Chapter 107

Hollywood's equipment and personnel were quickly in place. Zach Schneider, the photographer and his assistant, nestled in the F150 tugboat and steered the huge film camera, slowly sliding through the streets of South City at more than 10 o'clock.

"A little unstable..."

The car stops and song Ya in the co driver's seat opens the door and gets out of the car. The photographer mutters to the monitor.

"Let's do it again, aplus. Can you pick a better section?" Asked Zach Schneider.

"It's OK. It doesn't matter if it's unstable. It's also a little documentary style..."

Song ya got on the bus again and said to Dilai, who was driving, "go back and walk again. Be slow and steady, but don't violate the traffic rules."

Delay turned the car around.

At the end of the second time, Sonya asked Dilai to drive directly to the door of the underground nightclub.

The crew has set up the equipment. Some of the "Guanhu" photographed by MV are scattered on the street side through various channels. Most of them are black people, with more men and less women. When they look at the dark night, they think that gangs are gathering. Old Joe and some helltail cats' flower scarves lean against the corner of the wall to chat, and stop the scene.

"Hey! APLUS！”

Eric, who's been hanging out with Sonya, handed over a large stack of documents. "I heard your new song. It's really, really, it's amazing."

"Thank you." Song Ya flipped through these portrait authorization documents and said, "have you signed them?"

"Almost, but people are coming and going here..." Eric replied.

Song Ya knows that the black people at the bottom don't care much about this kind of right. If they sign or not, they will take a form. As AK said to himself before, no one will care about these small details.

"Well, thank you, Eric." Song Ya meets him.

"If I had known, I would have continued to mix with you I'm so sorry. " Eric whispered, his back to someone else. "I think I can sing better than dily."

"Ha ha, no problem, brother."

Song Ya casually cope with a sentence, throw the document into the car, to find old Joe, "old Joe, here all please you."

"No problem."

"Work started!" Old Joe stood in front of the crowd and yelled, and Sonya pushed Zach Schneider to him. "This is the director. You can do whatever you want." He said, pointing to Zach Schneider.

"Everyone, let's take a panorama first Don't look at the camera. " Zach Schneider is busy.

"The new song is very good, why not increase publicity? Boy, this song is so much better than your last sissy

Old Joe walked back to the corner with Sonya in his arms. "Is Colombia treating you badly?"

"No, it's OK." Song Ya shrugged. He didn't want to tell old Joe too much about Sony Columbia Records. "You'll play later, right? I'll ask Zach to give you a close-up. "

"Yes." Old Joe pointed to the elongated Lincoln standing on the street. "I'll be in the camera with him later."

, "you has the final say."

Zach and Schneider took over an hour to fix the close-up of the Kwai Tso and Lao Qiao and others, and made up some scenes of nearby buildings and scenery.

"It's my turn." Song Ya said goodbye to old Joe, went back to the car and took out the Bulls' red and black color hat, put it on askew, and replaced it with a new black short sleeve T-shirt. On his chest, there were still Chinese characters, thick gold chains and a + Diamond tags.

Zach Schneider began to direct his men to sit down and prepare. He took song Ya and the photographer to rehearse the route several times, "action!" At his command, delay pressed the recorder button on the car, and the prelude to remember the name sounded.

At the same time, Bicon and Stan's assistant step forward slowly, while ignoring the camera's hand gestures.

"Card! Do it again

One mirror to the end, Zach Schneider looked at the monitor and ordered.

In front of so many people, we still need to respect the director. Song Ya returns to his original position, and Dilai plays the accompaniment again

In the last shot, the photographer follows song ya all the way to the door of the underground nightclub. From here on, the rest of the MV will be shot on a + record. Zach Schneider will use splicing techniques to keep the MV from losing coherence.

He was busy until the early morning, and finished filming outside the underground nightclub. The next day, song Ya had a lie down at a + record.

The space for a + records is too small. Song Ya asked Goodman to take over the owner of the building. He rented half of the public space on the fourth floor from him. It was still at night. After all, there were other companies working in the daytime.

“YO！” They all have a share. He and his younger brother have made a special effort to straighten out, "what time do you start shooting?" He rubbed his hands excitedly. He couldn't wait. "I didn't get many girls today. You said you don't want too many people."

"Thank you. I can't help it. It's too small here." Song Ya and his fist, "wait a moment, I'll inform you when the shooting starts."He first went to the public space rented on the fourth floor. The professional service company he had worked with last time had already set up the bar. Many men and women were drinking and colluding. When song Ya came in, the crowd was in a commotion.

"Hey, aplus!"

"Hi ~"

everyone warmly said hello to him.

