Chicago 1990

Song Ya was very satisfied. The decision to sign Fergie was correct. No need to worry about meeting her needs, and she also had some soup.

When Feel? It? Still finished, he happily took the original crew to New York.

"Songs that are very ear-scratching can at least be ranked in the top three in the songs adapted to Please Mr. Postman, and the lyrics are also very suitable."

Walter took off his headphones, "Your singing skills have improved a lot, APLUS, compared to the period when I feel it coming."

I’ve been a singer for a few months, and this physical talent is not bad, and progress should be made. "Thank you for the compliment, Walter, I still plan to release this song as a single, and strive to be released as soon as possible."

Song Ya had already communicated with Motula on the phone before coming, and Walter would not be embarrassed. "You have to pay attention. The album has no plans, but the singles are released one after another. The large-scale promotion of Remember The Name has not yet started. The listing of this song will allocate a lot of resources." He has always said bluntly, "And we do not recommend publishing more than five singles for an album."

"I know, but you said just now, it's very suitable, isn't it?"

Song Ya said that this wave of enthusiasm has given him a lot of benefits. David Letterman's late night show made him more famous in Quanmi and his reputation. A series of affirmative activities showed up, all of which were free publicity at low cost, and singles. I have sold a lot more, don't rub white or rub.

Hua Fei nodded, "Mr. Motula explained that we have no problem here, everything is still according to the old rules."

"Thank you, Walter."

Song Yama non-stop led people into the Sony Columbia Records studio to start the production of the official version of Feel? It? Still. In the evening, he stayed in the same hotel in Mira.

The reporter's focus was on Los Angeles. Mira concentrated on recording songs at SBK, out of their sight for a while, and the privacy protection of the five-star hotel was relatively well done, and the two people's rooms were right across the door.

"I'm here." Song Ya dialed Mila's room phone.

"Come in, I have no one here, hehe." Mila said in a low voice, "I feel like we are spying."

Song Ya was unhappy, "Why didn't you come to me?"

"No, they just took a shower and they are all on the bed. I have nothing but the quilt..." Mila said softly.

"No, I won't go there." Song Ya firmly refused.

"Why!?" Mira immediately started a small temper, "We haven't seen each other for three months, but you won't even take a few more steps!"

"This is not a matter of taking a few steps, it is a matter of equality."

Song Ya said, "I have already delivered twice, remember? I told you that it must be your turn next time."

Mira was silent for a while, "Okay, okay, don't love me, hum! Stingy man!" She hung up.

Song Ya walked to the door and opened the door a little bit.

After half a minute, Mila, wrapped in a coat, tiptoed open the door.

Song Ya grabbed her hand, pulled her into her arms roughly, closed the door, and kissed her bitterly.

Putting the other hand into the coat, there really was nothing...

"I miss you so much." Mila's reaction was also fierce, and the two quickly hugged and fell to the bed.

There is no shortage of happy lives in both Chicago and New York. Song Ya maintained a happy mood. The recording work went very smoothly. A few days later, the official version of Feel? It? Still was completed and delivered to Columbia Records' publicity department.

He and Mira simply stayed home, venting the vigorous energy of the young people. The rooms were full of battlefields.

"You can do more than before." Mila was completely hugged in the air by Song Ya, with her arms around her lover's neck, her eyes were silky, her fair face flushed.

"I watch a lot of movies."

Song Ya kept panting. This posture worked perfectly with Fergie's kind of pony girls, but it was tiring to use it on a girl like Mila, who was a little over seventeen meters tall.

"Let's eat something, I'm hungry." Mila spoke to the dining table.

The five-star service is not covered, and the two stars are not short of money. The daily food and wine are extravagant. They are covered by exquisite plate covers and sent directly into the room by the waiter with a mobile cart.

"Okay." Song Ya hugged her to the dining table, and the two of them just picked and ate as they pleased, and after a while, they made a fuss with butter.

"Dididi, Dididi..." Mira was helping him clean up the cream when the beeper rang.

