Chapter 236

"It doesn't make sense, Miss Kelly. You're much worse at night than in the afternoon." Walter complained to Maria Kelly, who was making mistakes all the time in the studio.

"If she wants to, let her record it. Walter, it's OK. Take your time. I'm not in a hurry." Song Ya advised him.

Walter looked up at the clock. "It's almost one in the morning."

Song Ya saw his anxiety. "Your wife has made several phone calls. Go home. I'll be ok here."

"All right." Walter went to take his coat in his hand. "She's been picking on me all this time."

"Go home, then."

"Well, I'm going first, aplus..." Walter pressed the phone again. "Miss Kelly, don't leave aplus too late. He's going back to Chicago tomorrow."

Maria Kelly looked down at the score, only raised her hand and motioned outside.

"Walt's gone." Song Ya pressed the phone and said.

"Well." Maria Kelly still doesn't look up.

The tuners are out of work early, and there's only one light bulb assistant left in the studio. She's cleaning the table and changing into new coffee.

"OK, Mimi, let's try a different way of singing..."

“Ooh…… NewYork……”

She hummed softly, apparently not paying attention to the carved song, which is very rare.

Song Yaxin knows that he believes that Maria Kelly is the same. There is a thick sound insulation glass between them, but both of them can feel the ambiguous feelings and impetuousness in the air.

"Hmmm." At two o'clock in the morning, Maria Kelly picked up an empty cup and shook it outside. "No coffee, just soda."

Song Ya looked back and saw that the assistant had fallen on the sofa and fell asleep.

He used to call twice, but he didn't respond. So he took an empty cup, picked up some water, turned off the monitor in the control room, pushed the door into the studio, and closed the door with his backhand.

Maria Kelly looked up and saw him come in. She subconsciously took a small step back, then quickly lowered her head to look at the score in her hand.

"The water you want." Song Ya hands the cup to her.

"Well." She reached for it. Song Ya drew back the cup, deliberately out of her reach, and then took her with her other hand, slightly rudely, into her arms.

She let out a short breath like a rabbit, then widened her beautiful eyes and looked out in horror.

"Your assistant is asleep on the sofa." Song Ya reached her ear and whispered.

This sentence seems to have a kind of magic. Maria Kelly looks back and stares at Song Ya's eyes, just like super model Iman in the MV falls into MJ's arms, and her body gradually tightens. Both of them can feel the heat of each other's bodies.

"You're beautiful today, Mimi." Song Ya looked at her pretty face affectionately and said.

"You said that during the day."

"I don't mind saying it again, 10000 times." In song and Ya dynasties, she pressed her lips.

Maria Kelly was finally ignited by the suppressed passion, she took the initiative to hold song Ya's face in her hands, closed her eyes, and gave her lips.

Song Ya took a deep breath of satisfaction and began to taste it carefully. Holding her hand, she began to climb down the slim trousers and climb up her round buttocks. She was different from all the women in the past. She was like water in her arms. No matter it was her lips or other places, she could enjoy the soft and incomparable touch through the fabric.

Feeling that one hand is not enough, song Ya is going to put the cup in the other hand on the table first. Unexpectedly, he is too anxious and mistakenly puts it on the edge of the table. Then the cup falls on the ground and makes a crisp sound in the quiet and romantic night.

"Ah Maria Carey, scared to the microphone, put on her headphones for a second. "Cough." She cleared her throat and looked out in a flurry, while still fiddling with her scattered hair and clothes.

Song Ya cleaned his mouth carefully and pushed the door out with some regret, "what's the matter?" The assistant on the sofa just woke up and rubbed her eyes.

"I've broken my glass. You'd better do it." Song Ya said to her.

"Oh." The assistant sighed at the broken glass on the ground and got up tired to get the cleaning equipment.

Song Ya looks back at Maria Kelly. She is holding one hand to her heart. The other hand is taking a folding fan as a stick and hitting herself like, "it's all your fault!" She mouthed fiercely.

Song Ya also blew a kiss.

This action scared her even more. She ran out and saw that the female assistant had just come back with a garbage shovel from outside. She just breathed a sigh of relief, "forget it, I don't want to record it. Let's go back."

"Yes, Miss Kelly." The assistant assistant happily agreed to come down, quickly and quickly Kwai the glass fragments on the ground, and then helped her collect personal belongings.

