Chicago 1990

The Hollywood equipment and personnel were quickly in place. Zach Schneider, the photographer and his assistants nestled in the F150's trailer, driving a huge film camera, slowly sliding across the streets of South City after ten o'clock.

"It's a bit unstable..."

When the car stopped, Song Ya in the front passenger seat opened the door and got out of the car. He heard the photographer mutter to the monitor.

"Then do it again, APLUS, can you pick a section with better road conditions?" Zach Schneider asked.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if it's unstable, it can be a little documentary style..."

Song Ya got in the car again and said to Dila who was driving: "Go back and walk again, slow and steady, but be careful not to violate the traffic rules."

Dile turned the car around.

After the second time, Song Ya asked Dilai to drive the car directly to the door of the underground nightclub.

The crew has already set up the equipment. Some of the'relationship households' who learned of MV shooting through various channels are scattered on the street. Most of them are black, with many boys and few girls. At night when the lights are dimly lit, they can see the darkness. People who didn't know thought that the gang was assembled. Old Joe and a few Hell Bobcats' flower headbands were leaning against the corner and chatting, by the way, they were chatting.

"Hey! APLUS!"

Eric, who had mixed with Song Ya, handed over a large stack of documents, "I listened to your new song, really, it's too X, it's awesome!"

"Thank you." Song Ya casually flipped through these portrait authorization documents, "Have you signed all of them?"

"Almost, but people come and go here..." Eric replied.

Song Ya knew that the black people at the bottom didn't care much about this kind of right, and it was a formality to sign or not. Just as AK told himself before, no one cares about these small details.

"Well, thanks, Eric." Song Ya fisted him.

"I knew I would continue to mix with you... I'm so fucking regretful." Eric whispered with his back to the others: "There will be such good things coming to me in the future. I think I can sing better than Dile."

"Haha, no problem bro."

Song Ya casually responded, threw the file into the car, and went to find Old Joe, "Old Joe, I'm all on your behalf."

"no problem."

"Starting!" Old Joe shouted when he stood in front of the crowd, and Song Ya pushed Zach Schneider in front of him, "This is the director. I'll be damn clever later, let you do whatever you want!" Pointing to Zach Schneider and shouted.

"Everyone, let's take a panorama first... don't look at the camera." Zach Schneider went busy.

"The new song is very good, why not increase the publicity? Boy, this song is much better than your last sissy."

Old Qiao hugged Song Ya and walked back to the corner, "Is Columbia treating you badly?"

"No, it's okay." Song Ya shrugged. He didn't want to talk to Old Joe too much about Sony Columbia Records. "There will be your scene later, right? I asked Zac to feature you."

"Yeah." Old Joe pointed to the elongated Lincoln parked on the street. "I'll be in the mirror with it later."

"You decide."

Zach Schneider took more than an hour to shoot, and quickly finished the group performance and close-ups of Lao Qiao and others, and added some shots of nearby buildings and scenery.

"It's my turn." Song Ya bid farewell to Lao Qiao, took out the Bulls red and black hat and put it on the wrong side. He changed to a new black short-sleeved T-shirt with the usual Chinese characters on his chest, thick. There are a lot of gold chain and A+ rhinestone tag.

Zach Schneider began to direct his subordinates to sit down and prepare, and then took Song Ya and the photographer to rehearse the route several times, "!" Following his order, Dile pressed the recorder button on the car, and the remember the name prelude sounded .

Song Ya stepped forward, while following the music lip-synching, while occasionally learning from the original singer, making hip-hop gestures, while still keeping his eyes on the camera.

"Card! Do it again!"

Zach Schneider looked at the monitor and ordered.

In front of so many people, the director must be respected. Song Ya returned to the original position, and Dile played the accompaniment again...

In the last shot, the photographer followed Song Ya all the way into the door of the underground nightclub. From then on, the rest of the MV will be transferred to the A+ record for shooting. Zach Schneider will use editing techniques to keep the MV from losing continuity.

I was busy until the early hours of the morning, ending the shooting outside the underground nightclub. The next day, Song Ya held a party at A+ Records.

The place for A+ Records is too small. Song Ya asked Goodman to get the owner of the building and rented half of the public space on the fourth floor from him. It was still at night. After all, there were other companies working here during the day.

"YO!" They both share a big A. He and his little brother both deliberately stunned them. "When will the shooting start?" He rubbed his hands excitedly, looking like he couldn't wait, "I'll find it today. There are not many girls, you said you don’t want too many people."

"Thanks, no way, the place here is too small." Song Ya fisted him, "Wait a moment, I will notify you when the filming starts."

He first walked to the public space rented on the fourth floor. The professional service company he had worked with last time had already set up the bar. Many men and women were drinking and hooking up. When Song Ya came in, the crowd was agitated.

"Hey, APLUS!"

