Chapter 81

In the last week of the campaign, Sonya returned to New York.

"This week."

In the back room of a small gold shop on Chinese street in Brooklyn, Sonya threw a small handbag to NAS, "say hello to rakim for me."

NAS opened the handbag and roughly dialed a stack of neat 20 and 50 knives, a total of 20000, "Yeah." He nodded, zipped up and tucked it into his arms.

"Well, let's go out."

Song Ya patted him on the shoulder, and they went to the store. Dilai and aer were holding the design drawing and discussing with the Chinese landlady.

"Gold, yes, the necklace should be thick, and the two letters a + on the tag should be covered with water diamonds. We will have the feeling of blingling, and order three."

Old Joe's gold chain was robbed by Cubans. It's impossible to sing the rap song "remember the name". It's said that black hip-hop singers make their own jewelry in this store. Song Ya takes advantage of coming to New York to set up a tag designed by himself, with three lead singers each.

"You can choose one, NAS." When paying the bill, song Ya saw NAS looking around in the glittering shop and said politely.

"Really?" NAS looks at him.

"Yeah, I'm tired of logging. Don't mention it..." Song Ya took out the check book and shook it at him.

NAS pointed to a huge gold chain on the wall and let the owner's wife take it down.

"You boy You're not polite to me... " Song ya face a black, words to the mouth became "cool." According to the total price calculated by the landlady, sign the check.

“YO……”

NAS around the neck of the gold chain, "logging tired, ah..." He made a lot of love, and took the initiative to stretch out his fist. Song Ya touched him. He patted the bag in his arms, "I will handle your business well."

"It's up to you." Song Yazhao waved and watched him go out.

"Aplus, come on, let's take a picture." The landlady took out her camera.

Song Ya pressed al's arm, which was proportional to the GD Gang's gesture, and took a picture with her.

It's pat. The pager rings. It's Walter.

"Come to headquarters. Mr. motura wants to see you." Walter is concise and to the point.

Song Ya rushed to Columbia Records headquarters, in the top palace like office, met the tall and handsome head of Columbia record company.

"Aplus, your first single score is good. Congratulations." Motura came out from behind her desk and held out her hand.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. motura." Song Ya shook hands with him.

"Sit down."

Motura led him to the sofa on the other side of the office and sat down. "In the third week, the bulletin board is ninth. It may fall to eighth. It's very stable. I heard from the sales department that it's almost platinum record, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"The trick you use is simple and effective, you know? If it's me, I won't take ifeelitcoming out to release a single, I'll just let it lie quietly on the album and make a strong single. "

"This is my first single, after all."

"I know. I know that, so I said hello to Philby in Philadelphia. Did you see his short comment in Rolling Stone magazine?"

"Yes, he was sarcastic."

"Ha ha..." After that, MJ says, "do you think it's right for you to say something bad to the fans? A lot of sales in the third week and the fourth week were contributed by MJ fans who watched Philby's short comments

"I see." Song Ya suddenly understood, as if it was such a truth.

"You're going to listen to the second song? Still want to release a single? "

"Yes, the second concert was a rap song."

"We should pay attention to control. There are more than ten songs on an album. We can't release single songs in every capital. Five songs should be the upper limit."

"I understand."

After talking about their work for a while, motura went to the bar and said, "Bourbon? Gin? Or tequila? "

"Well, gin would be fine."

Motura poured out two glasses of wine and handed it to Sonya. After a meeting, he said, "listen to Walter, you and Mary are very good at talking."

"Er..."

Song Ya watched each other carefully, as if he didn't mean to start a teacher's inquisition. "Yes, Miss Kelly and I had a little misunderstanding before, but later we became good friends."

"She doesn't have many friends in New York. You can get together more if you have nothing to do." Motura put down the glass.

"OK." Song Yaxin said that you asked me to get together more.

“emmmm……”

Motura put her fingers across her legs, and even showed a little embarrassed look. After pondering for a long time, she said, "one thing, we have a little dispute. Can you help me persuade her?"

"You say so."

It's like thisThrough motura's narration, Sonya understood that with Maria Kelly's popularity, the black community began to judge her as a matter of routine. Just like MJ's current predicament, "not black enough" has become a target for black groups to attack her.

In some aspects, it is estimated that they will also be attacked by this kind of attack in the future.

But Maria Kelly's way of dealing with it is a little different. She thinks that since I'm not black enough, I'll just go and be a Melanie? Just at the end of February at the Grammy Awards show, he made a new appearance to suppress the negative comments of the black community. Anyway, this kind of behavior is very common in the United States, because the rich white talents have the money and leisure to go to the seaside for vacation, and at the same time, they sun themselves in bronze. Those who have no money and no leisure have to use a kind of sun bathing equipment in the city to make their skin look like they just came back from the seaside.

This idea was firmly opposed by the two people, and Tumo quarreled.

Maria Kelly thinks that she's half black anyway, so it's OK to be a Blackie, and no one will say that she's not black enough.

"You know, I like her, I like her now..."

Motura carefully said, "of course, that doesn't mean I'm a racist who dislikes black skin. I signed MJ, signed you, signed a large number of African American singers, and this year I'm going to give some street rappers a chance. And Mary, she's overreacting, you know what I mean? "

"I know, I understand, I'm a mixed race, and I feel the attack on Miss Kelly." Song Ya comforts him.

"Yes, that's why I came to you."

"Don't worry. I'll try to persuade Miss Kelly."

Song Ya takes over the job. In the evening, Walter has made an appointment to have a dinner again. It's the French restaurant.

However, this time, Walt, David Cole and Roberto clevier successively made excuses to leave early.

"They're boring."

Maria Kelly complained, raised her hand to the waiter and poured another glass of red wine. "Ha, Walter is not here. You are not allowed to report." She winked at Song ya.

"Don't worry, am I that kind of person?" Song Ya drew the chair closer. "Are you busy recently?"

"In addition to recording songs, I'm going to join the Grammy. By the way, you can give me some advice..."

She took out a Gucci high set evening catalog from her bag. "I'm going to wear this one." She pointed to a white evening dress.

"Why don't you choose the black one next to you. It looks good on your skin." Song Ya deliberately pointed to another set of black style with diamond trim and shoulder strap and said, "and it's very flashing. The judges will not be able to move their eyes."

"Wow, you have the same vision as my stylist."

She unknowingly enters song Ya's language trap, "but then my skin will become a little black, this one is not so suitable."

"A little darker?"

"Yeah, I'm going to be a blacksmith this time."

"Why? In my eyes, you are a perfect woman now

"Ha ha, you boy, your mouth is so sweet." Maria Kelly laughed and hit him on the shoulder. "You don't know what those DJs said about me."

"What are you talking about? Not dark enough? "

"Yes." She gulped down a gulp of red wine.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Song Ya pretended to laugh, "I don't know. I'm a mixed race. They said I'm not black enough."

"Is it?"

"Of course, you don't have to pay attention to them. Really, you don't understand the DJs."

Song Ya said: "I'm not like you, the princess of Columbia Records. I often deal with these DJs, big and small, when I'm a B-list. I know them too well. As long as you're a half breed, they'll say you're not black enough. You're not your own person. What will they say about you? Do you know?"

"What do you say to me?"

"They'll say you're a fake black man! Believe me, you can't please them. They just rely on diss to win the audience. How can they shut up? And if you let them know that you care about their comments, they will be more and more unscrupulous, nothing else, just to arouse your reaction, just like the little boy in the neighborhood who likes to make girls cry on purpose, they are so cheap. "

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