Chicago 1990

Chapter 30 Participating in the MV again

Within a few days, Hayden drove the car to the door of his house.

Song Ya crawled out of bed with a yawn, glanced at the alarm clock, four o'clock in the morning.

Al, with a beard and explosive head, wears headphones and uses a pillow to cushion his butt. The small TV is facing the other side of the bed, and a poster is added to block the light. There is only a slight click of the handle in the room.

Alas, how could a hip-hop singer become a dead house for a game?

Song Ya shook his head helplessly.

Previously, Pablo was willing to take the initiative to pull Ayre back. After working with SBK, this road was completely broken. SBK's strategy is to go first with singles. Since there is no Ayre in the second-hand store, then Pablo is impossible. Pull him back to divide the money.

With a good hand played like this, Song Ya’s previous sympathy for him has long since disappeared. For more than a month, he could not sleep well at night. Now this picture is still the result of several severe negotiations. Aunt Susie came forward and drove people away. If you don't leave him, the black Buddy looks invincible.

Fortunately, you can get rid of this guy when you finish moving.

Washing and dressing downstairs, Hayden was sitting at the table, eating scrambled eggs made by Aunt Susie, on the table was a pile of documents and a pager.

Song Ya picked up the pager, which had a straight display with a display function. There was a plastic buckle on the back. He hung it on his waist and tried it. Although many people wore it like this, it was inexplicably rustic, and he stuffed it into his pocket. Too big, just throw it directly into the bag.

I took the scrambled eggs handed over by Aunt Susie, and looked at the file while eating.

He calculated the amount of the pager number and the purchase invoice, etc., and directly signed a check and put it in front of Hayden.

Then there are statistics on the sales of Lao Qiao’s music. In more than a month, Lori II’s album has sold more than 68,000 copies, and he has been allocated a royalty of over 3,000. The check for Lao Qiao’s music is attached to the back.The later release of the album will be owned by SBK, and Lao Qiao Music will no longer be responsible for sales.He received the check, and signed another one-tenth of the check to Hayden to pay the commission, saying: "This sales volume is pretty good. After one or two years, there will be more than ten to two hundred thousand copies. ."

Hayden shook his head. "Too few. According to SBK, Old Joe made two fatal mistakes. One was that the publicity failed to keep up, which caused the album to be slow to gain momentum. They will naturally think that it’s not good to give up buying. Second, the distribution is too conservative and only cassettes are released. Many people covered by the promotion cannot buy records. So they simply choose to transcribe. Anyway, cassette transcription is convenient, which further causes The loss of future buyers."

"That's why we chose SBK, didn't we?" Song Ya continued to process the next one. It was not a document, but two color photos. One was a photo of herself and Underwood shaking hands, and the other was with Michelle.

"I went to the reporters present to ask for it. It was a good shot. You are very photogenic." Hayden joked, "Would you like to find two frames to frame?"

"Forget it." Song Ya put the photo aside, "They are not really big people, are they? I wouldn't be embarrassed if Underwood was not elected to the Federal Assembly."

"Whether they are big people depends on your own level." Hayden said.

Song Ya thought that it made sense, took a book he was reading from upstairs, and clipped two photos in it.

"Book can say no..."

Hayden saw the cover of the book, "Sony bought Columbia's film and music department, Panasonic bought MCA records, Mitsubishi bought Rockefeller Center, you look at the cars running on the road now, maybe in a few years, we You have to work for the notebooks."

Song Ya shrugged. Speaking of the car, the eight-year-old Ford pickup truck that hadn't been bought for a long time was broken by Connie, and it was still lying at the door. The Centennial Ford was destroyed by... Connie.

Speaking of Connie, she lazily hugged Emily, who was still awake, and went downstairs.

The last few documents are familiar portrait authorization letters,

"The producer of SBK said that the director wanted to take advantage of the light and shadow at sunrise. We are not in time. The professional makeup artist they hired to put on the girl’s makeup is very slow. This is a big production. I heard that it will be on MTV. Broadcast."

