Chicago 1990

"APLUS! Dog!"

Miami in April was already around 20 degrees, and Chicago, the place where the group of people started, had a single-digit temperature. Snoopy took the lead and waved to the fans who came to pick up the airport, then put on sunglasses and exclaimed: "M -Fxxk what a great sun and sea breeze! I really hate the spooky weather in Chicago..."

"Then what's the next stop in Las Vegas? It's a city in the desert." Song Ya smiled and walked over to greet the fans and sign.

"Hey, of course I like Las Vegas too." Snoop Dogg smiled: "By the way, Tyson was just released on parole, and he invited Sugnet and me to the party he held there... …"

"Sugnett? Then I won't go, and I heard that Tyson's party is very lewd. I wish you a good time."

Song Ya shook his head and refused, "Besides, I still have one more day to shoot the MV." Taking advantage of the opportunity of coming to Miami Beach and having ready-made female models available, he will spend a day shooting the MV of Cheerleader's song in the second college. According to the original version of Apocalypse, it is actually just singing and dancing on the beach with beautiful girls wearing bikinis and cheerleading uniforms, and then playing beach volleyball. It is very simple and money-saving.

"I knew, Biggie, what about you?" Snoop Dogg asked.

Biggie wanted to go, he hesitated and took a few deep breaths, and then discussed with the classmates in a low voice, "Forget it, it's not convenient for me to show up with Sugnett." It was not bad, but I held back.

"Shxt, then I don't care about you."

Snoopy's EQ is very high and he didn't bother anymore.

The popularity of the three most popular hip-hop stars in the area can still be seen in the difference. Song Ya is almost madly sought after by all the fans of the pick-up. Snoop Dogg’s fans are concentrated in the black community, while Biggie is far behind. In the greater New York area, some local Miami fans don't even know him.

"South Beach, South Beach..."

He was a little upset and urged Song Ya to end his autograph soon so that he could go to the A+ costume show.

"Alright alright."

Song Ya waved and blown kisses to the fans, and the group went to meet Huang Yuan who came to pick them up in person, and drove to the beach city. Basically all the fashion show activities in Miami were concentrated on the luxurious side of the South Beach. In the hotel.

"Here will not reach the peak of the swimwear show until August, and now the catwalks are basically small fast-moving brands."

The show time was at night, and the stands on both sides were empty. Some male and female models were walking on the T stage to rehearse, and the lighting effects were not turned on. They looked very deserted. A+ Apparel President Scott called the designer that the company was about to support. .

"Mr. APLUS, I'm so excited, so honored..." This enchanting white man cast a wink at Song Ya.

"Hello there."

There are too many gays in this industry, and Song Ya is not surprised, shook hands with him generously and took photos with him affectionately, "It's up to you at night."

"Don't worry, Mr. APLUS." The other party replied happily.

Song Ya heard the voices of many female models, and looked back, Snoop Dogg and Biggie had already brought their attendants over there to accost, and there was a mess on the T stage.

Song Ya observed and felt that some of them did not lose the first-line supermodels in appearance, but they had a lot of step difference, and their figures...it’s hard to say, because most of the supermodels now are Kate Moss neutral faces and flat bodies. The curves of the girls here are more in line with their own aesthetics. But their professionalism is really not very good. Seeing the big-name singers show up, they are happy to have fun, and quickly leave the rehearsal and scream and socialize with the dogs, "It seems that there are no well-known models?" He asked Scott And designers.

"We don't need it yet."

Scout replied: "Female models are all third-tier, while male models are basically second-tier..."

"Okay, I have no experience the first time, so be careful." Song Ya knew that men buy more T-shirts at present, and nodded his approval.

"Didn't you have worked with Tyra Banks on the MV? I asked her agent, she actually doesn't mind coming to help..." Scout mentioned the opportunity.

"Uh……"

Song Ya lowered his voice, "Forget it, some people don't like me to have contact with her again."

Both Scott and the designer laughed. They thought Mariah Carey didn't like it. In fact, only Song Ya knew that Halle Berry's feelings were taken into consideration.

"Hey, let's rehearse too."

He brought these two guys over to do business, and the three of them will sing DeadAndGone in the middle of the catwalk.

"Hey, APLUS, you fucking..." The dog was following Huang Yuan with a smile and went to the backstage, then turned around and cursed: "We have to talk about money! Go find my agent!"

