Chicago 1990

　　 Within a few days, Hayden drove the car to the door of his house.

　　 Song Ya crawled out of bed with a yawn, looked at the alarm clock, four o'clock in the morning.

　　 Al with a beard and explosive head wears headphones and uses a pillow to cushion his butt. The small TV is facing the other side of the bed, and a poster is added to block the light. There is only a slight click of the handle in the room.

　　 Hey, how could a hip-hop singer become a dead-end game?

　　 Song Ya shook his head helplessly.

Previously, Pablo was willing to take the initiative to pull Ayre back. After working with SBK, this road was completely broken. SBK's strategy is to go first with singles. Since there is no Ayre in the second-hand store, then Pablo is impossible. Pull him back to divide the money.

With a good hand played like this, Song Ya’s previous sympathy for him has long since disappeared. For more than a month, he could not sleep well at night. Now this picture is still the result of several severe negotiations. Aunt Susie came forward and drove people away. If you don't leave him, the black Buddy looks invincible.

　　 Fortunately, I can get rid of this guy when I move.

　　 Washed and dressed and went downstairs. Hayden was sitting at the table, eating scrambled eggs made by Aunt Susie. On the table were a pile of documents and a pager.

Song Ya picked up the pager, which had a straight display with a display function. There was a plastic buckle on the back. He hung it on his waist and tried it. Although many people wore it like this, it was inexplicably rustic, and he stuffed it into his pocket. Too big, just throw it directly into the bag.

　　 took the scrambled eggs handed over by Aunt Susie and ate them while looking at the documents.

　　 The number of the pager and the shopping receipt, etc., he calculated the amount and directly signed a check and put it in front of Hayden.

　　 Then there is the sales statistics of Old Joe’s music. In more than a month, Lori II’s album sold more than 68,000 copies, and he was allocated a royalty of early 3,000, and the check of Old Joe’s music is attached to the back. The later release of the album will be owned by SBK, and Old Qiao Music will no longer be responsible for sales. He received the check, and signed another one-tenth of the check to Hayden to pay the commission, saying: "This sales volume is pretty good. After one or two years, there will be more than ten to two hundred thousand copies. ."

Hayden shook his head, "Too few. According to SBK, Old Joe made two fatal mistakes. One was that the publicity failed to keep up, which caused the album to fail to gain momentum. Now the audience is chasing the trend and the songs are not. It’s popular, they will naturally think it’s not good to give up buying. Second, the distribution is too conservative and only cassettes are released. Many people covered by the propaganda cannot buy records, so they simply choose to transcribe. Anyway, cassette transcription is convenient, which further causes The loss of future buyers."

　　 "That's why we chose SBK, didn't we?" Song Ya continued to process the next one, not a document, but two color photos, one of herself and Underwood shaking hands, and one of Michelle.

　　 "I went to the reporters present to ask for it. It was a good shot. You are very photogenic." Hayden joked, "Would you like to find two frames to frame?"

　　 "Forget it." Song Ya put the photo aside, "They are not really big people, are they? I wouldn't be embarrassed if Underwood was not elected to the Federal Assembly."

　　 "Whether they are big people depends on your own level." Hayden said.

　　 Song Ya thinks that it makes sense. He takes down a book he is reading from upstairs and puts two photos in it.

　　 "The book can say no..."

Hayden saw the cover of the book, "Sony bought Columbia's film and music department, Panasonic bought MCA records, Mitsubishi bought Rockefeller Center, you look at the cars running on the road now, maybe in a few years, we You have to work for the notebooks."

　　 Song Ya shrugged. Speaking of the car, the eight-year-old Ford pickup truck that hadn't been bought for a long time was broken by Connie, and he was still lying at the door. Centennial Ford was destroyed by... Connie.

　　 Speaking of Connie, she lazily hugged Emily who was still not awake and went downstairs.

　　 The last few documents are familiar portrait authorization letters. The reason they got up so early was that they wanted to shoot the MV again, which was naturally a second-hand store.

"The producer of SBK said that the director wanted to take advantage of the light and shadow at sunrise. We are not in time. The professional makeup artist they hired to put on the girl’s makeup is very slow. This is a big production. I heard that it will be on MTV. Broadcast."

