Chapter 1055

"And aunt Susie?"

In the evening, song ya, who is chatting with Shakira about the score of we are one, asks casually at the door of a small recording studio on the top floor of Highland Park.

"They're all back in Hyde Park, and Tony says you won't allow a celebration party here, so I can only go back. "

It's sherifen's voice. Shakira instantly put down her hand pressing the key of the electronic piano and moved away a little.

"Sorry."

Song Ya looked back at sherifen holding the door. "I thought it was Goodman He's home, too? "

"No, I'm still waiting for you in the study." Sherifen replied.

"Well, I'll leave for a while."

Had to give a charge to Shakira, get up and go to the door, "you also have a rest early, today is hard." Song Ya also said to Xue Linfen.

"Well, I sent a plane to pick up little rob and little Jon? Is that all right? " Sherifen asked.

"Of course, I miss them too."

When song Ya left the studio, sherifen walked in. "I used to play drums." She said.

"Wow..." Shakira sighed.

"I've lived with rock bands since I was a child. My mother is a keyboard player, an aunt is a singer, and another aunt can play bass, called Suzi Quatro..."

"I've heard of suziquatro! He's your aunt! "

"Yes..."

Hee hee, chat on good, song Ya rest assured to go to the study.

Goodman is half lying on the sofa watching an old movie. Two glasses of whisky have been poured on the tea table next to him. "Tomorrow's rehearsal with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra?" Hearing song Ya close the door, he asked.

"Yes."

Starting from December 1, the shooting schedule of football wonder was postponed by four days due to his return to Chicago last month and a strike. "Mr. barenboy is very unhappy." Song Ya picked up the cup and sipped it.

"I heard that the Symphony Center is going to be renovated." Goodman said.

"Is it?"

The Chicago Symphony Center is the base of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. It has a history of 100 years, "so I'll ask Donovan to help me draw up a number?" It is necessary to donate a sum of money.

"Well."

The two of them had nothing to do with each other while watching TV and chatting about the Barnes case. This case has been thoroughly studied by the dream lawyer group, and the external situation has gradually changed to a more moderate level. There are few places where Goodman needs to help him solve his doubts. "Chuck, I'm going to Limit Connie's purse, don't you think? " Song Ya changed the topic.

Connie picked up Tony's beating and robbing car. She doesn't look guilty today.

"How to limit it? She gets her salary from Susie's charity foundation, which Not long ago, I just got Oprah's $10 million Goodman wryly. "I can't do it. You have to convince the relatives yourself."

"Well, I'll find a chance."

Song Ya scratched his head and said, "well, next time sherifen asks you to transfer her private plane, you'd better ask her what she's going to do first. Don't let her bring people I don't want to see directly to my home."

"You don't want to see Bill mckennik?" Goodman asked.

"No, I mean ask in advance if this happens again Anyway, you know what I mean

"OK, I see."

The next morning, old Mike pulled up at the gate of Chicago Symphony Center. A hundred years ago, this nine story building in the style of Georges might have been the most magnificent and magnificent on the whole Michigan Avenue, but now it is set off by the surrounding skyscrapers, which is a little low and old, "don't get off the bus."

Old Mike doesn't care about the appearance of the building. What he worries about is that the gate is facing the street. This kind of old-fashioned theater layout is the footpath of people coming and going. He uses walkie talkie to command the front and rear bodyguards to get off to line up the walls.

"What's the matter with you?"

Noticing that song Ya's spirit was suddenly depressed, Shakira asked.

"Nothing."

In the cold morning light, there are two people standing at the door of the Symphony Center to chat. They are bass players, because they all carry a higher than human bass box. This kind of bow string instrument even needs to install a small wheel at the bottom of the box to facilitate the musicians to carry heavy it.

This scene also brought himself a piece of Apocalypse film, so now a little dizzy, song Ya slowed down for about ten seconds, and then lovingly kissed the latin girl around him.

"How nervous! I'll see barrenboy himself later... "

The director, conductor and pianist of one of the world's top ten symphony orchestras are naturally idols in the minds of musicians, said Shakira longingly.

"Hehe, I know him very well. He likes my symphony very much."

The bodyguard drove the two bass players into the door, but they didn't find the paparazzi. Old Mike signaled safety and went down to open the back door. Song Ya took Shakira's hand and walked quickly across the footpath, not forgetting to boast."I don't feel safe here..."

