Chicago 1990

In this old Qiao music circle, Song Ya is undoubtedly one of Old Qiao’s people. It is not really attached to work. Nancheng slums follow a kind of ethical relationship of gangsters. Generally speaking, he is Old Qiao. Hooded'.

　　 After chatting with Tony and others for a while, he went to greet Eric and them, "Old Joe wants to see you." Eric put him and Hayden into Old Joe's dressing room.

　　 "Hey! APLUS!"

　　 Old Joe saw Song Ya and pointed to a square paper shell on the dressing table, "Look, this is the single cover made by the SBK guys, how about it? Give me some advice."

　　 "Can't change it, right?"

Song Ya took the twelve-inch hard paper cover in his hand, and the picture was filled with various goods commonly found in second-hand stores. The photographer cleverly used the blur to hide all the brand and even the style information, leaving only a rich collection. The shop name on the top was replaced with the song name ThriftShop, and the SALE on a white discount sign was replaced with “Lori and Joe”, all with a fat and slightly “playful” font. It echoes the funny tone of the song very well. Seeing this degree of completion, Song Ya knew that SBK didn't plan to solicit Old Joe's opinion at all, but Daniel's promise was fulfilled, and Old Joe and Little Lori were on the same level in this single.

　　 "Yeah, I have to talk to Daniel, the people at SBK need to respect us more." Old Joe started a grumbling, but it was only a grumbling. He is now grinning and happy.

　　 "Don't move!" The black aunt's makeup artist snapped.

　　 Old Qiao shut up.

　　 After a short silence, Song Ya and Hayden looked at each other. They also found that there was nothing to do, "Then I..." Hayden pointed to the door, "Call me if I have something."

After Hayden left, Song Ya went around on the set, leaving his pager number with acquaintances, and then moved the folding stool to find a place behind the director’s monitor that would not interfere with the shooting, and was ready to watch the MV. Shooting, but now that the shooting hasn't taken place, he took out the pen and paper, and began to compose an essay on "To Mandela".

　　 The sky was overwhelmingly bright, and the crew officially started filming. All the lights were dim. A simple speaker played the second-hand shop. Old Joe and Little Lori started to perform under the direction of the director and the music under the dim light of the rising sun.

　　Without the light, the composition is impossible to write. Song Ya put away the pen and paper, and Allie with makeup quietly touched it and sat on his lap.

　　 The two young men were rubbing their bodies across their clothes in the dark, moving in great interest. Allie began to gasp, "After that time we..." She gently pecked and kissed Song Ya's neck.

"Yeah." Song Ya frowned. The child from a poor family can't even find a place to'do errands'. He has a cautious personality. He doesn't want to drive without a license or be a wild mandarin duck at school. Going to Al, there is nothing good except holding back.

　　 "Just go and open the house. It's just a matter of spending money. We have money now." He thought to himself.

When it was light, the two could only be separated. Allie took out a small makeup mirror to make up the lipstick and also joined the shooting, but this time she and Connie, Emily and others could only serve as backgrounds. After all, it was a big production. Of course, the word'big' is relative. Song Ya secretly compared it with the original version. The original version also has a plot to drive a speedboat. This time it is impossible, let alone compare with the sky-high MV of the same generation Michael Jackson and other superstars. . Of course, it costs much more than Lori's previous MV.

The director is a very demanding middle-aged white man. He drove the whole crew round and round. No one had any time to communicate with a bystander. It was almost noon, Song Ya was already bored. During a filming break, he was chatting with Lao Qiao, suddenly Hearing Tony and the others whistled and groaned again.

　　 Song Ya looked over, a bus stopped not far away, the door opened, and a dozen white girls walked down one by one, no matter the blond, black, or red hair, all of them were tall and good-looking.

　　 "This is the model invited by SBK." Old Joe also put his finger in his mouth and whistled loudly.

　　 The white girls walked to the vanity car under the leadership of their agent. Tony’s ex-girlfriend was not there, maybe it was dumped by him. He headed the head and brought the single brothers forward, entangled one by one.

　　 All black girls like Ellie, Connie, Emily rolled their eyes this time.

