Chicago 1990

Song Ya seemed to be worrying, so in the evening, Lori made a direct call to the house and told Tony that his first MV was about to start shooting.

Ten days later, Sunday, at one o'clock in the afternoon, the four brothers and sisters went out of the cave.

Tony hugged a woman with a hot body. The two of them were sticky all the way, and the road was not straight. The explicit love words and laughter got into the ears of the people behind from time to time.

"Bi Chi."

Connie sneered at the exaggerated buttocks of the black girl in front of her, and whispered to Song Ya: "Look at this disgusting butt. When we were with Tony before, it was definitely not so big. I don't know if the two broke up. How many men's beds has she climbed in a while!"

Song Ya, who was holding Emily's small hand, smiled and did not respond.

The relationship between men and women is very messy here. Separation and reunification are as common as eating and drinking. Tony went to call, and when his ex-girlfriend heard that he had the opportunity to show his face in the MV, he immediately changed his mind.

No wonder Connie would be upset.

However, Song Ya, who has traveled for almost a month, has a very thorough understanding of Tony's rough and subtle character, and it is not always certain who plays with whose feelings.

A group of people crossed the street and came to the sign of the'XX Dance Classroom' hung. A'silencer' dressed in western sunglasses was guarding the door with AK.

"Hey~ look, see who this is? I'm almost afraid to recognize it!"

Tony stepped forward and made fun of the'silencer', and the other party responded with a shy smile.

"Well, hurry up and get things done. We only rent the venue until five o'clock, and the neighborhood is very unsafe at night."

After AK finished greeting, he took out a stack of documents and distributed them neatly.

Song Ya glanced at the piece of paper that was stuffed into his own hand. It should be a document about the authorization of the personal image in the MV. "We are not 18 years old, do we not need the consent of the guardian to sign this?" He was a little confused. .

"You will die if you don't speak?"

With a wave of it, Tony threw the pen into Song Ya's hand, pointed to his head, and said to AK: "Don't ignore him, he has a problem here recently."

AK patted Song Ya on the shoulder and explained with a smile, "No one cares about these small details."

Taking advantage of Song Ya's signing time, he said to Tony again: "After entering, help Al to maintain order. After the filming officially starts, everything depends on the director."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Tony took the first step and kissed his ex-girlfriend on the cheek again, "Have you heard? From today, my brother has been in the entertainment industry."

Connie rolled her eyes from behind.

Since the first day of the journey, Song Ya has not stopped observing everything around him. Since the deterioration of public security, Chicago has tightened the approval of entertainment venues, especially nightclubs that allow liquor sales. It can be said that every house stands behind. With a black-and-white character who eats everything, every day he makes money.

Judging from the obvious hippie-style graffiti of the 70s and 80s in the passage after entering the door, the mottled and disrepaired facilities and decoration, the faint smell of urine in the corners, and the old-fashioned central dance floor, this'dance classroom' should have been It's a discotheque. After being'exhausted', it had to be transformed into a dance teaching venue.

Except for the director and a few staff members who are fiddling with the equipment, two to thirty young men and women on the dance floor have begun to wiggle their bodies to the music, and the atmosphere is good.

The music is played by Lori’s rap album. Song Ya’s first feeling... is really not good. It is also a chanting. Lori’s songs are obviously much more mediocre than those often played on the radio, especially the words. Forget it too.

"Hey! Tony!"

Al waved to Tony from the DJ station, "Come here!"

Tony ran over, and he hung the monitor headphones around Tony's neck, "Don't move any settings, just remember this volume knob, when I give you the signal..." He taught Tony some simple operations.

"understand!"

Tony put on the monitor earphones excitedly, and immediately twisted them exaggeratedly with the music, and kept his hands on the controller, pretending to be like that.

"Hey! Isn't this Tony?"

As soon as Al walked away, a young girl with heavy make-up immediately leaned over, "Remember me? I'm at level 11..."

"Bi Chi!"

The ex-girlfriend cursed and rushed to take the oath of sovereignty.

Song Ya saw everything in his eyes and thought of the'silencer' with five people and six people at the door. Who could have imagined that just ten days ago, the two of them were still defeated dogs by the football team. just now!

"So, Tony's'career' plan is completely successful!" He sighed in his heart.

"We are fast!"

Connie's attention was completely on the dance floor, and found that Al had already started arranging positions, she hurriedly pulled Song Ya and Emily over.

"Hey, APLUS!" Al blinked at Song Ya, well, ten days later, his nickname has been spread to everyone.

