Chicago 1990

There are too many benefits to the top of the airborne bulletin board charts. Young people and music fans who follow the trend will buy singles because of curiosity. Even if the radio DJ confiscates the money, they have to give a few comments. The cold music critics and Paper media have to start talking about and analyzing the style of lyrics and music, no matter whether it is good or bad, they have to give an attitude, which invisibly greatly increases the exposure, and it is free.

I feel it coming the next week’s sales increase is predictable. Sales as one of the calculation weights of the bulletin board singles chart, which in turn can help to make the chart. In addition, Columbia Records has been continuously investing in regular promotion. The whole project has entered a positive cycle.

DJ helped to make the list, and the list drove sales and media attention, which in turn encouraged Columbia Records to increase its publicity, and then several weighting directions worked together, and the list position continued to rise, driving more sales and attention...

very perfect.

And the fame was established, and the rest of the promotional itinerary could start to make money along the way. Many local nightclubs and bars contacted Hayden.

"You pick a higher price, safer one, and schedule it."

Song Ya now needs some extra cash income to smooth out the accounts for the bribes that they continue to send to black DJs everywhere.

Hai registered, "Okay, but if you don't really sing in those places, you will be beaten?" He laughed.

"It's okay to sing. There are no cameras in those places. If you sing it overturned, you are not afraid of being left with evidence. At most, your reputation is a bit stinky." Song Ya heard a lot of knowledge from Tony.

"You should add some staff, an assistant or manager, at least one." Hayden suggested, "It's best if you can eat it in a nightclub, otherwise you will have to pay for it after the show."

"Ok."

Song Ya knew that there was not enough manpower on his side, and Tony was the best, but he and the'silencer' came back to Little Lorraine after a week of help. Al's personality is too awkward and not suitable for that kind of thing. Hayden and Dyley were even more troubled by the white men, and besides, they still had a lot of things to do.

"Forget the manager, I can handle it myself, and the assistant can find one, but..."

The manager is to be divided according to income like the broker. Song Ya does not want to bleed. He knows in his heart that the assistant is a close person, and it involves receiving cash from nightclubs and other places. He must be absolutely trusted, except for Tony. , He couldn't think of any good candidates.Unfortunately, Tony is loyal to Lori.

"How is Tyron?" Al interjected.

"do not……"

Song Ya didn't want to involve his bloodless relatives. Besides, he was also a stuffy jar like a'silencer', which was also not suitable.

"I used to complain about Tony's attendant culture, but I didn't expect that I only think that attendant is not enough..."

He thought helplessly, "Forget it, this time I'll do it myself, anyway, there are only three weeks left in the publicity, and then I have to go back to school in Chicago. Hayden, you will check for me and only choose regular nightclubs."

"Ok."

Hayden took notes, and Song Ya threatened him not to renew his contract.

"Can you help me design some actions that can be performed in a nightclub? As far as I know, such places have high requirements for interaction."

Song Ya looked at the person in charge of propaganda.

"indeed."

The other party laughed, "Your stage performance is a disaster, I wanted to say it straight."

"..."

"Just kidding, just kidding, so, have you seen MJ's performance?"

The person in charge of propaganda made a motion of pressing the crotch with one hand and then moving forward.

"No one knows MJ's signature moves."

"You can learn it and change it a little bit. When it comes to singing I feel it coming..." He shook his hands back and forth at his sides, and his hips followed the rhythm. "That's it.

"That's it..." Song Ya knows how to draw inferences. He remembered the action that was killed by Zach Schneider in the MV. "Then when I sing And the heat between your legs, can I use this action?"

He put his hands on his chest and closed them, then moved them away.

"Yes! Hahaha!"

The propaganda officer and Hayden, Dile, and Al all laughed.

The first stop of the trip to the South is New Orleans, the hometown of jazz. It is said that that kind of performance first came from black musicians in the red light district, because the white people working upstairs need a kind of lightness, like touching women’s skin and shaking. The curtain slides across the bed, but it does not disturb the passionate music.

Now New Orleans even retains part of the pattern of a century ago. Although there is no legal racial discrimination, the blacks and whites here are still distinct, and the wealthy areas of the white people still retain the old days of the colonial era of the last century. , And the black area is too poor. Unlike the South City of Chicago, it is closer to Mexico and it is easier to obtain drugs derived from plants, unlike Chicago’s gangs who have long focused on chemical products. New gadgets.

The radio DJs here are very proud. In addition to the jazz they are proud of, they also have their own southern rap. They have always scorned the style of other regions.

"I have heard of your second-hand store... The song expresses the joy of choosing items in the second-hand store, and then satirizes those shopping psychology that blindly chasing famous brands. Is my understanding correct?"

"Yes, it is."

Columbia Records picked a radio DJ who doesn’t like embarrassing people so much, and was interviewed. He didn’t expect this guy to ask a very strange question, “So do you think this is a kind of self-dwarfing? It’s like, this Like a value imposed by white people, black people deserve to be poor, and they deserve to be unable to afford famous brands. Then instead of trying to change all of this in your song, you are enjoying yourself in this value..."

"WTF..."

Song Yaxin said what the hell was this asking?He couldn’t bring out the fact that the original song in Apocalypse was white, so he had to avoid, "Good question, but I didn’t have this idea when I wrote this song. You know, the lyrics for the rap part are done by Little Lori. , I think he should be able to give you the answer."

Since Little Lori took his own lyrics, he should take this kind of crime.

After a battle of wits and courage, both sides ended the visit with dissatisfaction.

"This DJ gave me a set and will not accept his interviews since then." Song Ya walked out of the radio and whispered to Hayden.

In the studio, "Listening rate dropped by 3 points!" The staff's wailing passed into the headphones.

"FXXX! This APLUS is both cunning and boring. Don't invite him to my show anymore." DJ collapsed helplessly on his chair.

In the evening, Song Ya appeared in a very large local nightclub.

"Guests tonight! APLUS!"

The nightclub host shouted loudly, "Bring the 15th song on the bulletin board this week, ing!"

"Wow!" The men and women in the nightclub twisted their bodies and cast their eyes on the small stage.

When the lights came on, Song Ya stood in front of him, forming a triangle with Al and Dile behind. Dile pressed the keyboard, Al flicked the electric guitar, and the prelude sounded.

Song Ya did not stop using gestures and interacting below, pointing at the white girl nearby, and waving at the people behind.

"Tell me what you really like......"

He opened his throat relaxedly, and the original sound that was slightly different from MJ's voice flowed without the post-modification.

"I feel it coming, I feel it coming babe..."

When he sang this sentence, he remembered the advice of the person in charge of propaganda, with an ambiguous smile on his face, his hands swayed slightly on his sides, and his crotch moved forward.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

"I can feel that body shake, And the heat between your legs..."

At this point, Song Ya put his hands on his chest.

The men and women immediately snickered knowingly.

"I know what you've..."

The broken place here is Song Ya’s biggest problem. He immediately twisted his upper body back vigorously, acting like singing hi and shaking his head. In fact, he was trying to hide his mouth from the audience’s sight. Indicate the second half sentence in time.

Perfectly clothed.