Chicago 1990

'Boom!Bang!'

Song Ya sweats like rain, the school squash hall seems to be opened for him, and his skills are advancing by leaps and bounds. The three male classmates of the original club are already unbearable to be abused and transferred to the group. So here has become his solitary temple. He believes that this exercise will greatly help him keep his head clear and calm.

"Hi."

Fergie leaned against the door to say hello.

"Hayden didn't tell you? Don't touch me in school." Putting down the racket, he gave her a cold look.

The girl tied a ponytail today. The school cheerleader’s short pleated skirt and semi-tight long-sleeved T-shirt modified her body curve perfectly, especially the heavy chest, which made Song Ya start to imagine her jumping with the cheerleading team. Time scene.

Wait, that's not right!The cheerleaders girls of American schools are usually the back gardens of football, basketball, baseball and other club boys. I paid her to recruit her not to give others a treat. "The cheerleading team will be returned tomorrow. It is clearly stipulated in your contract. To maintain dance training, do not participate in other dangerous sports that may cause injury."

"Is cheerleading a dangerous sport?" Fergie pursed her lips. "I just passed the interview. I am still the main cheerleader in the school in Los Angeles."

"Why doesn't it count, or you want me to talk to your sister?"

In the U.S. and regions affected by U.S. culture, cheerleaders generally do dangerous moves such as somersaults, throws up, and turns in the air, and the amount of training is still large.

"No, I just retire." Fergie gave in, "Can you accompany me to the stylist later?" She noticed Song Ya's focus and stood proudly.

Song Ya frowned, "You think too much, I'll let Hayden talk to you later."

All are white girls from child stars. The short girl in front of me is much more difficult to deal with than the clumsy Mira, but this is also good, Song Ya likes to try different flavors.

Speaking of taste, on the badminton court outside the door, the figure of the obedient girl Cassidy appeared in Song Ya's field of vision somehow. She was waving her racket absently, staring at herself and Fergie from time to time.

Hey...Isn't it none of your business?

Looking straight ahead and looking at her, the good girl quickly turned her face away.

Song Yaxing came and decided to change the gameplay. There was not much ink. He took out a check from the corner bag and shook it to Fergie, "This is your outfit fee. I have already said hello to the stylist. She will take it to your mall later."

"Wow." Fergie saw the number 3000 on the check, his eyes lighted up, "Boss, you are the most handsome!"

The check was issued by A+ Records. Not only Fergie, but also his own and Dilleair’s installation fees, F150 purchases, and even some out-of-home and family expenses, all went to A+ Records.

Song Ya hooked her finger at her with the check.

Fergie hesitated for a few seconds before walking in from the door.

Song Ya suddenly raised her hand, letting her outstretched hand take it.

"Uh..." Fergie stopped in the air, squeezing out an awkward smile, "Boss?"

"What's the hurry, the check is all done, and it can't fly away." Song Ya smiled meaningfully and stuffed the check along her neckline.

"You are harassment..." The girl blushed.

"Yes." Song Ya confessed shamelessly this time, put his mouth close to her ear, and said softly: "Otherwise why do you think I signed you?"

He noticed that the girl wanted to dodge, he put his arm around her waist domineeringly, and directly pulled the person into his arms.

Fergie let out an exclamation, and Song Ya could finally feel the softness and comfort of that pair of shares...

She twisted her body uncomfortably, her breathing getting heavier and heavier, but this way, Song Ya’s experience was even better. He held the girl’s chin with his other hand, raised her head, and looked at him. relatively.

The girl went from flushing to the base of her neck and back ears,

"I didn't expect you to be so inexperienced, material girl."

Song Ya laughed secretly, scraped her thumb on the cute ditch of her chin, then aimed at her red lips and kissed it directly.

The girl leaned on him limply, and after ten seconds, she passively let go of her teeth and closed her eyes.

