Chapter 684

“APLUS！ Dog

It was about 20 degrees in Miami in April, and the starting place of the party was Chicago. Snoopy dog took the lead, waved to the fans who came to pick up the plane, then put on his sunglasses and exclaimed, "what a sunny and sea breeze m-fxxk is! I really hate that terrible weather in Chicago... "

"What about the next stop in Las Vegas? It's a city in the desert. " Song Ya smiles and goes over to greet the fans and sign his name.

"Hey, Las Vegas, of course I like it." Snoopy dog said with a smile: "by the way, Tyson just got out of jail on parole, and he invited me and sugnette to his party there..."

"Sugnette? Then I won't go, and I hear Tyson's party is very lewd. Have a good time

Song Ya shook his head and refused, "besides, I have to stay one more day to shoot MV." When he came to Miami Beach and had the opportunity for ready-made female models, he had to spend a day shooting the MV of cheerleader's song in the second college, which was completely in accordance with the original version of apocalypse. In fact, he sang and danced on the beach with beautiful girls in bikini and cheerleading costumes, and then played beach volleyball. It was very simple and cost-effective.

"I knew, biggie, and you?" Asked Snoopy dog.

Biggie wanted to go, hesitated, took a few deep breaths, and then whispered to the class, "come on, I can't be with sugnette." Not bad. Hold on.

"Shxt, I don't care about you."

Snoopy dog has a high EQ, so he doesn't get entangled.

The popularity of the three local most popular hip-hop stars can still be seen. Song Ya is wildly sought after by almost all the airport pickup fans. Snoopy Dogg's fans are concentrated in the black group, while biggie is far worse. Out of the greater New York District, some Miami local fans don't even know him.

"South Beach, South Beach..."

He was a little upset and urged song ya to finish signing soon so that he could go to a + fashion show.

"All right, all right."

Song Ya waved and blew kisses to farewell fans. They went to meet Huang Yuan, who came to pick them up in person, and drove to the beach city. Basically, all the fashion shows in Miami were concentrated in the luxury hotel next to the South Beach.

"We won't reach the peak of swimsuit show until August. Now, it's the fast consumer brands that do the show."

At night, the stands on both sides were empty. Some male and female models were rehearsing on the T-stage, and the lighting effect was not turned on. Scott, President of a + clothing, called over the designers who the company was ready to promote.

"Mr. aplus, I'm so excited and honored..." The white man in the enchanting dress was winking at Song ya.

"Hello."

There are too many gays in this industry. Song Ya is not surprised. He shakes hands with him generously and hugs him affectionately for a group photo, "it's up to you in the evening."

"Don't worry, Mr. aplus." The other side is very happy.

Song Ya heard many female model's coquettish voice. Looking back, Snoopy Dogg and biggie have already taken the valet to chat up, and the T-stage is in a mess.

Song Ya observed and felt that some of them were not inferior to the first-line supermodels in terms of appearance, but they had a lot of bad steps and body It's hard to say, because it's popular in the modeling circle to have a neutral face like Kate Moss and a flat figure. On the contrary, the curves of girls here are more in line with their own aesthetics. But their professionalism is not so good. Seeing the big stars show up and having fun, they quickly leave the rehearsal and scream and communicate with the dogs. "It seems that there are no famous models?" He asked Scott and the designer.

"We don't need it yet."

Scott replied, "women's models are all third line models, but men's models are basically second-line..."

"Well, I don't have any experience for the first time, so be careful." Song Ya knows that at present his T-shirt is mainly bought by men, nodding approval.

"Didn't you work on MV with Tara banks? I asked her agent and she didn't mind coming to help... " Said Scott.

"Er..."

Song Ya lowered his voice, "forget it, some people don't like me and her again."

Scott and the designer both laughed. They thought it was Maria Carey who didn't like it. In fact, only Sonya knew that it was considering the feelings of Halle Berry.

"Hey, let's rehearse, too."

He's pulling the two guys over for business, and the three will sing dead and gone in the middle of the show.