Connie got her wish and stood in a conspicuous position with Song Ya, Tony's ex-girlfriend leaned aside, and Emily and several peers were placed in the front row.

"Everyone! Everyone!"

The director is the only white person on the scene today. After tuning the machine, he stood behind the camera and shouted with open arms.

Al snapped his fingers at Tony, and Tony turned off the music.

"When the shooting starts, everyone will focus on me..." The director began to talk about various precautions.

In fact, this is the cheapest kind of MV. The singer sings in the front and the people in the back twist to the music and it's done.

"OK, ready to start." The director finished his explanation and went back to staring at the viewfinder.

Several high-power fill lights are turned on at the same time.

Tony replayed the music at Al's sign, "!" the director shouted.

To say that racial talent is really irrelevant, everyone twists like that, and everyone can improvise, and the atmosphere on the dance floor is getting more and more exciting.

"Ka!" The director suddenly stopped and the music stopped. He pointed to Song Ya, "You! Don't look left and right! Find the beat! Beat!"

"Oh! Okay, okay, sorry." Song Ya felt like he was going to suffer.

Sure enough, after a while, the director called to stop again, it was Song Ya.

"You stand in the back row!"

"card!"

"You! Still you! Stand back!"

Song Ya was a little annoyed, because he didn't know how to dance. Then the crowd smelled mixed with perfume, and he was a little bit out of breath, "Forget it, I won't dance." He simply left the stage and retreated to Tony's. Around.

"You have a problem! You have a big problem!" Tony glared at him, not getting angry. "Do you think there are many opportunities like this!?"

Song Ya shrugged, "I am not very comfortable with this kind of occasion."

The director was so happy that Lori appeared on the sidelines and immediately diverted everyone's attention.

"Welcome everyone, Lolo Lori!" Al loudly created the atmosphere.

All the young women started screaming...

Little Lori has put on her makeup and is very refreshed in her outfit. Unlike other rappers, he has no tattoos and does not wear any gang signs. There is nothing killing, poisoning, fucking in the lyrics, even too swearing. Not a few words.

In addition to being slightly self-centered, Song Ya has a good impression of him.

Little Lori stands in position C, and the director announces the start of filming.

I didn't think I was jumping on the court. I felt that time flies very slowly when I became a bystander. "I'm going out to get some air." He said to Tony.

Tony turned his head straight with the earphones, and his eyes were on Al in the middle of the field. He kept remembering Al's telling him to pay attention to the signal, and he was extremely focused.

But Al is busy now. Al is responsible for the ventriloquism part of rap, which is to simulate the sound of various instruments such as drums. This kind of performance seems to be popular now. He is standing next to Lori and moving towards the camera. Hit it.Of course, they are all lip-synching.

So Song Ya hid from the camera and walked out alone. He did not expect to remember the wrong direction, followed the passage and walked into an office inside the building.

"DJs in major cities have received our unofficial albums in the past. Do you want to know how they responded."

A super vigorous black bass came from the office.

"Go ahead," the other person responded.

"Philadelphia's Philby said that if a person sings like a maiden, looks like a maiden, and the lyrics are like a maiden, then he is a maiden. Lotter in Miami said that he would not admit that it is rap music. Atlanta’s BOI asked us to stay in the north to eat X. New Yorkers said that the music in the Brooklyn trash bin was better than us. Los Angeles sent us some records saying that we should listen to real music!"

"Whose responsibility! You don't listen to my agent. My plan is to make a reputation in Chicago first, and then in the country..."

"No reputation! Chicago's DJs are all about my face and my money!"

"We can also give Philadelphia money and New York money..."

"FXXX! That's a bottomless pit! And now it's too late to give the money. That can only prevent them from being the first villains to jump out. Those shameless bastards who step on the bottom will jump out when they smell blood. Laugh at Lowry, laugh at you, laugh at me, laugh at everything!"

"Then... Then leave them alone. When the MV comes out, we can focus on the young female market. Lowry's image is very popular with girls."

"This can only be done, but my record company is a small business and can no longer take big risks. The first batch of cassettes has been reduced to five thousand and only sold in Chicago. Vinyl records and digital CDs are temporarily suspended, and the MV is on TV. Make plans after promotion."

"FXXX! Five thousand? That's tantamount to surrendering before the war, tantamount to acknowledging that we are finished!"

"We are done!"

"No, at least ten thousand. Now a dog can sell for ten thousand records."

"Six thousand."

"Eight Thousand..."

"Seven thousand, FXXX! Why should we bargain for this!?"