"Hi~"

Everyone greeted him enthusiastically.

"Is the wine still satisfied?" Song Ya chatted with them, "What should I do when I start shooting, don't look at the camera, OK?"

After getting a satisfactory answer, he walked to the A+ record. Whether it was Big A’s radio station or his own record company, they were full of people, each holding their wine glasses and gently twisting their bodies with the music, seeing him, the same The greetings keep on.

Song Ya kept repeating the instructions just now, but there was no other way. He praised Haikou from the producer. When the time comes, the film will be used too much and the budget will be exceeded. Everyone will not look good.

"Andrew, Henry!" He walked into the control room, and the two technical houses were calm. They were still sitting in front of the computer and discussing something at this time. "Have you read the desk?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he said: "We will come in and shake hands with you when the shooting starts..." He stretched out his hand, "It's not this kind of handshake, it's this way." Teach the two of them to shake hands in a way that resembles a black wrist wrench. , "You look at the computer screen and pretend to be busy, wait until I stretch out your hand and then look back and smile and shake hands. Do you remember this handshake?"

"We are indeed busy." Andrew laughed.

"Let's take a break, today is the body." Song Ya also smiled.

After communicating with the two, he walked outside his office. The original furnishings in the small space were moved into the office and piled up. The billiard table in Big A was placed against the wall. Several men and women were playing. Playing billiards.

"Fergie, you..." Song Ya was very satisfied with their concentration, and the corner of her eye swept to Fergie who was standing in front of the arcade playing Pacman. He walked over, and Fergie's sister was holding a wine glass and watching.

"How do you dress like this?" he asked the two of them dissatisfied.

Fergie wore a polka-dot butterfly sleeve shirt today, while his sister Dana still wore her at home, with an old-fashioned light green thin coat outside.

"You ask her." Fergie twisted the joystick with a face of displeasure, and replied quietly, seemingly dissatisfied with her current dress.

"What are you doing?" Song Ya shook the coat of this nearly 30-year-old ordinary woman. "Are you from the US? This is a body, you two wear this and wait for me to shoot my MV? Look at other people..." He pointed to the girls playing billiards over there. All of them were gorgeous. One girl’s short skirt was so short that whenever she leaned down to hit the ball, people behind could clearly see the inside. Briefs.

"She's still young..." Dana said without confidence.

"You don't wear it like this. I don't believe that you didn't see a party there in Hollywood? Go and change it!" Song Ya said sternly, "I still have time. I'll wait for you."

Dana couldn't help but walked out holding Fergie's hand.

"Don't make me dissatisfied anymore!" Song Ya shouted to their backs: "Otherwise, Fergie don't want to live with me!"

Fergie turned her head behind her sister, smirking and winking at Song Ya.

"Boss." Mavota found Song Ya, holding a extinguished leaf roll in his hand, "Someone secretly smoked this in the bathroom."

"FXXX!" Song Ya rushed to the bathroom, where a young black man was cursing.

"I'm a clean body! Haven't I notified?"

Song Ya yelled against his forehead, and the other party soon stunned, lowering his head and dodge his gaze uncomfortably.

Song Ya stretched his hand directly into his pocket, found another small bag, and threw it into the toilet along with the "captured" of Mavota, "Don't mess with me, I don't want to watch it again when the MV starts. To anyone to take out this!"

After doing all of this by himself, Song Ya finally settled down a bit and informed Zach Schneider that the shooting could start on time.

Not long after, Sister Fergie also came back. Her sister wore a slightly conservative evening gown, but it was okay. Fergie was a low-cut short one-piece dress. In order to compensate for her height, she stepped on a pair of high heels. High heels, more and more highlight the sexy figure beyond the age.It's a pity that there is still a thin shirt underneath, and she still pouting her mouth unsatisfactorily, asking Song Ya with a bitter face for help.

"Go into my office and take off this one inside." Song Ya went over and said directly.

"Mr. APLUS." Dana protested in a low voice.

"There is no need to add Mr. Dana behind APLUS, Dana, singers, especially female singers have always been at the forefront of fashion. I don't want people to say that my record company can't even package the artists. The MV will be released in the future. , Would you like to see the entertainment tabloid mocking Fergie’s rusticity? And I’m actually not satisfied with this short skirt. Even today, I’ll find an image designer to buy a few sets for her.” Song Yayi sternly learned. The other party took out the office key from his pocket and handed it to Fergie, "Go inside and change it."

"Thank you." Fergie took the key and trot into the office happily.

It didn't take long before she appeared in front of Song Ya again, the white mountains towering under her low-cut skirt, being pushed out of a deep gully.

"That's right."

Song Ya satisfactorily accepted the key she returned, gestured outside to give Zach Schneider a thumbs up when he was ready, and slapped a few chins vigorously, "Everyboby!" attracted everyone's attention, "remember the name! The MV shooting has officially started!"