"Hey, aplus, what the hell are you..." Dog was following Huang Yuan with a smile. He turned back and said, "this has to talk about money! You go to my agent

"Just a moment, fifteen minutes! Otherwise you don't want to sit there at night! "

Song Ya made a point of threatening him with a stepped stand.

The fashion industry still retains a strong old European atmosphere. The seating arrangement of the stands next to the runway is very particular. The conspicuous position in the first row nearest to the runway is generally reserved for stars, fashion magazine editors, well-known designers, photographers, model agents, celebrities or important buyers of major high-end department stores. It is clear at a glance who is in the position of the fashion industry Seats and seats do not correspond to the embarrassing events, whether the stars themselves or the organizers are not bright.“Fxxk！”

Nowadays, gangster rappers are not popular with fashion shows. They don't care about it on the surface, but in fact, if they can sit by the t-stand and pretend to be forced, how can they not! Dog and biggie turned around swearing. Song Ya asked Scott to play the accompaniment, and then the three sang along with the music on the T-stage, and compared hands and feet.

"Well, I'll go to have a rest. Can I have a full seat in the evening? I mean, you didn't find anyone to do the counting? "

He saw Snoopy dogs and they were alive and well, but he was a little tired. He asked Scott.

"Er."

Scott's face showed a puzzled look. "Our brand is cheap, and there is no famous fashion industry person's original intention to come, but boss, you can rest assured that there will be no accidents at night. At least I can guarantee that there are all bright men and women in the stands."

In this way, the fashion industry is sensitive and fussy. High end people will not appear in the pheasant t-show at will, and the high-end brand shows will not let the unworthy guests appear in the conspicuous position in the middle of the stands. At most, the corner positions on both sides of the first row should be arranged for some related households who need to be exposed.

"Well, I'll come back that night."

Song Ya takes people to the next hotel to have a rest. In the evening, he puts on his formal clothes and sits in the middle of the first row of stands with the dog dressed as the prettiest kid in the hip-hop singer's aesthetic style, biggie in his own brand suit and Huang Yuan and other local hip-hop stars sit in the middle of the first row of stands.

Scott is right. Everyone here tonight looks strange, but at least everyone is dressed in fashion and can be invited to the show. In any case, it is a matter of great face. Before the opening, people are happy to communicate with each other and enjoy it.

Soon, the first formal fashion show of a + clothing began. The lights were dim, the music rang out, and the models stepped on the stage in high spirits. Snoopy dog and biggie were so happy that they both stood up and clapped and whistled to a third rate female model who had just "known" for a long time.

In the middle of the show, the three sang on stage, pushing the atmosphere to the highest point.

“Buttheoldme'sdeadandgone，DeadandGon……”

After the last sentence, he seemed to see a familiar face appear at the far end of the show. Their eyes looked at each other, and the other left. Unfortunately, it was too dark to confirm.

"I just saw Mila. Did you see it?" Back in the stands, he whispered to old Mike, who was sitting in the back.

"So?" Old Mike asked.

He stopped talking. After the show was over, Huang Yuan, the landlord, still declined. Huang Yuan asked Huang Yuan to take the dog and biggie to the party over there. He went back to the hotel to have a rest.

"I just saw Mila." He asked Linda again.

"Well, she is also on the show here. Another small brand is also the same runway. Tomorrow night." Linda replied, "I just recognized her, and I went to ask about it."

"She's back on the runway again?" Song Ya asked, "shouldn't you still be touring? She came to me on purpose? "

"I've been back early, but I can't get the first-class and second-line fashion shows. Her tour in the coffee shop and bar should also be terminated by the acting agency. It seems that a British concert has been cancelled. It may not make money."

Linda shook her head: "it should not be intentional. The small brands like a + clothing, like us, sign to the model agency for the show. They send models to come according to the customers' offer and requirements. Mila has signed a contract with that model agency now."

"Oh."

Song Ya thought of the scenery when she was the most popular. She couldn't help but sigh. "I thought she could earn some heat by fighting with feiji. She was really hurt by her father."

