Chapter 140

"Thank you for coming! The final candidate will be announced separately! "

When the dancers were almost full, delay stopped the music, opened his hands and announced aloud.

Song Ya hid in the office, waiting for everyone to leave in twos and threes before he showed up. Several people helped marvolta to bring the equipment back to the car. "Delay, I have a new idea. Let's go back to the studio."

He can't wait. The eighth Apocalypse song, show me the money, is not outstanding compared with other Apocalypse songs. However, it is better that the accompaniment is simple, the singing is not very difficult, and the production speed should be very fast. Moreover, it seems like a movie soundtrack, and even there is no official MV. He plans to not release a single like feel it still, and record it and put it into the future premiere.

"The trumpet song is still in the stage of recording and accompaniment..." Dilly reminded.

"Neither of the songs is in a hurry to release. Remember the name and the Empire State of mind will be promoted for a while, but I will record them before I have time."

The trumpet song is more complicated. Song Ya is going to get Sony Columbia Records for the post production, and this song "show me the money" will be the first single completely produced by a + records.

Several people returned to the a + record. A team of trumpeters was practicing in the shed. Andrew and Henry sat in front of the computer in the control room.

"Hey, aplus!"

The trumpeters saw song Ya stop playing one after another, "we've almost finished practicing, we'll wait for you!"

“OK！”

Trumpet is his unique skill. According to his expectation, if there is a chance of live performance in the future, he can take the trumpet on stage to show his skill, so he must participate in the accompaniment recording stage.

"Dada, dada, dada, dada..."

He took out his trumpet from the office, blew the side of the road and twisted it into the studio. The music didn't need any extra language. The trumpeters adjusted for a while and quickly joined in according to his rhythm.

"Very good. I'll do it again later. Pay attention to..."

Dilai supervised the revision over and over again. The cheerful music really made people immersed in it. The trumpeters were still a little stiff at the beginning, and some people would deliberately flatter song ya. However, after three or five times, everyone's mood gradually came up. You had some problems with the sound processing. Just now I missed a beat and so on. Everything was around the music, and the discussion was very pure.

The trumpeter team was hired from Chicago's top local Orchestra, which was much higher than song ya, the head of the high school orchestra. Of course, there was nothing wrong with them in the future publicity. Song Ya's trumpeter experience and participation in the accompaniment meeting are selling points, which must be highlighted.

"See you tomorrow." Several hours later, song Ya sent the trumpeters out of the studio.

"Hayden?" He saw Hayden waiting outside. "Why are you back so soon?"

"Let's go to the office Hayden pulled him into the office, took out a videotape and stuffed it into the VCR.

"What's the matter?"

It's the logo of a small local TV station in New York. Song Ya sees a picture on the street. First, it's shaking, as if the photographer is running. Then she intercepts Maria Kelly who just left the house at the door of a building. There are many reporters in the room. The camera is aimed at her from the shoulder of the bodyguard. "Hey, Miss Kelly, is it convenient to answer the question about your sister?" Asked a reporter.

Maria Kelly, wearing sunglasses, immediately put her hand over her face and walked to the car without saying a word. "I hear your sister's life is very poor and she hasn't received any care from you. Is that right?" The reporter did not give up.

"It's not true!" The female assistant next to her helped to respond.

"What are the facts Reporters asked.

The assistant doesn't reply. She and Maria Kelly get into the car together. She throws off the reporters' pursuit and goes away.

"That's it?"

Song Ya some did not understand, "what's wrong with this?"

"It's not normal."

Hayden changed another tape. It was the last interview with Mariah Carey's sister singing, "look at the background." He suggested.

The background is a bookshelf. Judging from the furnishings and books on the shelf, it is at least a middle-class family in America.

"So? Her sister's family conditions are obviously good, and those reporters who say that life is in dire straits are completely ridiculous. " Song Ya asked.