After a long time, the lips parted slowly, and the girl was a little bit reluctant. She subconsciously stood on her tiptoes and thought about enough. When she realized that she hadn't reached it, she opened her eyes slightly, and found that she was being looked at by Song Ya with a smile. Ya's chest, "You are necrotic."

"All right."

Taking care of the food, Song Ya was not in a hurry to eat, pointing to the watch on his wrist, "You should go to the stylist."

"Hmm..." The girl buried her head in his arms again, not wanting to leave.

"obedient."

Song Ya pushed Fergie to the door and met Cassidi's eyes again, "Observe, go." He deliberately reached under the pleated skirt and squeezed her ass.

"Oh!"

It wasn't Fergie who called, Cassiti forgot to swing, and the flying badminton hit her forehead...

"Ooh woo I'm a rebel just for kicks now, I been feeling it since 1966 now......"

Returning to the recording studio, Song Ya continued to record songs. Picking up girls was just a seasoning, and music was his main business. He distinguished this very clearly.

"Uh...APLUS."

Dile's voice sounded, "Did you handle it too cheerfully here?"

"Happy? Is there?"

"Yes, you seem to be in a good mood today. Have you encountered any good things?" Dile asked with a smile.

"Hehe, no, let's continue."

"Ok, pay attention..."

"I know I know."

The recording of this song is progressing very quickly. Due to the technical difficulty of the addition of Andrew and Henry and the use of some new equipment, it can almost achieve more than half of the effect of the Columbia Record Studio. Song Ya estimates that it will be completed in a few days. The very high-degree version went to New York, and then quickly launched into the market to catch up with the last train of this wave.

Unknowingly, it was almost early in the morning, "Let’s come here today." Song Ya felt a little tired. This song is really tiring to sing in a half-truth voice. Fortunately, he is only ten years old. At six years old, vocal cords are easier to perform this type of singing than adult singers.

"Why are you here? Where's your sister?" Song Ya pushed open the door of the recording studio and saw Fergie standing outside waiting for him.

"Dangdangdang..." Fergie turned around and showed off her newly bought clothes. A black blouse with slanted shoulders showed her a fragrant shoulder, and a pair of low-rise jeans under her flat belly. The tight cut showed her amazing curves.

"Look, see..." She put on a few more poses, and let Song Ya look at her earrings and belt buckles. The shapes are all pompous and shiny that blacks like.

The brands of these clothes belong to the light luxury category in the United States. Compared to the current Song Ya, they are not expensive. This is what he asked the stylist specially when he asked the stylist. Otherwise, a material girl like Ren Fei can buy it at will, 3000 The knife can never stop.

"Yes, don't wear that kind of butterfly sleeves anymore, and separate your style from the country and adult lyric female singers."

The personal vocal coaches, stylists and dance classes Song Ya found for her are all black women, who follow the hip-hop style. If possible, he plans to transform Fergie into a female hip-hop singer.This is also purposeful. The future songs he gets from Apocalypse, especially rap songs like second-hand stores, are very "lively" in handling, that is, he likes to add all kinds of inexplicable "calls" in this era. For example, at the end of a sentence that he sang, he helped to shout "Yeah" or something. Based on the above considerations, he planned to let Fergie join in at an appropriate time to sing that part of the female voice.

Dile, Andrew and the others packed up in silence and left one after another.

"The money is spent on this set?" Song Ya asked.

"Dangdangdangdang!" Fergie was also very happy today. She jumped to the recording room again and showed Song Ya a lot of clothes she brought. She also got a mobile hanger like the one used by the crew, and it was all full.

"You brought it up alone?" Song Ya exclaimed.

"Of course not, I asked Marvota to help." Fergie pulled open the transparent plastic outside of a dress. "I still like this one, um, and this one." She twittered with joy.

"Why don't you wear them to me, just like the costume show when Julia Roberts buys clothes in Pretty Lady."

"Yeah."

"Come to my office."

He helped Fergie enter the office by pushing the clothes rack, and then the two went to the sofa...