　　 Black people have a mixed inferiority complex and conquer fascination with light-colored girls. Their method of picking up these girls is very simple. They buy the probabilities exhaustively. They talk to each other one by one. If they are rejected, they will replace them. This frivolous method can never succeed in theory, but women are emotional animals. Maybe there is exactly one sample in the sample, or just lonely and intolerable or emotionally hurt or suddenly want to indulge, as long as there are enough samples, exhaustive In the past there were always opportunities to succeed. Of course, the consequences of the black's ‘responsibility’ will be a matter for the future.

Little Lori, who has always been dragged endlessly, was also tempted this time. His eyes were very high. He took the wingman AK straight to the white girl who came out of a car behind the bus. Unexpectedly, the girl raised her **** and instantly rejected it. There was a burst of laughter in the crew.

　　 "Bi Chi." Little Lori lost face and returned to the dressing room unhappy.

"Why look familiar?" Song Ya stared at the beautiful girl with a jewel-like green eye that was about one meter and seven meters away. The beautiful girl with a slightly heroic brow between her eyebrows looked and looked again. The heart was inexplicably lifted by Allie just now. Rekindle.

　　 "Of course, Milla Jovovich, it used to be very popular." An SBK staff member next to him took the conversation, "You must have seen her advertisement."

　　 "Before?" Song Yaxin said how old the girl is now.

"When I was eleven or two years old, I shot a lot of commercials, and was voted as the most memorable woman in the world. She looks mature but a bit Flop. I became a contracted singer of our company the year before. It seems to be a loss-making business. She is still suitable for acting as a vase and receiving print advertisements.” The staff member curled his lips in disdain, obviously having a bad impression of the girl, “She is spoiled, and she is in a rebellious period. Good service."

　　 Sure enough, the girl screamed from the vanity car, "I want a VIP dressing room! I don't want to make makeup with them!"

　　 The middle-aged white woman next to the girl came to the director embarrassedly, and it should be the girl's mother.

　　 The director scratched his head straight and came over to find old Joe, "Joe, look at..."

　　 Old Joe is very talking now, "APLUS, take them there."

　　 "Well, come with me."

　　 Song Ya led the mother and daughter to Lao Qiao's dressing room. They were all talking in a foreign language on the way, listening to them as if they were Russian.

　　 "Did you just speak Russian?" When the girl sat down in front of the dressing table, he stood outside the door and asked the girl's mother.

　　 "That's it." The other party obviously didn't want to talk to Song Ya, and he casually closed the door of the dressing room.

　　 Song Ya noticed that she was holding Lori's album cassette in her hand, "Introduce myself, I am the songwriter of this song, that is APLUS." He pointed to the cassette.

　　 "Oh?" This time the other person's eyes lit up and his attitude changed a lot~www.wuxiaspot.com~Wow, I didn't expect you to be so young, how old are you? "

　　 "Fifteen."

"It happens to be the same age as my Mila..." The girl's mother was reserved for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and asked to sing: "Do you have any songs suitable for girls of Mila's age? Uh... She likes to sing very much. , I can only help her fulfill her dream. For this, we gave up many opportunities in the advertising and film circles... We have joined SBK for almost two years, but..."

　　 "Why do you want to tell outsiders this!"

The girl got angry again. She flicked her long hair and drove the makeup artist away. Her long legs rushed to the door a few steps, "FXXXYOU!" Song Ya, who did not provoke her, squeezed her throat and cursed, bang. Slammed the door shut.

　　 "FXXXYOU...FXXXYOU..." Song Yaru was shocked by Lei, stunned, and the girl's cursing echoed constantly in his mind, not because he was hit by the opponent's attitude, but...

　　Fxxxyoufxxxyou

　　Fxxxyouveryverymuch

　　Causewehatewhatyoudo

　　Andwehateyourwholecrew

　　Sopleasedon\'tstayintouch

　　Fxxxyoufxxxyou

　　Fxxxyouveryverymuch

　　Causeyourwordsdon\'t

　　Andit\'sgettingquitelate

　　Sopleasedon\'tstayintouch