Chicago 1990

It seems that the marriage in Eastern Europe is quite early, but Mira is definitely not mentioning this because of tradition, nor is she really thinking about spending her life with Song Ya, but because of rebellion, she now wants to get rid of Mrs. Jovovich very much. Of care.

Milla kept complaining that Mrs. Jovovich would not allow her to do this or that.

Leaning on the mirror and pretending to listen, Song Ya's thoughts floated to other places like a butterfly, "If I didn't give you that song, what would happen later?" He asked, "Your house was very difficult, right?"

"I don't know. At that time, my mother sold everything that could be sold, and almost made the last pearl necklace. It was given to her by my grandma..."

Mira recalled, “My dad called her twice in three days and asked her to go to Columbia Pictures to advance my pay. What can she do? Columbia Pictures was regretting signing me as the heroine at that time, and even played The thought of changing people, how could it be possible to agree to the advance payment. For a little money, we drove from Los Angeles to Chicago to participate in the MV shooting of your second-hand store, and then drove to New York, across the United States, just to save a few air tickets... "

Is it so miserable?It was the first time that Song Ya heard Mila mentioned the incident at that time. He remembered the travel bag that put clothes in the Brooklyn music classroom. It was because of that. Combining the car driven by the two and Hayden's information obtained from Hollywood, judged Only when their family is in distress, did they boldly make a move and dive...

Heh heh, he suppressed the guilt of being in danger, and he was considered the nobleman of his family. The villa in Los Angeles, and the house in the Upper East Side that Mrs. Jovovich had just thought about was all because of his song. Let Mira turn red.

"Actually, I have taken Revlon's commercials a long time ago, as well as Versace, Chanel..."

Mira continued: "When I was eleven or two years old, I didn’t understand anything at that time, so I kept wearing all kinds of clothes, taking pictures, taking pictures... I tried many ways to avoid taking pictures, and I was fighting my mother. Yong, lost his temper, and smashed things. Then suddenly one day, no one came to me to take pictures... Then there was a problem with my father's company. Instead, we both had to rush around and actively ask someone to give me a chance..."

"Aren't they all coming back now." Song Ya scratched her nose and comforted her softly: "You have more pictures now."

"Huh, I see through the snobbery of fashion circles, I hate them."

You said that you don't know the blessing in the blessing, Song Ya hugged her tightly, "Dear..."

"how?"

"Do you want to try looking in the mirror..."

"You! Disgusting! Disrupt the atmosphere! There are all these dirty things in my mind!"

New York~

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothing you can't do

now you're in New York~

The next day, Song Ya reappeared in the studio, full of energy, Mariah Carey rolled her eyes at him in the studio.

"Miss Kelly, I said, don't add changes without authorization!"

He pressed the intercom and shouted commands into the microphone.

She also used the middle finger.

"..." Song Ya replaced the accompaniment with the version sung by Donnie Breston, and then lay down comfortably on the control room sofa.

She immediately took off the headset and rushed out angrily, "What do you mean?!"

"You are doing this, I might as well go back to Tang Ni." Song Ya made an indifferent expression.

She glared at Song Ya first, turned around and took out the phone from her bag, and while walking out, she dialed, "Tommy..."

After about ten minutes, Walt pushed her back from the outside, "It's all young people, and the dispute over art restricts it to art.

"I apologize to you, Miss Kelly." Song Ya shrugged.

"Huh!" Mariah Carey embraced her arms, pouting her head and staring at the ceiling.

"You just let APLUS..." Walter turned around to coax her again, "He is five years younger than you, so he should be regarded as a younger brother. He is naive, so you can't be as naive as him."

"I'm not in the mood to record today!" Mariah Carey took out the record from the turntable and threw it directly into the trash can.

"Then I will record my own." Song Ya put back the accompaniment tape and walked into the recording studio, "I grew up in Chicago, and now I am walking in New York..."

With my eyes closed, I finished singing the first adapted lyrics very well, and found that Mariah Carey had quietly stood by her side somehow, picked up the microphone, "New York..."

"YES!" Song Ya inserted exactly to the beat.

"This concrete jungle made of dreams..."

"Yeah~" Song Ya murmured.

"You can do everything from now on..."

"YES!"

"Now you are in New York..."

"That's right! That's right!"

The two cooperated seamlessly this time, Mariah Carey compromised her singing, Song Ya also dedicated the best rap part.

"Wow!"

Walter's applause came in, "The effect is very, very good... I even want to make it the final version."

"Humph..." Mariah Carey hummed triumphantly, turned the back of her head to Song Ya, and twiddled her hair.

"How come one or two are arrogant..." Song Ya secretly vomited, "Isn't it good to be this way." He took the initiative to say: "Miss Kelly, I would like to have dinner tonight?"

"I'm tired of eating that French restaurant."

"Why don't you go to Chinatown and eat Chinese food?"

"Emmmm..."

"Then I book a seat."

"Bring us too!" Walter shouted outside.

In early April, Song Ya finished recording in Empire State of Mind and set foot on the NCAA Basketball Finals with Dile and Al.

In the United States, this game is even more concerned than the NBA Finals, and Sony Columbia will officially start the large-scale promotion of Remember The Name from here.

In midfield, both teams returned to the locker room.

The staff led the microphone cord into the center of the court.

"Are you ready?"

In the aisle, Song Ya looked at Dile and Al next to him. The two of them looked solemn. Dile kept jumping slightly, just like a boxer about to go on stage, and Al simply hit his cheek with his fist. Relieve stress.

"Don't be nervous, small scene." Song Ya has already experienced many battles and has seen a lot. As a veteran, he wants to comfort two'new people' instead.

"It's okay, I'm okay," the two replied.

"Check the monitor and earphones one last time." The three checked the monitors tied around their waists and the earphones plugging one ear.

"APLUS!" The host has already started to report.

The cheers of the audience exploded, "Dilai! Al! Remember The Name!"

A strong prelude sounded.

"Follow me, Let's go!" Song Ya took the microphone from the staff, took the A+ tag on his chest and kissed it, stepped on the beat and rushed into the arena, flipping the microphone switch with his finger, "You ready? "

He raised it with one hand and turned around 360 degrees, as if to greet all the audience.

"Ready!"

There was no large-scale publicity for this song, and the popularity of the song was not high. Only part of the audience responded loudly.

"Let's go!"