"It's said that the case of Mr. Jovovich will be sentenced next month. The enthusiasm of her and Fergie's horse grabbing will pass quickly. Ordinary people will forget when they have a good time. Moreover, Fergie and Kingsley are so smart that they can quickly get out of the fight after guessing the real purpose of her dallying. Now they can continue to quarrel with each other It's not good. "

Linda asked, "do you want to see her? I should be able to try to arrange it properly. "

Song Yaqi looked at her assistant strangely, as if she had changed her attitude towards Mariah Kelly after the rape incident He touched the ring finger of his left hand, "I'll ask."

"Well, take a rest, boss. I'll shoot a MV tomorrow." Linda goes out and closes the bedroom door for him.

Song Ya couldn't sleep at night. She couldn't help remembering the past with Mila. She quickly shook her head, dialed his wife's mobile phone and turned on the TV.

"Aplus, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Since he made his way in Hollywood, he has not paid much attention to the specific shooting of MV. The next morning, he went to the beautiful south beach of Miami, where there were already the MV crew of cheerleader waiting. He didn't know any of them, including the director. They were all finished by Sony Columbia Records."I'm honored, too."

He shook hands with the young white director, then put on a + T-shirt, and quickly started shooting with the female models of yesterday. Those third rate female models and local professional female dancers seemed to be eager to eat him, and began to seduce him in 18 ways. However, he was all grateful and kept a working distance with them.

Do you need me?

do you think I'm retty?

do I make you feel like training?

and I'm likeno, not really

cheerleader's unofficial accompaniment is playing on the shooting site. The beautiful sunshine, beach, bikini girl and coastline of Miami are the background. He gestures hip-hop gestures to the overhead camera and quickly completes his own before noon part. The original MV is so simple, the effect is actually good, of course, the future MV image quality is undoubtedly ahead of this era.

"Do you want to supervise the other girls' group dance?" The director came over and asked, "it's too sunny at noon. I'll wait for those parts after 4:00 p.m."

"never mind. My song is very quiet. It doesn't matter if you dance too bad. You don't even need to pursue the standard of dance too much."

He told the director, "shoot more material, I'll take part in the post editing. By the way, let the girls wear cool and cool as far as possible, and unify the style with my second major. Sony Columbia Records has given you the relevant requirements, right?"

"OK, no problem. I know."

Small MV director in front of the big stars have no idea, very straightforward one by one down.

"Dog, did they go to Las Vegas?"

Regardless of the girl's depressed eyes, he left the temporarily isolated beach set surrounded by bodyguards (later shooting MV does not involve the plot will not be detailed).

"Well, they left in the morning. They are waiting for you to meet over there." Linda replied.

"Let's get there as soon as possible." Song Ya nodded, "today's shooting is very smooth, I thought it would be finished in the evening."

"Boss..." Scott appeared in front of him anxiously, wiping his sweat. "What should I do if a biggie's valet made trouble behind the runway yesterday?"

"Didn't they all leave?" Song Ya frowned.

"The guy seems to have been entangled with a model from last night, so he stayed behind quietly. He went backstage today and didn't find anyone. The other party should not have told him that he was shooting MV on the beach today. He drank a lot of wine and made a little ugly. What should I do? If you don't stop it, the organizer will call the police and arrest people. "

Scott took him to the runway last night.

Song Ya followed him into the entrance, and suddenly remembered that Mira was tonight's show. He should be rehearsing in it now, and immediately stopped. "Damon, are you familiar with biggie's valet? Take marvolta in and bring him out... "

"OK."

Damondash, who was temporarily in charge, led the men in with Scott.

Song Ya stood at the entrance with old Mike and others. His mood suddenly became a little melancholy. He couldn't figure out why he wanted to avoid meeting Mila. Soon, a drunken black voice came out from inside, "Damon! get the hell out of here! What about bichi? She's fooled me. I want to see her, now! "

“Fxxk！ Don't be here to disgrace biggie and US New Yorkers! "

Sonya looks in. The drunkard is being dragged along the runway by damondash and marvolta alone. The guy kicks his legs wildly. Rehearsal female models have been hiding from the T-stage, gathered together to watch the excitement and laugh.

