Chicago 1990

Face to face, Song Ya didn't want to conceal his inner appreciation, but just controlled as much as possible and didn't let his gaze appear too fascinating.

Mila and him met their eyes for a while, then leaned back, pulled them farther apart, cleared their throats, and began to play the intro. She simply omitted the part of the piano that was blocked by Song Ya, "Look inside......"

After the first bar was sung, she folded her hands, her eyes floated to the ceiling, still that arrogant.

"If you don't sing, you won't sing, and if you don't sing, you won't sing..." Song Ya deliberately learned her tone when she left during the audition that day, "Hahaha..." She stubbornly pushed her shoulder with her hand. Laugh out loud.

"You...huh!"

The beautiful profile turned red in an instant, and she turned her head in embarrassment and started a small temper again.

The ends of her long hair hit Song Ya's face.

It smells so good!

"Mr. Song."

Mrs. Jovovich came in through the door and looked at them helplessly, "Don't tease her, she's still a child..."

"He was the first!" Mira raised her voice, and she was about to make the iconic scream again.

"Milla..." Mrs. Jovovich looked at her harshly.

"As I said, call me APLUS just like Mrs. Jovovich. Okay, no kidding." Song Ya stood up and gave the piano to Milla. "The second bar, continue."

Mira obviously has a good foundation, playing the piano well, and singing better than the day of the audition. It seems that she has been practicing very hard recently.

"The third bar."

Song Ya listened and paced slowly. This classroom is small and the decoration is very old. There is no podium, only a small blackboard and six desks. It seems that the piano education business here is not good. There was a large travel bag on the desk of which was open. It seemed to contain women’s clothing. Next to it were a box of Lipton tea bags, two glasses and a small cassette tape recorder.

"Go on, don't stop, fourth bar."

After singing a song, "emmmm..." Song Ya groaned while touching her cheek.

I feel that the eyes of the mother and daughter are focused on themselves, "It’s not good, it’s still a long way away." He told the truth, this is a very important song to him. Picking up girls is a side job, and everything must be done to ensure the quality of this song. Under the premise.

Mira's eyes flashed, her eyelids drooping.

"Song...APLUS, you have to help us." Mrs. Jovovich was almost begging.

"Of course, I came to show that I really want to help you, I like Mira..." Song Ya observed Mrs. Jovovich's reaction from the corner of his eye, and felt that the other person's face became a little ugly, "And this is also Daniel's request. ." The words were rounded up immediately.

"So, Eric..."

He said to Eric, who had just entered the door, "Put the cassette you brought."

Mrs. Jovovich took the tape recorder and put it on the piano. Eric performed some operations. In the first round, Song Ya's most satisfied singer's singing recording began to play.

"Do you hear the difference? Originally, according to my standards, Mira definitely couldn't pass the first round." He gestured to the tape recorder, full of pressure.

Mrs. Jovovich sat down, and Milla lowered her head, silently fiddling with the lace of the skirt corner.

"Hey... don't be discouraged, I am here! Everything has just begun!"

Appearing to be a bit too hard, Song Ya quickly cheered them up, "First of all, let's solve the problem of timbre first, Mira." He began to take special training seriously.

"No, no, you have to squeeze your throat and change your pronunciation..."

"No, be more careful."

"No..."

"Or not……"

The clock on the wall slowly moved to twelve o'clock.

Song Ya felt that Mila was starting to become impatient, "Let's take a break, Eric, can I get some coffee back?"

"I'll go.

"I'll help you, Mrs. Jovovich." Eric chased after Song Ya's hint.

Pushing them away, Song Ya leaned close to Mira's ear, "Hua Q..." He blew lightly.

Mila was a little frightened, turned her head to look at him vigilantly, and said word by word: "If you harass me like this, I will call the police. I entered the modeling scene when I was eleven. Don't think I have ever met someone like you. !"

Song Ya looked at her ears that were getting red, and smiled, "What do you think I am doing? Pronunciation, pronunciation! Do you remember how you scolded me that day?"

"FXXXYOU!" Mira yelled at him, mostly to vent her anger.

"No, it's not like that. Think about it carefully."

"FXXXYOU! I often scold people like this, I can't remember."

"It's still wrong, pinch your throat, remember to pinch your throat, as I taught you before..."

"Flower Q!"

"That's right! It feels right!" Song Ya finally got the words of the apocalypse, comfortable.

"Flower Q!" Mira was excited.

"Don't try so hard, add a little ending, spend Q~"

"Flower Q~"

"Keep your pronunciation light."

"Flower q~"

"Almost, there must be that kind of indifferent and joking feeling."

"Flower q~Flower q~Flower q~......"

"Go on, spend q~"

"flower……"

"Milla!" Mrs. Jovovich returned, and she looked at them embarrassedly.

"Mrs. Jovovich, it's okay. We are practicing the lyrics. This word is very important in the whole song." Song Ya explained to her.

Mira chuckled.

"Oh, do you know? If it wasn't for this opportunity, I would never let Mira touch this kind of song..."

Mrs. Jovovich took the dinner plate that Eric was holding and complained while putting sugar cubes in four cups.

"Really? I heard that Mila will join the group in the second half of the year and make that kind of cool movie." Song Ya stabbed her.

The sugar cube in Mrs. Jovovich's hand fell out of the cup, "No...you misunderstood, returning to Blue Coral Reef is a classic remake, but the main feature is on the beach."

"She also filmed a movie starring Xue Linfen, and many people call that film a porn..."

"I...I didn't pay attention when I signed the contract, and the pictures have nothing to do with Mira. Besides, it is an art film. It is normal for art films to have that kind of lens. In European art films..."

"Okay, Mrs. Jovovich, let's not discuss this topic anymore, okay? Sorry, I was a little angry when you commented on my song just now. I wrote this song to De Klerk in South Africa to protest There is still segregation there." The pressure was just right. Song Ya looked at Mrs. Jovovich who was at a loss to explain her righteousness, and then took the initiative to evacuate the battlefield, "Mila, let's drink something and continue. "

Mira made a grimace at him.

"wrong!"

"It feels wrong, start over!"

"Forget the meaning of the lyrics, just try to sing him as an ordinary girl love song."

"There has been progress, but it is still not enough."

"Again!"

The boring exercise continued, and the clock came to three o'clock in the morning.

"I want to rest." Mila twisted her legs, her voice a little hoarse.

"Ok."

Milla got up and walked out, Song Ya glanced at Mrs. Jovovich who was dozing off on the desk, stepped lightly, and followed out.

Outside the bathroom, Song Ya waited in the dark, hearing the sound of flushing, and then Mira appeared tall at the door.

'Pop', he made a wall bang and stopped the opponent from going.

"I'll call the police." Milla tilted her head and pushed his arm hard.

"Are you scared?" After spending so long together, Song Ya has already figured out the character of the rebellious girl in front of him.

Mira really raised her head to look directly at him, her eyes full of stubbornness.

Every time she frowned, she didn't have a moving and neutral beauty. Song Ya looked at the bright eyes and the mouth-watering red lips in the dark, and approached.

There seemed to be a kind of youthful restlessness in the surroundings, Mila did not dodge, and the fluctuation of the small flat chest became larger and larger.

Song Ya kissed it.