"I'm sorry, aplus, for the delay." She said in her usual tone as much as possible."It's OK. I can catch up on the plane."

"Then? Goodbye? "

"Bye."

Song Ya took them to the door and said, "well, Miss Kelly, can you wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom."

"Oh, go."

The assistant had just disappeared into the corner. Under the light, two long shadows on the floor joined together again.

"I've been waiting." When the assistant came back, Maria Kelly was still standing there waiting, while Sonya was already packing up her personal belongings in the studio.

After leaving New York, Sonya went back to school and held two fan parties in Detroit and Chicago on the 19th and 20th, respectively. Because of the enthusiastic fans in Chicago, yelemov chose the venue in a stadium that could accommodate nearly 10000 people. However, only one grandstand was opened, and more than 2000 fans were present. The atmosphere was warm. Song Ya sang for more than an hour, and added an encore of "remember the name" at the fanatical request.

"Hi."

Cassidy appeared in the dressing room, still in the good girl's style, with her hands behind her. "You're doing great, aplus."

"Shall I go out?" Talaji, who is helping song Ya remove her make-up, asked with an eye.

"No, the success of the fans' organization is inseparable from your efforts, Cassidy."

Song Ya comforted the girl and said, "I'm too busy. I'm going to San Francisco tomorrow. Can we talk about it next time?"

"Well, all right." Cassidy bit her lip. "I'll wait for you."

"Well."

Song Yamu sent her back to disappear at the door.

"You've changed sex, boss." Taraji quipped.

"Be busy with you."

Song Ya seems to have lost her soul these days. She can't lift her spirits to Cassidy or Fergie, or even to see Haley in Los Angeles.

In San Francisco City, he was not very interested in the "twenty-five" club of San Francisco. It seems that some of his fans were not interested in the "twenty-five" club in Los Angeles.

"A little tired." He returned to the dressing room, rubbed his eyebrows wearily, and flew to and fro continuously. Today, when the audience was not very happy, he was distracted frequently and had to spend a lot of energy.

"I'll press it for you." Talaji looked at him with some heartache and offered to help massage his shoulders.

"Well..." Did not expect his assistant's technique is also good, song Ya soon into a state of drowsiness.

"Is aplus in there?" Outside the door came Maria Kelly's voice, "may I come in?"

"Yes, Miss Kelly." Old Mike helped push the door open.

Song Ya's eyes opened, and the man sprang up from the chair, "Mimi? Why are you here? " Exhausted, he came forward in surprise and hugged each other.

"I didn't think the rehearsal for tomorrow was enough, so I came to see you." Maria Kelly took off her coat and asked taraj to put it away for her.

She still wore the same clothes as she had at the New York studio that day, with Black Slim pants and a black vest.

"And your assistant?" Song Ya looks out the door.

"Well, she's not feeling well today. I took her half day off."

"I'm glad you can come." Song Ya Chao lost his eyes.

Talaji went out, and old Mike helped to close the door. "I'll be outside if there's anything wrong." He said.

"Thanks, Mike."

Now, there are only two people left in the room.

"Er..." Maria Kelly began to feel a little confused. She looked back at the closed door and stroked her other arm involuntarily.

"Cold?" Song Ya stood in front of her, close to quickly stick together, staring at her.

"A little bit."

Song Ya hugs her again and kisses her with a lover's way.

For a long time, her hair was scattered and she was panting away from the distance. "I think we should forget it? It's not good to go on like this... "

Song Ya looks at her with dull eyes and no answer for a long time. A picture of a medieval costume movie flashes through his mind.

"What do you say?"

The sound of the violin, the sound of the guitar, a kind of moussolou music from Africa with primitive wildness.

An African female singer sang a song called saamagni in Bambara with a deep voice.

"If I leave without talking, I shouldn't have come to you, but I can't control myself."

With tears in her eyes, Maria Carey slapped him hard on the chest.

"Honey, don't worry too much." Song Ya said, "in the United States, in this city, the distance between people, only light."

He turned off the light in front of the dresser."Samantha, Samantha..." (I can't find the lyrics, so I can write them)

I stare at each other in the dark room, and nothing can stop them.

Song Ya took her away from the ground. Her hands were shaking. She took the initiative to fumble on Song ya, and clumsily helped to undress.

They were entangled, spinning, breathing heavily.

Song Ya lifted the curtain of the small dressing room and carried her in.

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