"Just a while, fifteen minutes! Otherwise you don't want to sit there at night!"

Song Ya immediately threatened him by pointing to the terraced stands.

The fashion industry still retains a strong old European atmosphere. The seating arrangement of the stands next to it is very particular. The conspicuous position of the first row closest to the runway is generally reserved for stars, fashion magazine editors, well-known designers, photographers, and models. Brokers, celebrities, or important buyers in major high-end department stores can see who and who is in the fashion industry at a glance. If there is an embarrassment between coffee positions and seats, both the celebrities themselves and the organizers will lose face.

"Fxxk!"

Nowadays, gangster rappers are very unpopular with fashion shows. They don't care about it on the surface, but in fact, if they have the opportunity to sit on the runway and act hard, how can they be unwilling! Gou and Biggie turned around obediently, and Song Ya asked Scott to confess to the live sound engineer to play the accompaniment, and then the three of them sang to the music on the runway and drew something, even if it was done.

"Then I'm going to rest, can I sit here full at night? I mean you didn't just find someone to make up the number, right?"

He saw Snoopy's dog and their lives, he was a little tired, and asked Scott.

"Uh."

Scout's face appeared embarrassed, "Our brand is cheap, and there is no well-known fashion industry person who has the original intention to come, but you can rest assured that there will be no accidents at night, at least I can guarantee that the stands are all bright and colorful. Of men and women."

This is the case. The fashion industry is all sensitive to tortoises. High-end people will not surrender themselves in the pheasant runway show, and the big show of high-end brands will not allow influential guests to appear in the middle of the stands. The conspicuous position, at most, arrange the corner positions on both sides of the first row to some related households who need to be exposed.

"All right, I'll come back that night."

Song Ya took people to the nearby hotel to rest. In the evening, he changed into formal clothes and dressed up as the most beautiful dog in the audience according to the aesthetic taste of hip-hop singers, Biggie wearing bragging Dad’s own brand suits, Huang Yuan and other locals The hip-hop star sat in the middle of the first row of stands.

Scout is right. The faces of the people who come tonight are very strange, but at least everyone is dressed in fashion. It is a face-saving thing to be invited to the show anyway. Before the opening, people happily socialize with each other and enjoy themselves. among them.

Soon, the first formal fashion show of A+ Apparel began, the lights were dimmed, the music rang, and the models stepped on the stage vigorously. Snoop Dogg and Biggie had a bad time, and both stood up and "knowed" Gang. A certain third-rate female model soon applauded and whistled.

In the middle of the catwalk, the three of them sang on stage, pushing the atmosphere of the audience to the highest point.

"Buttheoldme\'sdeadandgone, DeadandGon..."

After singing the last sentence, he seemed to see a familiar face appearing at the far end of the show. The two looked at each other, and the other side flashed away. Unfortunately, it was too dim to confirm.

"I just saw Mira, did you see it?" After returning to the stands, he quietly asked the old Mike sitting directly behind.

"So?" Old Mike asked back.

He stopped talking. After the catwalk was over, it was the turn of the landlord Huang Yuan to arrange the show, but he still declined, and asked Huang Yuan to take the dog and Biggie to the party there, and he went back to the hotel to rest.

"I just saw Mira." He asked Linda again.

"Well, she is also on the show here. Another small brand is also on the same runway. Tomorrow night." Linda replied: "I just recognized her too, so I went to find out."

"She is back on the runway again?" Song Ya asked: "Isn't she supposed to be on tour? She came to me on purpose?"

"I'm back early, but I can't pick up the catwalks of first- and second-tier clothing brands. Her tour in cafes and bars should have been aborted by the acting agency. A concert in the UK seems to have been cancelled. It may not be profitable. Come to the money."

Linda shook her head: "It shouldn't be intentional. The small brands like A+ apparel are the same as us. The catwalks are signed to the model agency. They send models over according to the customer's asking price and requirements. Mira is now with that model. The brokerage company signed a short contract."

"Oh."

Song Ya thought of the scenery when she was the most popular, and couldn't help but sigh, "I thought she could earn some heat by fighting Fergie. She was really hurt by his father."