Old Mike's eyes were always attracted by the musical instrument box of the musicians coming and going, as if the next second a killer would take out the famous Chicago typewriter: the portable and hidden Thomson submachine gun.

"Don't make it all over the place. Take it easy, Mike."

Song Ya doesn't want to interfere with the classical musicians here. "Actually, I feel that the security level can be lowered. What do you think?"

Motura has completely cut off the way back to Sony Columbia Records. Even if he dies, the profits from commemorative albums have nothing to do with him. Since he can't get any economic and performance benefits, a rational professional manager should not commit suicide just for personal hatred or export gas. He should know that doing so requires life to bear consequence.

That's what Goodman did last night.

"Life is yours, not mine." Old Mike replied quietly.

"Anyway, keep a low profile in this building, I think It's better to be in awe of the traditions and techniques of classical music. "

Song Ya laughs.

He came to the last rehearsal of the symphony of the earlier game of power. He walked through the interior of the building skillfully, and soon found the large rehearsal room assigned to Baba Yetu.

“OK！ Now tell me, is it fast or slow? "

As soon as I got to the door, I heard baronboy's voice, "fast or slow!" This is a soundproof door. It's not hard to see how the top conductor inside is roaring.

"Don't you go in?" Asked Shakira.

"Shh." Song ya, with a bad smile, told her not to make a sound, and then stuck her ear to the door, so she did the same.

"I can't believe it! How can they take a retarded person into the orchestra! Do you understand staff?! Tell me what this is! "

"Quaver."

"What is this?"

"With a quarter note."

"So you can understand! Now answer me Is it fast or slow? "

Barenboy seemed to be training musicians, very irascible, "answer He roared.

"Soon?"

"My God! I didn't find a pig hidden in the orchestra! Get out of here, fatso! Go and eat your big Mac! Get out of your way Barenboy was not satisfied with the answer, and his mouth was full of fragrance.

Shakira heard the sound of smashing things, the sound of chairs falling down, and then the sound of footsteps getting closer.

"Yes! Good! That's it. Cry like a nine year old girl and run out of mom's room! this is it! Fat man... "

When she heard this, she quickly jumped open, but found that song Ya was still foolishly sticking his ear to the door and reached out to pull it. But before she could, the door was opened from inside. Song Ya fell into his seat, holding a cello, and was in the arms of a young fat man with tears.

"I'm sorry." Song Ya apologized quickly. He was a bit insensitive just now, because there was a movie about Tianqi, but there was a jazz orchestra conductor training drum drummers.

But the other party was not in the mood to pay attention to him. He wiped his body with his hand over his eyes, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor

Now that the door was open, Sonya found that there was a musician's eyes on him, so he had to go in and say, "I'm here, Mr. barenboy."

There are more than 30 musicians in the hall. All the young people don't even dare to lift their eyelids. These people are usually backup musicians. Those who have just made eye contact with them are senior voice directors and so on. All of them are distinguished figures in the classical music world, probably leading to world-famous Soloists, or He has a professorship in the Conservatory of music.

"Ha, it's our great composer's turn at last."

Barenboy, who was still in a rage, was the only lion in the room. He stopped looking at himself when he glanced at him. He picked up the music on the podium and said to the musicians, "what? Shouldn't you applaud? Oh, the belated big star also brought his little girl friend. The Chicago Symphony Orchestra should create a dedicated couple's podium for them! Don't be dazzled! Applause

Some young musicians clapped their hands at once.

It's so embarrassing and weird. He's almost sentenced in public, "yes, I'm sorry The studio has gone I can't leave... "

The pressure immediately pulls full, temporarily also does not take care of xiaqila, song Ya counsels in a low voice for not coming back on time to participate in the rehearsal apology.

"No, no, no, don't apologize, aplus. You saved me. I can finally go back to my humble work and serve Mr. Brahms carefully."

Barenboy pressed a large stack of music on Sonya's chest, then slammed the door and left.

"I..."

Song Ya is stupefied with his score in his hand, and his brain is blank.

In the rehearsal room where the needles could be heard, there were a lot of noises in the moment after barenboy left. The young musicians who were just like wooden men looked up at themselves, as if waiting for the command of the new commander, and at the same time relaxed their stiff bodies.Shakira cried for some reason. She stood by the door with her head drooping, her face covered with her long newly dyed golden hair, and her big tears fell to the floor.

Who am I? Where am i? What should I do?

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