"Are you satisfied with the wine?" Song Ya chatted with them, "what are you going to do when you start shooting? Don't look at the camera, OK?"

After getting a satisfactory reply, he went to the a + record. No matter it was a big a radio station or his own record company, he was full of people, each holding a wine cup and gently twisting his body with the music. When he saw him, the same greeting was heard.

Song Ya kept repeating the instructions just now. He had no choice but to boast about it by the producer. When the film was used too much, the budget was overspent, and everyone was not good-looking.

"Andrew, Henry!" When he walked into the control room, the two technicians were very calm. At this time, they were still sitting in front of the computer discussing something, "have you read all the Taiwan books?"

After receiving a positive reply, he said, "we'll come in and shake hands with you when the shooting starts." He held out his hand. "It's not a handshake. It's like this." Teach two people to shake hands in the same way that black people shake hands with wrists. "You look at the computer screen and pretend to be busy. Wait for me to stretch out my hand and then smile and shake hands. Do you remember this handshake

"We're really busy." Andrew laughed.

"Take a rest. It's prone today." Song Ya also laughed.

After communicating with the two people, he went out of his office. In the small space, the original furnishings were moved into the office and piled up. The billiard table that big a had put against the wall was put back again. Several men and women were playing billiards.

"Fergie, you..." Song Ya is very satisfied with their concentration. He sees feiji standing in front of the arcade playing with beans. He walks over. Feiji's sister is holding a glass and watching.

"How do you dress like this?" He asked with dissatisfaction.

Today, Fergie was wearing a polka dot butterfly sleeve shirt, while his sister Dana was still home worn, with an old-fashioned light green thin coat.

"You ask her." Feiji twists the rocker with displeasure on her face and replies quietly. It seems that she is not satisfied with her present dress.

"What are you doing?" Song Ya pinched the coat of this 30-year-old ordinary woman and shook, "are you from America? This is a prone body. How do you two wear it for a while? Look at others... " He pointed to the girls playing billiards over there. They were all gorgeous. One girl's skirt was so short that when she bent down to hit the ball, people behind her could clearly see the briefs inside.

"She is still young..." Dana said, with no confidence.

"That's not what you wear. I don't believe you didn't see the body over there in Hollywood? Go and change it Song Ya said sternly, "there is still time. I'll wait for you."

Dana couldn't help it. She took Fergie's hand and walked out.

"Don't let me be dissatisfied again!" Song Ya called out to their backs, "otherwise, feiji won't feel better in me!"

Feiji looks back behind her sister and winks at Sonya with a smile.

"Boss." Marvolta finds Sonya with a extinguished leaf roll in his hand. "Someone's secretly smoking this in the bathroom."

“FXXX！” Song Ya rushes to the bathroom, where a young black man is swearing.

"This is a clean body! Didn't I inform you? "

Song Ya shouts at his forehead, and the other party quickly counsels him. He lowers his head and dodges his gaze anxiously.

Song Ya put his hand directly into his pocket, found a small bag, and threw it into the toilet with the one that was "seized" by Ma watta. "Don't do anything about me. I don't want to see anyone take out this again when the MV starts shooting."

In order to deal with all this, Songya finally calmed down a little and informed Zach Schneider that the shooting could start on time.

After a while, sister feiji also came back. Her sister wore a conservative evening dress, but it was OK. Feiji was a low cut one-piece skirt. In order to make up for her height, she stepped on high-heeled shoes with high heels to highlight her sexy figure beyond her age. Unfortunately, there is a thin shirt, she is still dissatisfied with the mouth, Chong song Ya revealed a bitter face for help.

"Come into my office and take this one off." Song Ya used to speak directly.

"Mr. aplus." Dana murmured in protest.

"There's no need to add Mr. aplus. Dana, singers, especially female singers, have always been at the forefront of fashion. I don't want people to say that my record company can't even do a good job in packing artists. Will you like to see the entertainment tabloids laugh at feiji's rustic atmosphere when it comes out to broadcast in the future? In fact, I'm not satisfied with this skirt. Even if it's OK today, I'll find an image designer to buy her some sets. " Song Yayi is saying strict lesson to each other, take out the office key from the pocket and hand it to feiji, "go inside and change it."

"Thank you." Fergie takes the key and runs happily into the office.Not long after, she appeared in front of song Ya again. The white mountains under her low cut skirt were high and squeezed out of a deep ravine.

"That's right."

Song Ya took the key she had returned with satisfaction, motioned to Zach Schneider, who was ready, to give a thumbs up and slapped several times with great force, "everyboby!" "Remember the name! MV shooting begins

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