"That's not her home. It should be recorded on TV..." Hayden rewound the tape, then fixed the frame and pointed to a small trophy on the shelf. "Look, her father is an engineer. There can't be such a news award trophy at home."

"Can you stop playing games?" Song Ya was confused by him.

Hayden smiles and takes a tabloid out of his pocket.

Sonya impatiently took it from his hand and looked at it. It vividly described how difficult her sister was. She asked Maria for help several times, but she couldn't get a response. Then she suggested that her sister began to run the meat business for the sake of life.Hayden turned on the radio again, and the DJ in the radio was talking about it. "After a star became famous, no matter how many family members there are, but it's really rare to be so determined as Maria Kelly. This new Diva's first album is still at the top of the billboard album sales list. How much money has she made? But she was so mean that she didn't give it to her own sister, and she watched her degenerate because of her life... "

“WTF……” Song Yaxin said that when did Amelia pay so much attention to family affection, especially the black mouthed DJ's solemn words, which made people feel more funny.

"You see something's wrong?"

Hayden changed another channel, and the black DJ inside also said this, and his viewpoint was even more strange. "Maria Kelly is white. I repeat, after her parents divorced, she was raised by a white mother, and her heart is white. She doesn't want to have any contact with black father. It's very normal that her sister who grew up with her father can't get her care..."

"At first, her sister's singing voice was hyped to attract the public's attention. Then yesterday, she began to disclose her sister's poor life. Today, some new news came out one after another, pointing at Maria Kelly's personality problem. This is a standard smear procedure, combined with the fact that all the local small TV stations, tabloids and radio stations have no ownership relationship, but they cooperate with each other so well, it is certain that there is a master behind everything. " "It's getting worse now," Hayden said

"What does this have to do with me? She's so red. It's normal for someone to want to pull her off diva. Motura should be able to handle it. He's so powerful. "

Songya asked him, "did Tribeca's real estate agent help me find it?"

"Of course, there is no shortage of real estate agents in the United States." Hayden turned off the radio. "It's definitely something to do with you. You're going to be on stage with her in a few days, and there's bound to be a reporter trying to get you to take a stand. Sony Columbia is still silent on this matter. You'd better call there and discuss a unified caliber

"Don't you just tell me the point? That's a big circle. "

Song Ya picked up her mobile phone and dialed, "Hello, Walter..."

"It's all going well for me. I watched the news, Miss Kelly..."

"Yes, what should I say?"

After a few words, he hung up. "Walter asked me not to answer questions." He said to Hayden, thought again, and called Maria Kelly.

"Hello." The voice on the other side of the microphone was very tired.

"I watched the news and my agent told me

Song Ya said half, Maria Kelly sobbed over there, "I gave her money, I swear I did..." She cried like a little girl, "why does she want to cooperate with others to harm me..."

"Mary!" "I didn't tell you not to answer the phone by the way! Not to mention it! "

"Aplus! Can't I answer my friend's phone? " Maria Kelly protested.

There was a noise in the microphone, and the phone was taken by motura. "Aplus, don't respond to the media about this."

"I know. I talked to Walter." Song Ya replied.

"OK, I'll never let him off when I find out who's behind the scenes."

Sonya for the first time heard motura speak in that grim tone.

"By the way, don't you have a good relationship with DJs everywhere? Also help me to find out whose benefits they have received. At present, this matter has a tendency to cause nationwide discussion. We must first stop the mouths of DJs. Those black In order to attract the audience, African American DJs make up a lot of lies, one by one Said motura.

"Not at all?"

Song Ya didn't think it was too big. "From the black's point of view, should black DJs feel embarrassed about this? After her parents divorced, Miss Kelly, who followed her white mother, became a singer, while her sister, who followed her black father, was reduced to living on the skin... "

"Eh?"

Motura gave a meal, as if inspired, "your angle It makes sense that we can Well Don't get involved in this. Remember, don't respond to it. "

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