Chapter 120

It seems that the marriage in Eastern Europe is very early, but Mira did not mention this because of tradition, nor did she really want to spend her life with Sonya, but because of her rebellion. Now she wants to get rid of the custody of Mrs. Jovovich.

Mila kept complaining that Mrs. Jovovich wouldn't allow her to do this or that.

Leaning against the mirror and pretending to listen, song Ya Si Xu flew to other places like a butterfly. "What would happen if I didn't give you that song?" He asked, "was it difficult in your family?"

"I don't know. At that time, my mother sold all the things she could sell. She almost pawned the last pearl necklace, which was given to her by my grandmother..."

Mila recalled, "my father called her every three days and asked her to go to Columbia Pictures to pay me in advance. What could she do? Columbia Pictures was regretting signing me as a leading actress, and even had the idea of changing people. How could they agree to pay in advance. For a small sum of money, we drove from Los Angeles to Chicago, participated in the MV shooting of your second-hand shop, and then drove to New York, across the United States, in order to save a few tickets... "

Is it so miserable? Song Ya was the first time to hear Mila mention the incident at that time. He thought of the traveling bag in the Brooklyn music classroom. He thought about it. Combining the car they drove and the information Hayden got from Hollywood, he judged that their family was in a dilemma, so he boldly took the plunge

(cough) he suppressed his sense of guilt in taking advantage of others' danger. How can he say that he is a nobleman in his family? The villas in Hollywood and the house on the east side that Mrs. Jovovich was thinking about just now are all because one of his songs made Mira popular.

"In fact, I've already received Revlon's ads, as well as Versace and Chanel..."

"When I was 11 or 2 years old, I didn't know anything at that time, so I kept wearing all kinds of clothes, taking pictures and taking pictures In order not to take pictures, I think of many ways, and my mother fight wits, lose temper, smash things. Then suddenly one day, no one came to me to take a picture Then there was a problem in dad's company. Instead, we had to work hard around and ask people to give me a chance... "

"Now they are all back." Song Ya scraped her nose and said in a soft voice, "now you have endless photos."

"Well, I see through the snobs in fashion. I hate them."

You don't know if you are lucky. Song Ya hugs her tightly and says, "dear..."

"What?"

"Would you like to try looking in the mirror..."

"You! Disgusting! Destroy the atmosphere! My mind is full of these filthy things

New York ~

concrete jungle where dreams are of there's nothing you can't do

now you're in New York ~

the next day, Sonya reappeared in the studio, full of energy, and Maria Kelly rolled her eyes at him in the studio.

"Miss Kelly, as I said, don't add and change without permission!"

He pressed the phone and yelled at the microphone.

She also used the middle finger.

“……” Song Ya replaced the accompaniment tape with the version of Donnie Brighton's singing, and then settled down on the control room sofa.

She immediately took off her headphones and rushed out angrily, "what do you mean?"

"If you do that again, I might as well go back to Donnie." Song Ya makes an indifferent expression.

She glared at Song Ya fiercely first, turned around and took out her mobile phone from her bag. As she walked out, she dialed, "Tommy..."

After about ten minutes, Walter pushed her back from the outside. "It's all young people. The art disputes should be limited to art. Don't overdo it, aplus!" He said to song ya, "what you did just now is very excessive."

"I apologize to you, Miss Kelly." Song Ya shrugged.

"Hum!" Maria Carey clasped her hands, pouted her head, and fixed her eyes on the ceiling.

"You let aplus..." Walt turned back to coax her, "he's five years younger than you. He's a younger brother. He's naive. You can't be as naive as he is."

"I'm not in the mood for recording today!" Maria Kelly takes the record from the gramophone and throws it directly into the trash can.

"Then I'll record my own." Song Ya put back the accompaniment tape and walked into the studio. "I grew up in Chicago, and now I'm walking in New York..."

With her eyes closed, she sang the first paragraph of the adapted lyrics in a very good state. She found that Maria Kelly had quietly stood beside her and picked up the microphone, "New York..."

“YES！” Song Ya inserted exactly to the beat.

"This concrete jungle made of dreams..."

"Yeah ~", song Ya said.

"You can never..."“YES！”

"Now you're in New York..."

“That'sright！ That'sright！”

On the contrary, the two cooperated perfectly this time. Maria Carey compromised her singing style, and Sonya also offered her best rap part.

"Whoa!"

Walter's applause came in, "the effect is very, very good I even want to make it the final version. "

"Hum..." Mariah Carey snorted triumphantly, turning the back of her head to Sonya and lifting her hair.

"How come one and two are arrogant..." Song Ya secretly make complaints about it. "It's not so good as early as it is." He volunteered, "Miss Kelly, I'll treat you to dinner in the evening?"

"I'm tired of that French restaurant."

"How about going to Chinese street and eating Chinese food?"

“emmmm……”

"Then I have a reservation."

"Take us with you!" Walter called outside.

In early April, song Ya finished recording the Empire State of mind and set foot on the NCAA Basketball finals with delay and al.

In the U.S., the game is even more concerned than the NBA Finals, and Sony Columbia will officially launch a large-scale promotion of the name of remember from here.

Midfield, both teams return to the dressing room.

The staff led the microphone cable into the middle of the court.

"Are you ready?"

In the hallway, Sonya looks at Daley and al. They are dignified. Dilai keeps bouncing around like a boxer who is going to stage. Al simply punches himself in the cheek to relieve the pressure.

"Take it easy, little scene." Now Song Ya has experienced many battles and has seen a lot. As an old hand, he has to comfort two "new people".

"It's OK. I'm fine." They replied.

"Check the monitor and headphones for the last time." The trio checked the monitors strapped to their waists behind their backs and earphones that plugged one ear.

“APLUS！” The host is already at the start of the press.

The cheers of the audience exploded, "delay! Al! RememberTheName！”

A strong prelude.

"Follow me, let's go!" Song Ya took the microphone from the staff's hands, then took the a + tag on his chest and kissed it. He ran into the stadium with a rhythm. He held the microphone to his mouth and turned his finger on the switch. "You ready?"

he raised one hand and turned it around 360 degrees, as if to say hello to all the audience.

“ready！”

This song has no large-scale publicity, and its popularity is not high. Only some of the audience echoed with it.

“Let'sgo！”

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