　　 Hearing Hayden's words, Connie rushed out of the door holding Emily, and got into the front seat of the Dodge Dynasty.

　　 "Don't you two have breakfast? Bitch!" Aunt Susie said in the morning.

　　 "Let's go too."

　　 Song Ya put the scrambled egg in his mouth, and went out with Hayden, the car crossed several streets, and stopped in front of Ellie's house and honked a few horns.

　　 After a while, Allie climbed down the window on the second floor and ran into the car like a thief.

"Dear."

　　 She got into the car and arched into Song Ya’s arms, her little mouth kept kissing Song Ya’s cheek, "Thank you, you are so kind."

　　 Connie and Emily in the front seat rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Small things." Song Ya hugged Ellie, who was like a small animal, in a complicated mood. This time, I helped her show her face in the MV. It would be worthy of her to break up in the future, emmm... But since the two are still male now Girlfriend... He looked at the seat in front of him, then put his hand into Ellie's clothes quietly.

　　 The shooting location was not the second-hand store where Song Ya got the apocalypse. Old Qiao said that it did not belong to the site of the Hell Bobcat. There may be accidents in the shooting. After all, the gangs are at war, and the battle is imminent.

　　 Hell Bobcat's site is not big, and soon the car drove to its destination.

　　 This second-hand shop is much smaller than the one where he got the apocalypse, and much older. There are a lot of cars and equipment parked at the door, and many staff are busy. Give the three signed portrait authorization letters to the crew in charge, and take Connie, Emily, and Allie to find the vanity car. Song Ya casually recognized many familiar faces from the last MV filming. "Isn't it about big production? Why is it the same as last time?" He asked Hayden.

　　 "It will take three days to shoot. This director is well-known in Chicago, and the big production will first record a lot of material, and then cut it into a three-minute MV. Who knows if he can show his face." Hayden replied.

SBK acted very quickly in order to recover the time lost by Lao Qiao. The decision of this MV did not communicate with Song Yaxian, but this is a normal phenomenon. Songwriters generally do not get involved in these matters. They are willing to take care of Lao Qiao's music group. People’s old relationships are already pretty good.

Song Ya originally had a complete MV in his mind, but he felt that the style of that MV didn’t match the mainstream orientation of this era, and he hadn’t learned how to write desk books or storyboards. He had the goods in his mind, but expressed If you don't come out, just think about it.

The two walked to a warehouse behind the store, which was transformed into two temporary VIP dressing rooms. Little Lori and Old Qiao each occupied one. Their two people were clearly separated at the door, and there were several belts. The real gang members in the flower turban smoked cigarettes from a distance in the town, UU reading www.uukanshu.com to prevent accidents.

　　 "Hey, APLUS!" AK even waved when he saw Song Ya, "Come here, come here, and you have your opinion."

　　 "What's your opinion?" Song Ya walked over and saw Tony, AK and others in a circle, talking about a piece of paper in Pablo's hand.

"SBK got the chance to perform at home for the Bulls in the playoffs, but only one performance, which one do you choose?" Pablo was in a good mood today, probably a series of high-end and high-end operation orders after SBK took over. He gradually let go of his worry, "APLUS?" He handed the paper in his hand to Song Ya, which turned out to be a match list.

　　 "I haven't studied it." After Song Ya crossed over, he had to prepare for a speech when he was writing lyrics and songs.

　　 "Don't pay attention to him, he is a ball blind." Tony screamed: "If I want to choose, I will choose the first game of the playoffs, steady!"

　　 "Idiot, the sooner you perform, the lower your attention, at least in the Eastern Finals!" AK objected.

　　 "Can we do it? Last year..." Tony was a little lacking in confidence.

　　 "Phil Jackson did a great job this year. Besides, we have Jordan. Only the Pistons can stop him in the Eastern Conference. It just so happens that we will face the Pistons in the Eastern Conference Finals."

　　 "Phil Jackson is a rookie..."

　　 The two were arguing, and little Lori, who had not finished putting on makeup, rushed out from inside, "Finals! Finals!" He shouted like a child, "I only want the finals!"

"OK then."

Pablo gave up the opportunity to sign with Song Ya in order for Lori to abandon Al, abandoning old Morgan, and almost doted to him, "Then..." He hesitated for a while with his pen hanging on the match table." Just take the first game of the final at home, be steady."