Chapter 142

He came to church to test his brother-in-law, Tyrone. Unexpectedly, he met Freddie's father-in-law. Song Ya looked back at the tramp who was still casting his eyes on the motorcade. He felt that he would not be an honest man like Tyrone.

"How many people are employed in my family now?"

Back in the a + record office, he asked song a Sheng, "I want to hire another security guard. It's important to be reliable and reliable. The most important thing is to defeat the tramp by force."

"There's only a maid who always lives, and a gardener will come regularly."

Song a Sheng replied, "why don't you let me have a try? However, there is no formal security qualification or license to hold a gun. "

"OK, there's no need for gun security for the moment. Let him come and show me, and then go to work."

Song Ya simply finished his business and went into the recording room.

"This is definitely the wickedest thing I ever hear in my life!"

delay also got a monologue in show me the money, the rest of which was al's, but their voice would be included in the accompaniment, and song Ya was the only one in the singer column.

The original voice of this song is totally different from Song ya. He is not going to imitate the original song like Ifeel it coming. He only uses his own voice.

"Say it more harshly, delay."

Song Ya pressed the call button to demonstrate to delay, "life! Especially the last word, life! This is the way to deal with it, heavier and higher. "

“OK。” Delay thumbs up and starts over.

"Yo, aplus, the bugler is here." Al brought a large group of musicians carrying small boxes into the control room.

"So early?"

Song Ya takes the form on the wall and has a full schedule. "This time belongs to show me the money. It's more than an hour before the trumpet recording."

"We happened to be all right, so we came in advance to play." A trumpeter said with a smile, "you have wine here."

"And you can pick up girls!" Another one yelled in the back.

"Er All right This wine song Ya still can afford, "then you please." He smiles and lets the other party in.

The trumpeters sat down on the sofa, some took the wine from the wine cabinet, and some began to call for the girl.

The daily life of these mixed classical music circles is much more boring than that of pop musicians. Ask girls to listen to the orchestra rehearsal? That's definitely not going to work, but what about going to the studio of aplus? Few girls refuse, and this time it's a chance for them.

About half an hour later, the girls the musicians asked for arrived one after another. They didn't have to touch them. The small recording room was almost crowded with people. Song Ya has been able to cope with this kind of scene very well now. Indeed, some girls will give him all kinds of hints. However, few people will continue to pester him after he politely refuses. After all, there are a lot of musicians staring at them and drooling.

After two equipment upgrades, the old equipment provided by old Joe has been basically eliminated. The "trumpet" is well prepared. The song "show me the money" is particularly simple. The recording progress of both songs is very fast.

Unconsciously, it's time to set out for New York again.

"Today, I will walk on the stage at the award Party (I will familiarize myself with the venue and practice walking before the performance), and I will give a formal performance tomorrow."

Hayden handed him a schedule. "Sony Columbia will help coordinate everything."

They went out of the door and met big a.

“M-FXXK！”

Big a was scolding the newspaper in his hand, "these Ku Klux Klan! Don't let me know where their newspaper is! "

"What's the matter?" Song Ya asked.

"Aplus, just in time, you see..." Big a hands over the newspaper.

It turned out to be a southern right-wing tabloid, "do you even read this kind of newspaper?" Song Ya jokes big a.

"Eh?"

He noticed an article, "black people Evolution... " The article first draws on a theory of racial superiority and inferiority based on white supremacy, and then gives an example: "take the news about Mariah Carey and her sister who have been making a lot of noise recently. For example, if there are two white mothers with three children, they can cultivate their daughter into a famous singer, and the other son has a serious job. What about black fathers? His burden is only half that of a white mother, but he still makes his only daughter a green pond. This newspaper can also cite countless examples. Black people are born... "

Isn't that what I said to motura last time? It's just a little bit of white supremacy.

"Aplus, you have to help us attack this kind of speech!" Big a said angrily.

"I mentioned that tabloids would only advertise them..."