"I heard that Mr. Jovovich’s case will be sentenced next month. The enthusiasm for catching horses like her and Fergie passes very quickly. Ordinary people forget about it when they turn their heads, and Fergie adds Kingsley to be so shrewd. After guessing the true purpose of her heat up, she quickly got out of the fight. The two can now be in the sky and the other underground. It is not good for Miss Fergie to continue arguing."

Linda asked, "Do you want to see her? I should be able to try to arrange it properly."

Song Ya looked at her assistant strangely, as if she had slightly changed her attitude towards Mariah Carey after the **** incident. "No..." He touched the wedding ring on his left ring finger, "I just Ask."

"Well, then you rest, boss, and I will shoot the MV tomorrow." Linda went out and closed the bedroom door for him.

Having slept for a while during the day, Song Ya couldn't sleep anymore at night. He couldn't help but recalled the past with Mila. He shook his head quickly, dialed his wife's mobile phone, and turned on the TV.

"APLUS, I am very happy to work with you."

Since breaking out in Hollywood, he has not been very concerned about the specific shooting of the MV. The next morning, he went to Miami’s beautiful South Beach, where Cheerleader’s MV crew was already waiting, including the director. I don't know it either, it was done by Sony Columbia Records.

"I am also honored."

He shook hands with the young white director, then put on a T-shirt with A+ costumes, and quickly started shooting with yesterday’s female models. Those third-rate female models and local professional female dancers seemed to want to eat him. They seduce them by ordinary means, but he thanked Jing insensitively, and kept working distance with them very smoothly.

Doyouneedme?

DoyouthinkI\'mpretty?

DoImakeyoufeellikecheating?

AndI\'mlikeno, notreally

The unofficial accompaniment of Cheerleader was played on the shooting scene. Miami’s beautiful sun, beaches, bikini girls and coastline were in the background. He gestured hip-hop gestures to the upside-down camera and quickly finished his part before noon. The original MV is that simple, and the effect is actually good. Of course, the quality of the future MV will undoubtedly lead this era.

"Do you want to supervise the other girls' group dances?" The director came over and asked: "There is too much sunshine at noon. I have to wait until 4 o'clock in the afternoon for those parts."

"Forget it, my song is very leisurely, it doesn't matter if you don't dance well, you don't even need to deliberately pursue the standard of dance steps..."

He confessed to the director, "Shoot more material, and I have to participate in the post editing. By the way, let the girls wear as cool as possible when the time comes, and the style of my second major is consistent. Sony Columbia Records gives you the relevant requirements, right? ?"

"OK, no problem, I know."

The little MV director had no ideas in front of the big stars, and readily accepted them one by one.

"Doggo did they go to Las Vegas?"

Ignoring the frustrated eyes of the girls, he left the temporarily isolated beach studio surrounded by bodyguards (in the future, the MV will not involve the plot and will not be written in detail).

"Well, they left in the morning, they are waiting for you over there." Linda replied.

"Then let's get there as soon as possible." Song Ya nodded, "The shooting went well today. I thought it would be done at night."

"Boss..." At this time, Scout anxiously wiped his sweat and appeared in front of him. "A Biggie's attendant made trouble in the backstage of yesterday's runway, what should I do?"

"Didn't they all leave?" Song Ya frowned.

"That guy seemed to be entangled with a model from last night, so he stayed quietly. He didn’t find anyone in the backstage today. The other party probably didn’t tell him that he was shooting a MV on the beach today. He drank a lot of alcohol and made it a bit ugly. What to do? If you don’t stop the organizer, you will call the police and arrest people."

Scout led him to the catwalk last night.

Song Ya followed into the entrance, and suddenly remembered that Mira was the show tonight, she should be rehearsing in it now, and immediately stopped, "Damon, are you familiar with Biggie's attendants? Take Mavota in and get him Just carry it out..."

"Ok."

Damon Dash, who was temporarily acting as a follower, led the people with Scout.

Song Ya stood at the entrance with Old Mike and the others waiting, suddenly feeling a little melancholy. He couldn't figure out why he had to avoid meeting with Mira, and soon a drunken black voice came out, "Damon! Get out! Where's Bitch? She tricked me, I want to see her, right now!"

"Fxxk! Don't embarrass Biggie to us New Yorkers here!"

Song Ya looked in, and the drunk was being dragged on the T stage by Damon Dash and Marvota. The guy kicked his legs frantically. The female models in the rehearsal had already hid the runway and gathered together to watch the excitement and talk and laugh.

