed the call button to demonstrate to Dilei, "life! Especially the last word, life! It must be handled like this, heavier and higher."

"OK." Dile gave a thumbs up and started again.

"Yo, aplus, the trumpeter is here." Al brought a bunch of musicians carrying the trumpet box into the control room.

"So early?"

Song Ya took the form hanging on the wall in his hand, and the schedule on it was very full. "This time belongs to showmethemoney, and there is more than one hour left before the recording of the ‘trumpet’."

"We happen to be okay, so we came to play in advance." A trumpeter smiled: "You have wine here."

"You can still pick up girls!" the other shouted from behind.

"Uh... okay." Song Ya can still afford this wine. "Then please." He smiled and let the other person in.

The trumpeters sat down on the sofa in a familiar manner, some took wine from the wine cabinet, and some began to call the girl to come over.

The daily life of these mixed classical music circles is much boring than pop musicians. Asking girls to listen to orchestra rehearsals? That's definitely no show, but go to the studio of the popular singer aplus? Few girls would refuse, and this time they were given a chance.

After about half an hour, the girls that the musicians had made appointments arrived one after another. There was no need to flirt, and the small studio was almost crowded. Song Ya is now able to cope with this kind of scene very well. There are indeed girls who will give him various hints, but after he politely declined, very few people will continue to entangle them. After all, there are still a lot of musicians staring at them. Drooling.

The a+ record has undergone two equipment upgrades, and the old equipment given by Old Joe has been basically eliminated. The preliminary preparations for the "trumpet" are sufficient. The song showmethemoney is very simple, and the recording progress of both songs is very fast.

Unconsciously, it was time to set off for New York again.

"Today I will walk the stage at the awards party (be familiar with the venue before the performance, practice walking), and perform the formal performance tomorrow.

Hayden handed him a itinerary, "Sony Columbia will help coordinate everything."

The two walked out the door and ran into big a head on.

"M-fxxk!"

Big a was yelling at the newspaper in his hand, "These KKK! Don't let me know where their newspaper is!"

"What's wrong?" Song Ya asked.

"Aplus, just right, look..." Big a passed the newspaper in his hand.

It turned out to be a southern right-wing tabloid, "Do you even read this kind of newspaper?" Song Ya jokes a lot.

"what?"

He noticed an article,'Black people...evolved...' The article first talked about the racial pros and cons based on white supremacy, and then gave an example,'Take the singer Mariah Carey and her sister who have recently made a lot of noise According to the news, three children, two white mothers, can train her daughter to become a well-known singer, and the other son also has a serious job. And what about the black father? His burden was only half that of a white mother, but he still raised his only daughter into a bitch. This newspaper can cite countless examples of this kind. Black people are born...’

Isn't this what I said to Motula last time? But add some white supremacist seasoning.

"Aplus, you have to help us attack this kind of remarks!" Da a said angrily.

"I mentioned that this kind of tabloid would only advertise them..."

Song Ya was too lazy to mix up, "And haven't you been very happy to discuss the gossip of their sisters recently? The sister who grew up with the white mother ignores the sister who followed the black father... The cold-blooded red singer does not talk about family affection, but has black blood. Giving birth to the wicked white man... now embarrassed?"

"Uh...I didn't say anything like that either, Miss Kelly came to my show, and she is your friend again." Big a chose herself.

"By the way, what did I ask you to inquire about? Behind this storm..."

Song Ya had asked Da A to find out who bought the multimedia and attacked Mariah Carey.

"There must be someone behind it, but I can't figure it out."

Big a is very cunning, he can’t help Song Ya do his best for this kind of thing, "It’s nothing more than the big record companies that have diva. They have this kind of energy and dare to go against Sony Columbia Records. Who else but them? ."

"We should go now, or we won't make the flight." Hayden reminded from the side.

"Ok."

Song Ya threw the newspaper back to Da A, "Tomorrow I have a new order to start, remember to contact the old relationship."

"Don't worry, I can't forget about this." Big a promised.

Song Ya could guess that there must be a shadow of Motula behind the words of this newspaper. He remembered what he said last time. This trick is very cruel and beautiful. Didn’t you black dj attack Mariah Carey? The more attacked and the hotter the issue is, the more embarrassing it is to face the white supremacist remarks.

"Hi, Miss Kelly."

Although Bulletin Board magazine has great influence, its own financial resources are very limited. The awards party venue is much shabby than Grammys. The two met in the backstage dressing room, Song Ya took the initiative to embrace her, and made another face-up ceremony. , "Why are you up?"

Indeed, I haven't seen her for a few days, Mariah Carey has lost a lot of time. It seems that the recent overwhelming media hype has put a lot of pressure on her.

"That's not right."

Her spirit was refreshed, "I saw the rendering of you wearing those pants..."

The dress of the two should be communicated in advance to avoid uncoordinated stage effects.

"Very beautiful pants, haha." She and the female assistant next to her laughed, "In order not to be overwhelmed by you, I also prepared..."

She asked the assistant to remove a blue evening gown from the hanger, "Secret weapon!" She compared the skirt to her body, without straps, high forks, and very low-cut.

"Wow, I can't wait to see the way you wear it. It will be very beautiful." Song Ya looked at her up and down, complimented.

"immediately."

She took the skirt and went directly into the small dressing room in the dressing room, and the female assistant followed up to help.

Song Ya listened to the inside through the curtain for a while, "Dangdang!" She lifted the curtain, akimbo, posing.

The evening dress just covered her chest a little bit more, the round hemisphere was exposed, and as the breath undulated like waves, Song Ya looked down, and the evening dress narrowed her waist, showing her perfect coke bottle figure, white and firm. The skin of the legs follow the half of the high fork looming.

"It's really **** cheap Motula." Song Ya secretly swallowed, thinking secretly.

But he wouldn't say it if he killed him, "Wow, wow, wow..." He clapped again and again, "I said earlier, you are the most beautiful." If it was a flattery before, now it's a little bit. Really come from the heart.

"Hmph, of course." Mariah Carey proudly carried the evening gown on her chest. "It's just a little bit too revealing. I blame you for wearing such a bag..." She rolled her eyes.

"Wait, what do these shy and feminine eyes mean?"

Song Ya was so scolded by her, "I should go to change clothes too, where is my dressing room?" She asked the female assistant.

"Just change it here, what are you guys afraid of?" Mariah Carey said~www.wuxiaspot.com~Uh, all right. "She had no objection, Song Ya took the bag Hayden handed over and walked into the changing room.

"Miss Kelly..." He heard the female assistant persuading from outside, "Is it not so good?"

"It's okay, he's still a kid." Mariah Carey said disapprovingly.

"Children? Humph..."

Song Ya changed into sequined trousers, tight-fitting vest and high-top aj shoes, opened the curtain, walked to Mariah Carey, and sang directly: "show?off?that?body?you?got, you?got?that?dance, ?glow?so?hot, you?workin\'?that,?you?twerkin\'?that, you?tickin\'?that?like?a?clock..."

"What is this, your new song?"

"Yay!"

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