Chicago 1990

The sleepless night quickly passed, and the sun slipped in through the gaps in the curtains.

"I only have this..."

After the harmonious morning exercise, Mariah Carey brought in a bag of biscuits from outside, turned on the TV, then climbed onto the bed, got into Song Ya's arms, and leaned her head on his chest comfortably.

'The 34th Grammy Awards was announced yesterday. The late female singer won the annual album, the annual album and the best traditional pop singing album as the biggest winner. The annual single was won by Mariah Carey and APLUS’s EmpireState&nbind. Best Newcomer Award...'

CBS Morning News is broadcasting a briefing, "Is it okay to stay here all the time? What about your assistants and bodyguards?" Song Ya kissed her forehead, took the cookie bag and opened it, which contained various animal shapes. His little biscuits were physically exhausted. He grabbed a handful of them and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them loudly.

"On vacation, I said I'm too tired recently, and want to rest at home for a day, not going anywhere..."

Mariah Carey lazily presses the remote control, constantly changing channels.

"APLUS still stared at Mila affectionately when she came on stage to receive the award. The two of them are still in love?" The narration of a small New York cable station made her suddenly refreshed, and she sat upright.

The TV screen freezes when she is reading the award testimonials, and the camera behind Mira's side just catches Song Ya's gaze.

She turned her head, her big eyes stared, "Ahem." Song Ya was almost choked, and the big mouthful of biscuits in her mouth sprayed all over the sheets. "These TV stations really have no morals, I At that time, under the sweeping stage, they captured this scene out of context."

Mariah Carey, the virtue of the unscrupulous media, is naturally aware, pouting and not pursuing it further, "You shouldn't look away from me."

"Yes, yes, if I don't look away, the news will be big."

Song Ya got out of bed and took the initiative to clean up the biscuits and other debris, "Go over." He pushed the opponent.

"I really don't have any strength at all." She lay down again, lying on the bed like a child.

"Get up." Song Ya picked her up and threw it directly to the other side of the bed.

"Haha!" She laughed, "You hate it!" He picked up a pillow and threw it over.

The two made a fuss with pillows. Song Ya guessed it was time to go. He went to the bathroom to clean up the candles on the bathtub rack, a pair of wine glasses with red wine left, and the thrown towels and bathrobes. Then I dragged the water all over the floor clean, and when I saw that there were no traces, I stopped with satisfaction.

Looking back, Mariah Carey leaned against the bathroom door somehow, "Wow, good man." She smiled and applauded.

"Humph, of course, Girl, you\'retheone Iwanttowantme..." He hummed and hugged her, and the two kissed.

After tossing for a while, Song Ya gently covered her with a quilt, glued her beard, and made up a full set of disguise, and slipped out of the door. This kind of rough makeup during the day is easier to see through, but it’s okay. At two intersections, Old Mike was already waiting on the side of the road in a humble old car.

"Don't keep your head down when you walk, and don't look around frequently."

Old Mike started the car and said, "Don’t look around frequently with your head down. It will look too sneaky. With your skin color, in such a rich area, the police officer has a high probability of finding an excuse to arrest you. ."

"I see, thank you Mike."

There is a clear distinction between communities in the United States. The wealthy areas and even the good communities are very vigilant and vigilant. The walking posture I have just now certainly has nothing to do with crime, but the reality is that I may indeed put myself at risk.

He took the newspaper bought by old Mike casually. This guy likes to read social news, "Dingkins doesn't seem to reduce the crime rate in New York?" He just flipped through it and there were many reports of vicious cases.

"Who knows." Old Mike replied.

"Huh?" He saw a piece of news and Senator Al Gore announced that he would not participate in the Donkey Party primary election.

"Uh, I wanted to tell him to donate some money." He continued to watch, except for Gore, some of the donkey party bigwigs with high voices also flinched.

"It seems that the party has stabilized."

He shook his head and moved his thoughts away from politics. Last night, the apocalyptic song'WanttoWantMe' was sung by the same singer as Trumpets (trumpet) last time. "This is staring at a sheep's hair. ...Brother, I'm sorry." He silently apologized to the excellent male singer.