Song Yacai was too lazy to get involved. "Besides, you've been having a good time talking about their two sisters' gossip recently? The younger sister who grew up with a white mother ignored the sister who followed the black father Cold blooded pop stars don't talk about family relationship. They have black blood, but they have a vice white heart Are you embarrassed now? ""Er I didn't say that either. Miss Kelly came to my show and she's your friend again Big a chooses himself.

"By the way, what do I want you to know? Behind this storm... "

Song Ya asked the big a to find out who bought the deal. So multimedia also made trouble for Maria Kelly.

"There must be someone behind, but I can't find out."

Big a is very cunning. He can't help song ya to do it wholeheartedly. "It's just the big record companies that have diva. They have the energy and dare to fight Sony Columbia Records. Who else can they have?"

"We should go, or we won't be able to catch the flight." Hayden is warning.

"OK."

Song Ya returned the newspaper to Da a, "tomorrow my new order will be launched, remember to contact the old relationship."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it." Big a guarantee.

Song Ya can guess that there must be a shadow of motura behind the newspaper's remarks. What he said last time was remembered by him. It was very cruel and beautiful to attack poison with poison. Don't you black DJs attack Maria Kelly? The more aggressive and heated the issue, the more embarrassing it will be to face the white supremacist's remarks.

"Hi, Miss Kelly."

Although Billboard magazine has great influence, its financial resources are very limited. The venue of the award ceremony is much poorer than that of Grammy. When they meet in the dressing room, song Ya hugs her and gives a face to face ceremony: "how thin are you?"

Indeed, I haven't seen you for a few days. Maria Kelly has lost a lot of weight. It seems that the media hype has brought her a lot of pressure recently.

"That's not right."

Her spirit is still in good spirits. "I saw the effect picture of you wearing that pair of trousers..."

The dress of the two people should be communicated in advance to avoid the stage effect being uncoordinated.

"Very beautiful pants, ha ha." She and the female assistant nearby all laughed, "in order not to be pressed by you, I also prepared..."

She asked the assistant to take a blue evening dress from the hanger, "secret weapon!" She compared the skirt on her body, strapless, high fork, very low breast.

"Wow, I can't wait to see you in it. It's going to be beautiful." Song Ya looked her up and down and complimented her.

"At once."

She took the skirt and went straight into the dressing room in the dressing room.

Song Ya heard through the curtain for a while, "Dangdang!" She lifted the curtain, put one hand on her hips, and made a pose.

The evening dress just covered a little more than half of her chest, and the round hemisphere was exposed. As she breathed like waves, song Ya's eyes went down. The evening dress narrowed at the waist, showing her perfect coke bottle figure. Her white and tight leg skin was indistinctly visible along with the half high fork.

"It's a damn cheap motura." Song Ya secretly swallowed his mouth and thought.

But he would not say, "Wow, whoa, whoa..." He clapped. "I said you were the most beautiful." If it used to be flattery, now it's really from the heart.

"Well, of course." Maria Carey lifted her evening dress on her chest and said, "it's just that it's too revealing. It's all due to you. You're wearing such a ruckus..." She threw a white eye.

"Wait, what do you mean by the coyness and tenderness in your white eyes?"

Song Ya was so excited by her that she couldn't bear it anymore. "I should go to change clothes. Where is my dressing room?" She asked the assistant.

"Change it here. What are you afraid of as a man?" Said Maria Kelly.

"Well, all right." She did not mind, song Ya took Hayden to pass the bag into the dressing room.

"Miss Kelly..." He heard the female assistant outside saying, "isn't that good?"

"It's OK. He's still a kid." Said Maria Kelly, disapprovingly.

"Children? Hum... "

Song Ya changed into sequined trousers, tight waistcoat and high top AJ shoes, lifted the curtain, went to Maria Kelly and directly sang, "show off that body" you got, you got that dance, glow so hot, you "working 'that, you" tweak' that, you "tick 'that" like "a" clock... "

"What's this, your new song?"

"Yes

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