Chapter 335

At the end of September, beautiful girls finally fell to the third place in the B list after seven weeks, ending the embarrassing record.

Song Yaze and the MV crew of showmethemoney arrived at an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

There is no original version of this song, only the group dance pictures in the movie and no MV. The main content of this song is the scene switching between ballet and hip-hop. Naturally, it can't be used directly. However, after communicating with the director, screenwriter and others, song Ya keeps all the main elements, such as abandoned factory buildings, ballet, hip-hop dance, street graffiti, night scene shooting, etc., and only cuts out dance practice The ballroom ballet.

Amy Adams is the only one who is still wearing a ballet suit. The dancers around her are all street hip-hop costumes. Larry likes this kind of star studded yet contrasting effect.

"Not bad..."

Song Ya is far away in front of his own exclusive make-up car. There are comfortable seats, bodyguards, complete coffee and tea sets. No one comes to disturb him. Anyway, he still has the same treatment that a star should have. "Why not start?"

He saw that all the equipment and water spray trucks for rain effect had been put in place. The professional turned on the water gun several times, turned on several spotlights to light up the scene, and the street artist responsible for graffiti also outlined the last few strokes on the wall. Larry and others were already in place behind the camera. Annie Fletcher and other dancers were doing the final one communicate.

"Waiting for delay."

Taraj, sitting next to him, had a good cup of coffee. While talking, Della's book car turned into the periphery of the set. Delay, dressed in a neat shirt and trousers, got off the car in a hurry.

"Dilly, I've caught you. You're a big card!"

Song Ya put his hands in his mouth and yelled to make fun of him.

Delay smiles and raises his middle finger. He runs to his make-up truck and starts to take off his pants. The costume designer helps to put hip-hop style T-shirt on his head. After a few minutes, the image of a successful white-collar becomes a street hip-hop singer.

"Come on! Come on The dresser poked his head out of the dresser's cart and urged delay in.

Song Ya smiles on the corner of his mouth. Dilai has gradually begun to stay away from rap and even music production. He is increasingly focusing on another identity, the general manager of a + audio company. Two days ago, song Ya had a heart to heart talk with him. He was worried that song Ya had an idea about his 5% equity Award for a + Audio after three years of profit and 15% after five years of profit. Song Ya once again assured him that as long as he managed a + audio company properly, he would not renege on his promise.

First, it was an agreement made in black and white by the two men. Song Ya had a high cost of going back on his words. Second, he put his eyes in the direction of surround sound. Although song ya got the inspiration from the apocalypse, Dilai negotiated the DTS business. He had a great share of the credit.

"He's a little fat." Said taraji.

"Yes." Song Ya also noticed that, but it was a private matter for delay, and he had no intention to talk about it.

Delay came out with make-up and ran to Larry, "give him a little bit more angularity to his face, speed, this side is waiting." Larry called him back to the dresser. "Turn off a light!" Cried Larry.

One of the spotlights at the scene was turned off and the light was dimmed.

Delay reappeared, and this time Larry nodded, "when you're ready." He announced.

"Act one, scene one!" The prelude to show me the money starts as soon as the script is written.

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

Amy Adams and the dancers are the background of this scene. She is wearing a close fitting white tight ballet suit and doing one leg rotation in position C. the other dancers are hip-hop dance with a new style. Delay holds a microphone in hand and roars at a close shot than hip-hop gesture.

"Ka, let's adjust. The dancers in the back move forward, and then forward." Larry began to fine tune, "delay, look a little more fierce..."

Even under the guidance of Anne Fletcher, it seems that everyone is still relatively unfamiliar. The first act is mainly composed of delay, which may take a long time. This is normal. Things are always difficult at the beginning.

"I thought you'd pick that South African girl in the last audition."

Taraj just chatted. A few days ago, in wanto wantme's final audition, Sonya chose not Charlize Theron, but black supermodel Tara banks.

"She shouldn't have appeared in the last round of audition. All the girls who came to audition at that time saw her performance in the second round. It was yelemov who was misunderstood by my actions that day. He wanted to please me, but I just wanted to help her to finish that action. It would not be too embarrassing." Song Ya replied.

"Hypocrisy!"

"If you are a fair boss who chooses according to his ability, then Amy Adams should not be in the C position today," talaji said"What is Amy's relationship with me?" Song Ya likes this thin and "have" blonde silly girl very much. She gets along very easily with the innocent one. "She and that South African girl are two extremes."

"Hehe, it's not because the South African girl didn't throw herself in her arms, did she? And Tara banks came into your room after the audition... " Talaji continues to be ruthless.

"Er, cough, it's really not like that. The final audition performance of the South African girl is also average. She twisted not enough temptation, far inferior to Tara."

song Ya's old face is red. Tara really followed up his office after the audition, and then did some good service. This kind of girl who has been rolling in the modeling circle for many years is very active. In order to achieve her goal, they did not hide it. She was wearing the super exposed lace underwear during the audition. Under the surprised and amusing eyes of a + record staff, she directly ran after her and pushed open the door that was about to be closed.

"That kind of woman, ha ha I hope you've taken protective measures. "

Taraji sneered.

"Don't you worry about me?" Song Ya took a glance at her, and her little assistant seemed a little angry. "You've been a bit off the mark lately, Talagi. He always turned my eyes and tucked me up, and love to make complaints about me."

"What do you say?" Taraji asked, "that South African girl left very lonely. You acted as if you had given her a very big hope on purpose, and then at the last moment, you broke that hope and threw it into the drainage ditch on the street, and you didn't forget to smile at her."

"How could you speak for her? Don't you hate her a lot? It was you who said how nice she came to Chicago

Song Ya looked at her and asked.

"Maybe it's compassion for the losers." Talaji replied.

"I don't think so much. I'm too busy. I've just taken a breath these days. I'm going to take care of Barnes chemical in early October. In addition, I have my own consideration. Tara is African American. Using her can make me feel better in the African American community, so I don't have to be attacked by DJs. I always give the blonde a chance, and Tara's expressiveness really crushed that South African girl 。”

Song Ya took a beautiful jewelry box from her arms and handed it to taraji. "Besides, since that South African girl has repeatedly refused my suggestion, I will give her a fair chance to compete. The reality is that she has not competed with Tara. She lost. It's so simple."

"So simple?"

"That's it."

Taraji shook the box. "What's in this?"

"I bought you a little gift. Please be nice to me in the future." Song Ya made a joke with his hands together.

Taraji shook his head and pouted to suppress his happy smile. He opened the box. Inside was a beautiful ruby pendant necklace.

"Why do you like to give women necklaces so much?"

Taraji put the necklace in front of his neck and said, "nothing new." She put on the necklace and stroked the huge ruby pendant. Her eyes floated to the small table in front of them. She should be looking for a mirror.

"A ring?" Song Ya said with a smile: "don't look for it. It's a good match for you. I told Hayden carefully what I want to buy. I don't need to question my eyes for choosing necklaces."

"Hum, I feel sad for your poor imagination. I can give you more things, such as watches and so on."

Taraji stretched out his wrist and made a gesture in front of him.

"Pay attention. This necklace is not cheap. If you don't like it, give it back to me." Song Ya tries to grab it.

"Like it." Taraji quickly protect, "you're too funny for girls, boss, but you haven't answered my question."

"What's the problem? Necklace? Maybe that's why. "

Song Ya thought for a moment, reached out his finger to hook the necklace around her neck, and then pulled it slightly toward her side.

"I knew it, you watch buster

Talaji was still hard spoken, but his head was buried in the direction of his hand.

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