"Who, haven't you greeted them?" Mira grumbled.

"I'll check it out." Of course, Song Ya said hello, telling Hayden and the others not to disturb the two-person world between him and Mila. He walked over, and before he got the pager, the phone rang again.

"What's the matter?" The mobile phone has a higher priority, so he turned to get the mobile phone.

At this time Mira's cell phone rang, and then the phone in the guest room rang.

The two looked at each other, not feeling a trivial matter, and accelerated their movements, and both picked up their respective phones.

Hayden called from the cell phone. "Look at CUU!" he yelled from the phone.

Song Ya quickly turned on the TV, and CUU News is rebroadcasting the assault by a white police officer in Los Angeles.

Mila also hung up, "My agent is calling." She also got the same request.

Song Ya frowned. No, this is not a replay. The content played by CUU this time is about ten seconds longer than the previous version. In this new video, the assaulted black Rodney King has not only Obviously resisting arrest, and after being knocked down by a police officer's electric baton, he stood up again and rushed towards one of the police officers.

Then came the scene of the police officer's beating that aroused anger in the last version...

"OMG..." Mila put her head in her hands, "It's unbelievable. The whole country has been cheated?"

"FXXK!" Song Ya seemed to be splashed with cold water on his head, "FXXK!" He kept cursing, and kicked on the TV cabinet again. This new video has not only transformed his three weeks of jumping up and down into A joke will also affect...

"Not good!" He picked up the phone again, cut off Goodman's phone, and dialed Walt's number.

While waiting to answer, "Give me your clothes, my dear, you also put on your clothes and go back to your room. Let's call."

"Ok."

Mira can still tell the seriousness of the matter. She quickly found a few clothes and threw it over, then put on the clothes herself, opened the door gently, and looked out first, "Then I'll wait for your call." Then she trot. Fleeing back to his room.

"Hello, Walter, has the master tape been sent to the factory?"

After the phone was connected, Song Ya asked directly without any greetings.

"It was sent early, but I have called the factory and asked them to suspend the assembly line." Walter also got the news, "You come to the company as soon as possible, and we have a meeting."

"Ok."

Song Ya called Al's guest room again, "Al, are you and Dile here? You two immediately go to the parking lot and start the car and wait for me, don't show up in the hotel lobby."

He picked up the guest room landline that had been ringing again, "Hey! APLUS! What do you think of the CUU news?"

"who are you?"

"I'm from the Sun..."

'Snapped!'Song Ya hung up the phone and tore off the phone line at the back.

"FXXK!" While he was wearing his clothes, he called Goodman back.

"Have you seen CUU?"

"Have you seen CUU?"

The first sentence of the two was exactly the same, "Two paparazzi just got outside the A+ record door and were blocked by Mavota." Goodman said, "There may be more reporters coming later."

"Let Mavota continue to stop them, you go to say hello to Big A, and tell him not to talk nonsense at this time! Especially when it comes to me." Song Ya ordered.

"OK, don't worry too much. From the new video, the police officers have sufficient reasons to arrest Rodney King, but the subsequent assaults are still subject to questionable over-enforcement scope." Goodman said.

"Okay, thank you Chuck. When I have a meeting with Columbia Records, I will contact you later." Song Ya hung up the phone, rushed out the door, and took the elevator down to the underground parking garage. When the car stopped nearby, Al was spreading his arms and struggling to stop several reporters holding cameras.

"APLUS is out!"

"That's APLUS!"

"Hey! APLUS, just say a few words..."

Seeing him, the reporters looked like cats that smelled fishy smell. Al couldn't stop him. They broke through the line of defense and put the camera directly in front of Song Ya's face. The flashing light kept greeting him.

"What do you think of the new video released by CUU?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you are talking about." Song Ya wanted to get into the car. Unexpectedly, the clothes were caught by someone. Al rushed over and pushed the guy away. The two got into the car, Dile. As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the engine roared off the reporter and left.