He didn't see Mila's figure, so he turned to look for it. What a coincidence! It turned out that Mila was leaning against the wall near the entrance, only a few meters away from him, alone, holding a long slender cigarette in his hand, expressionless and cool. Cool stared at the farce on the T stage without a mouthful. The baby on his cheeks was long gone, and his appearance was more neutral than when he was with himself. His eyes were hollow, and he wore something thin and almost transparent. The fashion, except for the small briefs below, is all in the rhythm of being watched by others.

Song Ya immediately felt an inexplicable discomfort, walked a few steps directly, and took off the cigarette in her hand. "Why did you smoke this?" After checking it, it was an ordinary brand of women's cigarettes, which was a little relieved.

"It is you……"

Mira turned her head to see him, unexpectedly very calm, turned her head and continued to stare at the runway, "I smoked it a long time ago, it's just a cigarette."

"Do you need to dress like this?" Song Ya asked in a low voice.

"What's this? Oh, you mean this..."

She lowered her head and slightly covered her chest with her hand, "I used to be red, so I always get the most exposed clothes when on the catwalk. It's just work, nothing, I've got used to it a long time ago. We don't avoid men at all when we change clothes in the background Ours, that’s it, time is too fast."

"Where is your mother?" Song Ya looked up to find someone.

"She?" Mila smiled lightly, "I fired her, and the agent William Morris who was good with her was also fired. Now I am my own master."

Song Ya had nothing to say for a while, "It should have been this way."

"Haha." She lowered her head and smiled, and said nothing.

My ex-girlfriend’s personality has changed too much. The vicissitudes and maturity she inadvertently reveal now makes Song Ya feel a little bit painful. There is no way. The ups and downs in life she has experienced in the past few years have been too great. It's hard to face all that.

"I saw you yesterday." Song Ya said.

"Well, I know you are performing, so I quietly came over and took a look. Your song is still so nice...but I don't believe you will be sad for the death of Lori like in the song. You used to hate him very much. ..." She smiled.

"Uh……"

Song Ya was embarrassed, the former ex-girlfriend still knew herself, "I still remember he tried to soak you before."

"Well, I saw him very annoying at first sight. I remember another time, in a Nike store? He hugged his girlfriend and Tony, the silencer, and AK. Is it AK?"

"Yes, AK is also dead."

"I regret that……"

The two of them unknowingly talked about the past like old friends, "By the way, thank you for the precious gifts you gave me before. You helped me through the most difficult period. You also helped me get stuck with Robert I rushed back to the UK, I remember..." She said, "I always wanted to say thank you to you personally, but... Fortunately, I finally have a chance today~www.wuxiaspot.com~Nothing, no effort." Song Ya waved his hand. , "What's the matter with Mark Horton, the producer of your second major? He suddenly returned to Australia. He was pestering you, right?"

"Oh, my mother and I did it. We deliberately designed it so that his wife caught him and me alone in the hotel room."

She shrugged lightly and calmly seemed to be talking about ordinary things. "Later, my tour manager Chris Brenner took advantage of the void and he followed where I went. I wanted to get rid of him by repeating the same tricks. , But this time my mother was unwilling to cooperate with me. She even persuaded me and the old man who has some resources in the music circle to just go together. So I acted alone, but unfortunately he saw it through, and the tour had to be suspended after the fallout. Then I secretly contacted the current model agency and used their energy to fire the manager’s mother and her manager’s lover."

"Wow, did you do this by yourself?" Song Ya can hardly imagine that the girl who used to be emotionally screaming or crying could do all this alone in the sinister entertainment industry.

"Well, one person, one has to grow up." She said.

Suddenly, a flash of light came on, followed by the sound of a shutter, and Song Ya raised her head in shock. A dark figure was passing through the dim stands and ran to another exit quickly.

"Fxxk! Damon! Leave that kid alone, stop him!" Song Ya shouted immediately.

"Who!?" Damon Dash and Marvota had just dragged Biggie off the runway.

"Um, that paparazzi who ran out! Catch him! Quick!"

Before Song Ya's words fell, the man had disappeared from sight, "Oh! M-FXXK!" He smashed the lady's cigarette that he was still holding into the ground.

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