Chapter 31

In the circle of old Qiao's music, song Ya is undoubtedly an old Qiao's person. He doesn't really have any attachment to his work. In the slums of Nancheng, he follows the ethical relationship of gangsters on the road. Generally speaking, he is "covered by old Qiao".

After chatting with Tony and others, he went to say hello to Eric and said, "old Joe wants to see you." Eric put him and Hayden in old Joe's dressing room.

"Hey! APLUS！”

Seeing song ya, old Joe pointed to a square paper shell on the dressing table. "Look, this is the cover of the single made by the SBK gang. How about it? Give me some advice. "

"Can't it be changed?"

Song Ya took the 12 inch hard paper cover in his hand, and the picture was filled with all kinds of common goods in the second-hand shop. The photographer cleverly used the illusion to hide all the brand and even style information, leaving only rich and colorful pieces of color. The store name at the top was replaced with the song name thriftshop, and the sale on a white discount brand was replaced with "Lori and Joe" A kind of fat slightly "playful" font, a good response to the funny tone of the song. Song Ya saw the degree of completion, and knew that SBK didn't intend to ask old Joe's advice at all, but Daniel's promise was fulfilled, and old Joe and little Lori were equal in this single.

"Yeah, I have to talk to Daniel. SBK people need to respect us more." Old Joe started to complain, but it was only a complaint. Now he has a big mouth and is happy.

"Don't move!" Black aunt, make-up artist.

Old Joe shut up.

After a brief silence, song Ya and Hayden looked at each other. They found that they had nothing to do at the same time, "then i..." Hayden pointed to the door. "Call me if you need anything."

After Hayden left, song Ya walked around the set, leaving his pager number to his acquaintances. Then he took a folding stool and sat down behind the director's monitor to find a place that would not interfere with the shooting. He was ready to watch and observe the shooting of the MV. However, the shooting had not yet started. He took out his pen and paper and began to draft the composition for Mandela.

When the sky was dim, the crew officially started filming. All the lights were completely dark. A simple loudspeaker played the second-hand store. Old Joe and little Lori began to perform under the direction of the director and music in the twilight of the rising sun.

Without the light, there is no way to write a composition. Song Ya puts away his pen and paper. Allie, who has made up, stealthily touches it and sits on his lap.

The two young men were rubbing their bodies against each other in the dark, excited. Allie began to gasp, "after that, we'll..." She pecked Sonya on the neck.

"Well." Song Ya frowned. The children of a poor family can hardly find a place to do business. He is cautious. He neither wants to drive without a license nor to be a wild mandarin duck in school. There is an Al who doesn't go anywhere at home. There is no good way but to hold back.

"Let's just open a house. It's about spending money. We have money now." He thought to himself.

After all, the word "big" is relative. Song Ya secretly compares it with the original version. The original version also has the plot of driving a speedboat, which is impossible this time, let alone with her contemporaries Michael Jackson and other superstars compared the sky high price MV. Of course, it's much more expensive than the first MV before little Lori.

The director is a middle-aged white man with very high requirements. He drives the whole crew around. No one has the leisure to communicate with a bystander. Towards noon, song Ya has been bored. During a shooting interval, he is chatting with old Joe. Suddenly, he hears Tony and they are whistling and whistling.

Song Ya looked at it. A bus stopped not far away. The door opened and a dozen or so white girls came down one by one. They were tall and beautiful, regardless of their blonde hair, black hair or red hair.

"It's SBK's model." Old Joe put his finger in his mouth and whistled loudly.

Under the guidance of the agent, the white girls go to the make-up car. Tony's ex girlfriend is not there. He may have dumped him. He leads the way and leads the single brothers to come forward and entangle them one by one.

This time, Allie, Connie, Emily, all these black girls rolled their eyes.

Black people have a mixed inferiority complex and a desire to conquer the infatuation of light colored girls. They have a very simple way to buy these girls. They talk to each other one by one. If they are rejected, they will switch to another. This frivolous method can never succeed, but women are sentimental animals. One of the samples may be lonely, hurt or suddenly want to indulge. As long as there are enough samples, there will always be a chance to exhaust the past. Of course, the consequences of black people's "sense of responsibility" will be in the future.

Little Lori, who has always been pulling too much, is also moved this time. He has a high vision. He takes the wingman AK to run straight to a white girl who comes out of a car behind the bus. Unexpectedly, the girl raises her middle finger and refuses to do so, causing a burst of laughter in the crew.

"Bichi." Little Lori lost face and went back to the dressing room sullenly.

"It's a little familiar." Song Ya stares at the beautiful girl who is about one meter seven meters old, with a pair of gem like green eyes and a little heroic between her eyebrows. Her heart just aroused by Allie is inexplicably rekindled."Of course, Mila Jovovich, used to be very popular." A SBK worker nearby took the lead, "you must have seen her advertisement."

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

"When I was 11 or 2 years old, I had made a lot of advertisements and was elected as the most unforgettable woman in the world. When she looked mature, she was a little bit of a flop. The year before last, she became a contracted singer of our company. Her career is far away. Now it's a loss making business. She's still good for making and acting vases and receiving print ads The staff member disdained to curl his mouth, obviously very bad impression on the girl, "she was spoiled, rebellious period, very bad to serve."

Sure enough, there was a girl's scream from the dressing car, "I want VIP dressing room! I don't want to make up with them! "

The middle-aged white woman around the girl came to the director in a dilemma, and her face should be the girl's mother.

The director scratched his head and came to see old Joe, "Joe, look..."

"Aplus, take them there," old Joe said

"Well, follow me."

Song Ya led the mother and daughter to old Joe's dressing room. They were all talking in a foreign language on the way, which seemed to be Russian.

"Did you just speak Russian?" When the girl sat down at the dresser, he stood outside the door and asked the girl's mother.

"I think so." The other party obviously does not want to talk to song ya, casually perfunctory, ready to close the door of the dressing room.

Songya noticed that she was holding a little Lori's album cassette in her hand. "Introduce yourself, I'm the songwriter of this song, that aplus." He pointed to the cassette.

"Oh?" This time, the other party's eyes brightened, and his attitude changed greatly. "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so young. How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"Just the same age as my Mila..." The girl's mother was reserved for a while, but she still couldn't hold back. She asked for a song: "do you have any songs suitable for a girl of Mila's age? Er She especially likes singing, and I can only help her to meet her dream. For this, we gave up a lot of opportunities in advertising and film circles We have been in SBK for nearly two years, but... "

"Why talk to outsiders?"

The girl got angry again. She threw her long hair and drove the makeup artist away. She rushed to the door with her long legs. "Fxxxyou!" Chong did not move, she did not provoke her, song Ya pinched his voice and slammed the door.

“FXXXYOU…… FXXXYOU……” Song Yaru is stunned by Lei Li. In his mind, the girl's voice of scolding is echoing. It's not because he is hit by the other party's attitude, but

fxxxyoufxxxyou

fxxxyouveryverymuch

Causewehatewhatyoudo

Andwehateyourwholecrew

Sopleasedon'tstayintouch

fxxxyoufxxxyou

fxxxyouveryverymuch

Causeyourwordsdon'ttranslate

Andit'sgettingquitelate

Sopleasedon'tstayintouch

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