Chapter 121

"Yes! For those who want to know what kind of people we are... "

Song Ya knows that tens of thousands of people here and countless audiences in front of the TV are watching him, but he can't see clearly the feedback of the audience and concentrate on the performance. The lyrics appear in his memory. Then he jumps out of his mouth one by one with the beat, "like this, 10% luck, 20% skill 15% of the will to unite... "

The photographer slowly drew the camera closer to the floor, "5% joy, 50% pain..." Song Ya looks directly at the camera, then he lowers his body, his eyes discharge, and his empty hands are gesticulating hip-hop gestures.

I finished my own passage and said, "go on, Al, let's go!"

He pointed the microphone to Al's side and back, and the cameraman pushed the camera down. "What kind of person is he? He never talks much..."

Al did the job very well, and then dilly.

On such occasions, the American people often bring their families with them. There are a lot of minors watching. The three carefully deal with the swearing part and finish the performance cleanly.

After a while, the atmosphere of the scene has been mobilized, "like this!" Song Ya raised his hands and motioned the audience to follow him, "10% luck, 20% skill..."

The audience also gave face, many people echoed in unison, the atmosphere of the stadium reached a high point.

After a song was sung, the dazzling lights of the stadium lit up again, and he could finally see the audience. Men, women, old and young all stood up and clapped at themselves.

“thankyoueverybody！” He took delay to thank him and waved out. The audience at the top of the aisle reached out to him. He jumped up and slapped.

"Very, very good! Aplus, wonderful performance! Perfect The director of publicity and the manager of the stadium came forward, all looking excited with admiration.

"Thank you, aplus." Delay and Al came from behind, and they jumped up and hit their chests.

"Good performance." Song Ya is hitting them again.

"Maybe this song can be our stadium entry song." The manager had an idea.

"Talk to him." Song Ya refers to the person in charge of publicity and returns to the backstage dressing room.

"It's wonderful." Hayden congratulated with a smile.

“YO！ Today we're going to blow up the whole scene Al was so excited that he could not be quiet for a moment.

Delay turned on the TV. "It's a wonderful live performance from aplus and his companions, ladies and gentlemen, let's enter an advertisement. Don't go away. The second half will start immediately..."

"Hey! This guy doesn't mention my name or Al's name. " Dilly complained to the television.

"Switch to MTV." Song Ya reminds him.

MTV has a good way to describe the process of meeting three people in MTV.

Then, the main feature of the MV starts. A wide picture with a film texture and a slightly shaking lens flit across the dark street of Chicago's south city. With the exciting prelude, a large group of black people gathered at the entrance of the underground nightclub. Then song ya, wearing a bull's hat, approached the mirror head alone from a distance.

"Hey, Al, are you going to kill?" When it comes to Al's turn, delay also finds that Al's facial expression is a little too hard. He sings the lyrics to the camera.

Al bowed his head sheepishly, but he soon got the chance to fight back. "Deli, you're not the fuckin 'like me

Delay appeared in the picture with a disposable paper cup in his hand, and his stiff expression was not much better than that of al.

Both of them smile. Song Ya sees feiji and her sister in the picture. The photographer carefully puts the center of the picture on their chest and flies by.

Director Zach Schneider cuts the camera back to the outside of the underground nightclub. Old Joe stands in front of his lengthened Lincoln and looks down at the camera haughtily with his head held high. He looks like a successful man and a music magnate.

Andrew, Henry and even mavota have left the country, and there are men and women who come to lie down. Everyone has a share.

Finally, song Ya introduced Dilai, Al, Da A and others respectively. Dilai showed the a + tag on his chest. The screen was fixed on Song Ya's handsome smile, and the MV ended.

"Cool!"

Turn off the TV and the three clap hands.

Then Sonya returned to New York for the first week of publicity.

"According to the old rules."

In a small office in a nightclub, song Ya throws a bag containing $20000 in small cash to NAS.

It was his in April. When the joint publicity with the university professor and others began in May, he would not have to pay the money. We would help each other and manage our own territory.

NAS does not count, put the bag under the armpit, "your rap is amazing, aplus, DJs will not say anything bad even if they don't get the money." He was kind enough to remind."Hey, you..."

Instead of leaving, NAS approached the entrance and asked, "how about taking me with you in the publicity?"

"Aren't you going to talk to the professors?" Song Ya was a little surprised.

"It will have to wait until May..." NAS quipped, "I'm ready. I've been waiting for this day for two years."

"Yes, if they don't care."

The fierce face of NAS, which always seems that others owe him money, will be very helpful for him to walk in his cave. Song Ya naturally won't refuse. He takes out his mobile phone and shakes at him. "You can be my temporary assistant, and you can sing on the stage when you have a chance. But I have to say hello to rakim first. I don't want to be misunderstood and rob someone with a professor."

"No problem."

"I told them about the idea, and they had their own problems and couldn't take care of me much. They almost agreed," NAS said

"What?"

Rakim is an important publicity partner of song ya, and he doesn't want the other party to have an accident at this time.

"Rakim fell out with his group partner and is busy. Although the university professor is willing to give me a chance, but..."

NAS was a little depressed. "His first major had to wait for may, and he didn't have the energy to introduce me to a big record company."

"You want to sign a big company?" Song Ya thought of Roberto clevier's courtship, perhaps at this time can earn two points? "Maybe I can help. When the publicity is over, I'll ask Sony Columbia for you."

"Really?"

NAS eyes shine, "then I'll wait for your news." He picked up the thick gold chain on his chest with his thumb, "good brother."

"Yes, all brothers." Song Ya and he hit fist and chest, do a full set.

The publicity in New York is very smooth. Unlike ifeelitcoming, this song is very popular with black DJs, and the white people, especially the white people in the literary and sports circles, also have a good evaluation.

He also went up the price of the hole, with the company of NAS, can avoid the pit of many local black hearted intermediary.

Coming out of a New Jersey nightclub, Sonya gives the green knives to delay and Al, and then throws them to the driving NAS, "your share."

"Thank you, aplus." NAS is welcome. Put the money in your pocket.

Hayden's phone calls in, "there are several multinational companies interested in buying song licenses, as different uses, the price is good."

"If the price is right, let's do it." How could song Ya disagree with such a good thing.

Hayden was very quick. A few days later, early in the morning, he finished his propaganda in the greater New York area and was driving to the airport when he heard his own song at the door of a branch of one of the most famous multinational direct selling enterprises.

He looked out of the window, and the employees of the company gathered at the door of the store in a neat line.

"What's our slogan?" Yelled the white manager.

"10% luck, 20% skill, 15% will, 5% happiness, 50% pain!"

Everyone shouts to the music.

"Yes! Suffering today, BMW Land Rover tomorrow! "

The manager began to brainwash

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