Chicago 1990

After class, students from neighboring classes and even other grades kept coming over after hearing the news. Song Ya's hands were sore. At noon, it almost caused riots in the cafeteria, and order was restored under the pressure of the vice principal.

"It seems that my choice is right. Writing a hundred platinum singles is not as famous as the singer in front of the stage..."

Song Ya, who confirmed that she was really popular, slipped into the squash court to avoid the crowds after school.

Swing the racket and hit the squash ball on the wall again and again, with only boring swings and'bang!Bang!'sound.

After finally cleaning up for a while, "Hey, APLUS." The white girl who flirted her last time appeared again.

"Hi……"

Song Ya had no choice but to slap the ball to the corner and greeted the girl with her hands behind her back. The white shorts and T-shirt sports attire gave her good figure at a glance. Her tall chest fluctuated violently, and she didn't know whether it was tired from playing. It's still because of tension.

"I'm in the badminton club over there." She pointed outside.

"Cool."

After experiencing the Harley dentist incident, Song Ya knows that sending children into a good private middle-class family has a little social energy in the local area. Besides, there is an old saying that rabbits don’t eat grass on the edge of their nests. He still chooses to play stupid. This kind of girl is not so easy to get rid of.

"Do you have time at night? Maybe we can go to a movie."

The girl opened the appointment openly and was more proactive than last time. Song Ya felt that she was not only intentional, but she was a bit quick to rush to the posture.

"Uh...I have to practice singing at night." He declined.

"What song to practice? New song?"

"Both, old songs have to be practiced."

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

The girl casually sang two more explicit lyrics, then she lowered her head and laughed shyly, "Is this one? Am I right?" When she raised her head again, her eyes were already affectionate, and she didn't forget that she was right. Song Ya bit her lip, "Or, you can take me to visit your recording studio."

Wait, what's the matter with your faint bitch!"Yeah, I posted this song..."

Before Song Ya's words finished, "Bi Chi!" Several black girls appeared from behind the good girl, and the eldest sister who led the team pushed her, "While everyone is not paying attention ah?"

"Hey! What are you doing? Bullying? I'll sue the teacher!" The good girl warned her.

"Yeah, let's sue, Biyiahchi..." A black girl behind began to show her racial talent.

The good girl looked at Song Ya and saw that he didn't mean to be a hero to save the United States, "OK, OK, you're waiting for it." She flicked her hair and left in anger.

"Hey, APLUS." The fat elder sister stretched out her fist towards Song Ya, "I'm in the twelfth grade, my name is Denise, she is..."

The eldest sister introduced several younger sisters to Song Ya very socially, "We have set up a fan club for you, and only your own people can participate. From now on, I will cover you in the school. Chi is here to harass you."

"Yeah, someone in Denise's family is on PN..." a little girl helped.

There are still girls in this private school?

Song Ya was puzzled and reacted after hitting her fist, not right!PN?People?Isn't that the rival gang alliance that is killing GD in Nancheng?The other party rushed over to make friends without even knowing his own background. It seemed to be a false social person.

Song Ya kept silent, and pretended to be happy to deal with a few words.

"Stop disturbing you, keep playing, remember, I will cover you."

Denise was amused by Song Ya very much, she also had a face in front of the little girls, and said goodbye cheerfully.

"Ugh!"

Song Ya fooled them away,

"Has a battle happened here just now?"

Soon the teacher came. It was a physical education teacher who taught small balls. A middle-aged white man who likes to put a sweater on his shoulders and then tie a knot on his chest with two sleeves. When he came over, he had something to say. I really went to sue the teacher.

"Nothing, they are joking," Song Ya replied.

"Humph."

The physical education teacher threw him a pamphlet, "There is a youth squash game in February. You represent our school to participate."

"I play squash just to avoid being clean!" Song Ya secretly complained, looked down at the time, and returned the booklet to the teacher, "I may not be able to go."

"You have to go! I know you performed well in school, but you are obliged to win honor for the school when you join a sports club, otherwise I can deduct your credits, and I don't care if you are a singer or not." The physical education teacher threatened severely.

"I really can't go."

"Humph, can't you deduct credits?"

"Don't deduct my credits, teacher, I really can't go..."

"Did you have anything important that day?"

"I'm going to participate in the Grammys!"

"Gry...beautiful?"

"Yeah! Grammy Awards Ceremony!"

Okay, the teacher is reasonable. Song Ya kept his credits. He raised his collar, curled his neck and went to the parking lot like a thief to play the F150 back to the A+ record.

In the control room, Dile was discussing sampling plans with the hired musicians. The musicians brought a few girls, and they sat on the sofa together, holding wine glasses, and chatting with each other.It seems that the wine cabinet in the control room has also been set up. Fortunately, under Song Ya's firm control, there will be no unpleasant smell of leaves.

Al was pulled by the big A to do a radio show, and the two of them were talking in the studio.

"Why here is more and more like old Joe's music..."

Song Ya mumbled and walked into the office, Song Asheng was already waiting inside with an old Chinese man.

"Boss..." He pointed to the watch and signaled that Song Ya was late.

"Oh! I forgot about it."

Song Ya patted his forehead and remembered that today he had an appointment with a tailor to come to measure her size. This old man was introduced by Song Asheng. It is said that he is a very powerful Ningbo Red Gang tailor who has been in the United States for decades.

"The boss of this dress will be worn to participate in the Grammys, don't care how much it costs, do it better, know what to do?"

Song Asheng was nagging on the sidelines, and the old man just agreed.

Song Ya stood up straight and asked him to measure various parts of his body, holding a cloth sample in his hand, and picking the most secure dark color.

Grammys are not dressed as Oscars, and singers are generally at the forefront of trends. Columbia Records suggests that the dress selection at the awards ceremony is more fashionable than formal. Song Ya intends to change to a more expensive version of the long-focused version according to the usual dress. Yes, you don't need to be on stage anyway.But the celebration reception afterwards is different. Formal attire is generally required. The more formal the better, the formal dress is fine, and the tuxedo is better.

Even if the tuxedo is unacceptable according to Song Ya's aesthetics, a dress is better.

Mariah Carey won five nominations and live performance opportunities. If not surprisingly, the best rookie singer is safe. Other awards are based on luck. The public relations ability of Columbia Records is actually more important.

"The Grammy awards will be presented on February 20th. You must at least deliver the goods before the 15th." Song Ya sent the tailor and Song Asheng out and exhorted.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

The two left.

The girls brought by the musicians should have seen themselves. One of them used the excuse to go to the bathroom and hit Song Ya who was about to return to the office when she went out.

"Sorry, are you okay...Wow, are you APLUS? I..."

The other party pretended to look alike, but Song Ya was already a veteran, "It's okay." Before the other party finished speaking, he politely walked back to the office and closed the door.

Sweeping the manager's business card on the table into the drawer, and throwing all the singer's resume into the shredder, "Our work is efficient, tut..." He turned on the record player contentedly and practiced singing for the performance on the late night show. .