Chicago 1990

　　 The leased black Cadillac Wood slowly stopped outside the Radio City Music Hall, "Don't be nervous, just behave normally." Hayden urged.

　　 "I'm fine." Song Ya smiled. Today's award has nothing to do with her, and she is relaxed without any pressure. "You can take Dilei to New Jersey in this car. It happens to be in front of AW Investment Company."

　　 "Understood, we are waiting for you in New Jersey." Hayden replied.

　　 The door was opened from the outside, Song Ya took a deep breath and stepped out of the car door.

The big neon light poles on both sides of the Radio City Music Hall are shining, but there is no warm atmosphere as imagined outside. It seems to be much worse than the Oscar scene. On both sides of the red carpet, some crazy fans holding various signs, it seems that they have not seen With the word'APLUS', only the reporter's flashlight kept flickering.

　　 He is still in the old style today, a denim jacket with fringe, a T-shirt with Chinese characters, a white AJ4, only a pair of dark blue jeans, and a thick gold chain and shiny rhinestone A+ tag customized by the gold store for him.

　　 "APLUS look at this!"

　　 "Here! APLUS!"

　　 It doesn't matter if there are few fans, the reporters can probably recognize him, Song Ya walked a little bit slower than usual, waving openly at the camera and smiling.

　　 The short red carpet walked quickly. According to his current list, he can only pick a relatively quiet time to be there. However, Motula has a good relationship with the broadcaster CBS, and he has obtained a short interview qualification for him.

　　 "Hey! APLUS! Wow, you are so handsome today." The outfield hostess waited for him at an advertising wall, "Is this your first Grammy participation today?"

　　 "Yes." Song Ya stood beside her, smiled and waved towards the camera lens.

　　 "How do you feel? Are you nervous?"

　　The hostess asked some safety questions. Song Ya answered one by one. The next singer who stepped on the red carpet has slowly approached, "The last question, who do you think will be the best newcomer this year?"

　　 This should be set by Columbia Records in advance, "Mariah Carey!" Song Ya shouted towards the camera.

　　 After he was done, he entered the concert hall, and his seat was at the back. Nearby were people from Columbia Records. Walt, David Cole and Roberto Clevere were already sitting there.

　　 "It's fine if you don't cooperate with the hype scandal, anyway, walking the red carpet holding a female star..."

　　 All three of them came with his wife. Roberto Klevell, who didn’t know his relationship with Mira, smiled and said: “If this goes on, people will be suspected of being gay. What about the girl who filmed the MV with you last time?”

　　 Knowing the inside story, Walter said, "Stop making trouble with Roberto, he is only sixteen."

　　 David Cole interrupted them and motioned Song Ya to look in the other direction, "They are calling you, go over and say hello."

　　A few black singers were waving at Songya at the other end of the hall.

　　 "It's too early to start, it's okay to say hello in the past." Walter said.

Song Ya got up and walked over, and he recognized one of the few people, the famous East Coast rapper'Daddy Kane', "Yo..." Whether you know it or not, you just go up and punch the other party as soon as you go, "Hey , Boy, don't you know me?" A very stylish old black man sat in his seat, and instead of **** him, he stretched out his hand.

Song Ya remembered that the other party was Quincy Jones, one of the top musicians in the country, and one of Michael Jackson's Bole, but then the two seemed to fall out, "How come, it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Jones." He hurried to each other. shake hands.

　　 "OMG, I can't believe this kid came from the slum area of ​​Nancheng...Look, he doesn't look like you upstarts at all."

　　 Quincy Jones looked at Song Ya and joked with the person next to him, "You are from Chicago, and so am I." He said to Song Ya, "Even if we know each other today, I will find you when I have a chance."

　　 "Okay, Mr. Jones."

　　 Song Ya had a brief exchange with them and returned to his seat. According to Walter, the'Backonthe Block' sung by'Daddy Kane' and Quincy Jones were shortlisted for this newly established Best Rap Group Award. They have almost no rivals, and there is no other newly established best rapper. The accident will fall into the hands of the vocal West Coast rap star MCHammer, vanilla ice is also shortlisted for this award, but he should not be MCHammer's opponent.

Walter and the others turned the topic to MCHammer. The guy bought a California mansion worth $12 million last year and was equipped with hundreds of servants, a dozen luxury cars and thoroughbred horses, and a TV show. Life is extremely extravagant, all made by PleaseHammerDon\'tHurt\'Em an album, he also brought up the trend of exaggerated flying squirrel pants worn by all black people.