Hearing Hayden's words, Connie rushed out of the door holding Emily, and got into the front seat of the Dodge Dynasty.

"Don't you two have breakfast? Bitch!" Aunt Susie said in the morning.

"Let's go too."

Song Ya put the scrambled egg in his mouth, and Hayden went out, the car crossed several streets, and stopped in front of Ellie's house and honked a few horns.

After a while, Ellie climbed down the window on the second floor and ran into the car like a thief.

"Dear."

She got into the car and arched into Song Ya's arms, her little mouth kept kissing Song Ya's cheek, "Thank you, you are so kind."

Connie and Emily in the front seat rolled their eyes at the same time.

"Small things." Song Ya hugged Ellie, who was like a small animal, in a mixed mood. This time, he helped her show her face in the MV. It would be worthy of her to break up in the future, emmm... But since the two are still male now Girlfriend... He looked at the seat in front of him, then put his hand into Ellie's clothes quietly.

The shooting location was not the second-hand store where Song Ya got the apocalypse. Old Qiao said that it did not belong to the hell bobcat's site. There might be accidents in the shooting.

The territories of the Hell Bobcats are not large, and soon the car drove to its destination.

This second-hand store is much smaller and older than the one where he got the apocalypse. There are a lot of cars and equipment parked at the door, and many staff are busy.Give the three signed portrait authorization letters to the crew in charge, and take Connie, Emily, and Allie to find the vanity car. Song Ya casually recognized many familiar faces from the last MV filming. "Isn't it about big production? Why is it the same as last time?" He asked Hayden.

"It will take three days to shoot. The director is well-known in Chicago, and the big production will first record a lot of material, and then cut it into a three-minute MV. Who knows if he can show his face." Hayden replied.

SBK acted very quickly in order to recover the time lost by Lao Qiao. The decision of this MV did not communicate with Song Yaxian, but this is a normal phenomenon. Songwriters generally do not get involved in these matters. They are willing to take care of Lao Qiao's music group. People’s old relationships are already pretty good.

Song Ya originally had a complete MV in his mind, but he felt that the style of that MV did not match the mainstream orientation of this era, and he had never learned how to write desk books or storyboards. He had the goods in his mind, but expressed If you don't come out, just think about it.

The two walked to a warehouse behind the store, which was transformed into two temporary VIP dressing rooms. Little Lori and Old Joe each occupied one. Their two people were clearly separated at the door, and there were several belts. The real gang members in the flower headscarves smoked from afar to prevent accidents.

"Hey, APLUS!" AK even waved when he saw Song Ya, "Come here, come here, you also have your opinion."

"What's your opinion?" Song Ya walked over and saw Tony, AK and the others in a circle, talking about a piece of paper in Pablo's hand.

"SBK got the chance to perform at home for the Bulls in the playoffs, but only one performance, which one do you choose?" Pablo was in a good mood today, probably a series of high-end and high-end operation orders after SBK took over. He gradually let go of his worry, "APLUS?" He handed the paper in his hand to Song Ya, which turned out to be a match list.

"I haven't studied it." After Song Ya crossed the road, he had to prepare for a speech when he wrote lyrics and songs. How could he have the energy to care about the NBA.

"Don't pay attention to him, he is a ball blind." Tony screamed: "If I want to choose, I will choose the first game of the playoffs, steady!"

"Idiot, the sooner you perform, the lower your attention, at least in the Eastern Finals!" AK objected.

"Can we do it? Last year..." Tony was a little emboldened.

"Phil Jackson did a good job this year. Besides, we have Jordan. Only the Pistons can stop him in the Eastern Conference. It just so happens that we will face the Pistons in the Eastern Conference Finals."

"Phil Jackson is a rookie..."

The two were arguing, and the little Lori, who had not finished putting on makeup, rushed out of it, "Finals! Finals!" He yelled like a child, "I only want the finals!"

"OK then."

Pablo gave up the opportunity to sign with Song Ya in order for Lori to abandon Al, abandoning old Morgan, and almost doted to him, "Then..." He hesitated for a while with his pen hanging on the match table." Just take the first game of the final at home, be steady."