He didn't see Mira's figure. He turned his head and looked for it. What a coincidence! Mira was leaning against the wall near the entrance. She was only a few meters away from herself. She was alone with a slender cigarette in her hand. Her face was expressionless and cool. Staring at the farce on the T-stage, she smoked a mouthless puff. Her face was more neutral than when she was with her. Her eyes were empty and her body was empty On wearing a light to almost transparent fashion, in addition to the bottom of the small briefs, the whole by others to see light rhythm.

Song Ya's heart immediately rises inexplicable displeasure, directly a few steps to go over, split hands to take off the cigarette in her hand, "how did you smoke this?" Check it. It's an ordinary brand of women's cigarettes. I'm a little relieved.

"It's you..."

Mira turned to see him, unexpectedly very calm, turned her head and continued to stare at the T-stage, "long ago, just a cigarette."

"Do you need to dress like this?" Song Ya asked in a low voice.

"What? Oh, you mean... "

She bowed her head and put her hand on her chest. "I've been red before, so I've always been given the most exposed clothes when I go on the show. It's just work. It's nothing. I'm used to it. We don't avoid men when we change clothes backstage. That's it. It's too late."

"And your mother?" Song Ya looks for someone.

"She?" Mila chuckled indifferently. "I fired her, and her good agent, William Morris, was fired. Now I'm my own boss."Song Ya didn't say anything for a while, "it should have been like this."

"Ha ha." She bowed her head and laughed and said no more.

Her former girlfriend's personality has changed too much. Her vicissitudes and maturity unconsciously make song ya feel a little distressed. There is no way. She has experienced too many ups and downs in her life in the past few years. She feels that it is difficult for song ya to face all that in her own place.

"I saw you yesterday." Song Ya said.

"Well, I know you have a performance, so I sneak over and have a look. Your song is still so good But I don't believe you're going to be so sad about little Lori's death as in the song. You used to hate him... " She chuckled.

"Er..."

Before Song Ya was embarrassed, he tried to get to know his girlfriend

"Well, I hate him at the first sight. I remember another time, at the Nike store? He's holding his girlfriend and Tony, the muffler, and AK, is that AK? "

"Yes, AK is dead, too."

"I'm sorry..."

Unconsciously, they talked about the past events like old friends. "By the way, thank you for the valuable gifts you gave me before. You helped me get through the most difficult period. You also helped to drive Robert, who is a second major of mine, back to England. I remember them all..." "I've always wanted to say thank you personally, but It's just that I finally have a chance today. "

"It's nothing. It's a piece of cake." Song Ya waved his hand. "What happened to mark Horton, the producer of your second major? He suddenly returned to Australia. He was pestering you, right? "

"Oh, my mother and I did it. We deliberately designed that his wife would catch him in the hotel room alone with me."

She shrugged her shoulders lightly, as if she were saying something ordinary. "Later, my tour manager Chris Brenner took advantage of the opportunity, and he followed me wherever I went. I wanted to get rid of him again. But this time, my mother didn't want to cooperate with me. She even advised me to go with the old man who had some resources in the music industry. So I acted alone, but unfortunately he saw through, and the tour had to stop after falling out. So I simply secretly contacted the current model agency and used their energy to fire the manager's mother and her agent lover

"Wow, you did it all by yourself?" It's hard for Sonya to imagine that the girl who used to scream or cry emotionally could do all this alone in a dangerous entertainment world.

"Well, one must grow up." She said.

All of a sudden, a flash lights up, and then the sound of the shutter. Song Ya looks up in surprise. A dark shadow is running through the dark stands and running to another exit.

“Fxxk！ Damon! Don't mind the boy, stop him for me Song Yali screamed.

"Who is it?" Damondash and marvolta just pulled biggie's valet off the runway.

"That, that dog that ran out! Catch up with him! Come on

Song Ya's voice did not fall, the man has disappeared in sight, "Oh! M-FXXK！” He was so angry that he smashed the lady's cigarette in his hand to the ground.

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