The style of this song is similar to that of the trumpet, but it’s more difficult to sing. The male singer has a few tails that are very sharp, "sohigh, sohigh...cough cough." Song Ya tried casually, as if reluctantly. Yes, after all, his singing skills have been improving, and singing with this kind of shrill voice has some advantages in age.

I asked for a cell phone from the old Mike and called Dile, "How is the decoration? Can the small recording studio be activated?"

"It's okay." Diley replied, "What about Dieng Wilson and CommonSense? You said you will meet them after Grammy."

"Are they waiting?" Song Ya asked.

"They seem to be hanging other companies, waiting to make a decision after talking with you, but it won't be too long." Dile replied.

"Well, I'll see them when I come back."

The Grammy Awards are over, and the rest are just unimportant awards. Song Ya’s busy schedule in the awards season has basically come to an end. There are a few things to do later: one is to decide whether to sign CommonSense, and the other is to record BeautifulGirls and WanttoWantMe's recording studio completed the version, and then returned to New York in early March to help Mariah Carey rehearse the EmpireState&nbind pure female version at the MTV unplugged concert, and go to Los Angeles on the 10th to participate in the Soul Train Music Festival held in the Holy Auditorium. At the same time, A+ Records, A+ Audio and Big A Radio officially entered the new office building.

The ten songs were still the last one, and he couldn't wait.

"Mimi, I'm back to Chicago, see you in the studio in a few days?"

He simply chose to go back to Chicago first, and he was always uncomfortable with those uncertainties.

"Hello."

Accompanied by Dile and Al, I met Dion Wilson and CommonSense in the company’s new building. Both of them were black. Dion Wilson was taught to be short and stout. Song Ya realized that he was actually at the party at his home. I have seen that his manners are no different from ordinary Chicago small and medium-sized DJs, while CommonSense is taller and thinner. The conversation is indeed well-educated, but both of them are still dressed in the street.

"Hey, APLUS, congratulations on your Grammy Annual Single Award. We admire you very much."

Dion Wilson got close.

The two parties talked about the contract while visiting the new building, "Thank you, do you have any doubts about my terms?" Song Ya asked.

"There's nothing wrong with me, the key is him." Dion Wilson pointed to CommonSense.

"I still want to retain certain production rights, and I heard that your company is completely independent? Just signed a distribution agreement with Sony Columbia Records, so that the other party will fully help with the distribution?" CommonSense asked two questions.

"Don't you have an agent?" Song Ya asked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't think you brought anyone here. "

"Yes, but I think I'd better come to talk to you in person first." Although CommonSense is a rapper, his style is more like Quincy Jones, BABYFACE and other old-school black musicians. Although it is indeed a bit arrogant, Song Ya feels harmonious. This kind of cooperation should be able to rest assured a lot.

"Is such that……"

Song Ya stopped in the completed recording studio No. 1, "As a small record company, I don't want to sign too complicated contracts with subordinate singers, including the sharing of production rights. Then the release of Sony Columbia Records... indeed, I can’t guarantee that I will get better distribution resources than Sony’s Columbia Records label, but it’s not bad. As you can see, I won the Grammy Award yesterday. Their support for me is still quite enough. ."

His remarks are basically false, but it is enough to bluff the two in front of them, "I can increase the signing fee to 700,000."

The two looked at each other, "Well, let me go back and discuss with the agent." CommonSense concealed its tendency well.

"can."

The group continued to visit and walked to the unfinished large recording studio. All the sound-absorbing materials on the wall have been painted into the deep blue of the sea according to Song Ya’s idea. The high-priced design studio took advantage of the opportunity to move the entire recording studio. It has become a simple style, and the recording studio is very empty with a large area. A microphone is hung from the top without any extra microphone holders and the like.

"Wow, cool, it's great here."

Dion Wilson seemed to like the design of this studio very much. "Have you named this studio? APLUS."

"Of course, it's called Deep Sea."