　　 "MCHammer and Vanilla Bing are on Capitol Records and SBK Records. They are both EMI labels. They are far ahead of us in the field of rap music." Walter said.

After chatting, the Grammys officially started. Not surprisingly, Quincy Jones and HCHammer won the awards respectively. After defeating SBK's Wilson sisters and Phillips, Mariah Carey won the Best Newcomer Award. Tenni Houston competed with the high-profile bald female singer Hiny De O'Connor and won the best female pop singer title in one fell swoop.

　　, who participated in the Grammy for the first time in five mentions and two, she also performed a song on stage, and received a wave of applause. Motura and his Sony Columbia Records had a new DIVA as they wished.

　　 "I blame you!"

Sony Columbia Records put the Grammy celebration dinner in the banquet hall on the top floor of the World Trade Center. Mariah Carey changed into an evening dress. She was glamorous. She complained to Song Ya who was devouring, "It’s you who made me choose. In that evening dress, when I sang on stage, the shoulder straps kept falling down, distracting me and the song was not singing well."

"what?"

Song Ya used champagne to deliver the food in his mouth. To prevent accidents during the Grammy Awards, Hayden suggested that he never eat or drink from the afternoon to the evening. As a result, he was thirsty and hungry. Li couldn’t concentrate on the awards at all, so he could only make up for it at the celebration dinner, “You still don’t sing well? Anyway, at my level, I can’t hear anything wrong, okay, you can ask Walter and see them. Disagree."

"I can guess what they will say, nothing more than those few compliments..." Mariah Carey watched Song Ya eat happily, and licked her lips, reaching out to the sashimi covered with top caviar. .

　　 "Mary!" Motula didn't let him succeed, and walked over from a distance, "Don't eat, come, and take you to meet a few people."

　　 "It's all your fault." Mariah Carey took Motula's arm and turned back to Song Ya and said again.

　　 "Yeah! Yeah! Blame me."

After Song Ya laughed with Motula, "The people who are here today are important figures in the music industry. Don't be idle with APLUS." Motula dropped her words and led Mariah Carey to socialize. .

　　 "Is it important?"

Song Ya didn’t feel good about this dinner. The glamorous people came and went, but there were very few big-name singers. The entertainment of record company executives was only on the surface. The big agents were the most enthusiastic. It's a pity that after a few words of the scene, he will inevitably offer to invite songs or cooperate. Song Ya feels that the more he talks with them, the easier it is to offend people, and he can only stay away.

The only agent that interested him was Sandy Glen, who represented MJ, but the other party quarreled with MJ’s lawyer Blanca after a few words. Song Ya, who was on the side of the fight, looked stunned. Embarrassed again, had to leave with excuses.

　　 Walter they all brought their wife, they all have their own circles in New York, Song Ya is not too disturbed.

　　 After socializing, Song Ya finally lost her interest, so she had to find a remote corner with a glass of wine and leaned on the glass curtain wall to enjoy the night view of New York.

　　 "Huh!" Mariah Carey saw him and walked over, "You will pick a place, and I will come to be quiet and quiet. Today is really exhausted, and socializing with people is more exhausting than performing at Grammys."

　　 "Congratulations yet, Miss Kelly." Song Ya smiled and handed her the wine in her hand, "Don't worry, I haven't drunk it yet."

"Ok."

She took it and took a big sip, "It’s all like a dream, isn’t it? I mean a few years ago I was a waiter in a restaurant, and a few years ago..." Her eyes showed a look of memory, "One time we Being driven out by the landlord, my mother had to take us overnight in the laundry room..."

　　 "Isn't your mother the chief of the opera house?" Song Ya hasn't heard anything about her childhood, only knows that her mother is a famous opera singer.

　　 "Single mother with two children, the income of the opera house is also unstable." She replied.

"It's better than like me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I have been eating relief since I was young." Song Ya talked about his experience in the slum, "Okay, don't be miserable, you are now the most famous in all rice. One of the singers and got everything that all female singers want today."

"Yay."

Mariah Carey looked at the night view and pointed to the skyscrapers outside, "Did you know? Looking down from here, I have the feeling that all New York is under my skirt. I am like...like the Queen of the New York Empire ......" She chuckled as she finished speaking, as if she was a little drunk.

　　 "Yes, it's too high here. Looking from the top down, it really makes people feel like everything is under control."

　　 Song Ya followed her gaze and looked over. He wanted to say that you are Queen, so I will be the King here sooner or later, but before he could say it, I realized that she was taking advantage of her.

　　 The two of them stopped at the same time, and looked down at the New York neighborhoods with lights like stars, and the traffic and pedestrians like ants.

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