Chicago 1990

"What is this for?"

Song Ya saw Roberto Clever entering the door with a three-person camera crew behind him. One person stepped forward and put the light meter next to his face, and the one carrying the camera pointed at him directly.

"We are going to make a short film, just record the daily clips of you and Miss Kelly rehearsing and recording the empire state of mind, which will be used in the promotion of the two versions of this song in the future."

Roberto Clerville smiled and handed Song Ya an authorization document, "There is no script yet, do your own thing first, and don't look at the camera. In short, forget their existence and what should you do. Of course, Always pay attention to words and deeds and public image."

Song Ya took a look at the file. About the rehearsal these days, there will be a camera crew to follow up and authorize the images to be used in the documentary video of the "Chemical Reaction between Mariah Carey and Aplus". Now his position is not as good as Mariah Carey. This is to your advantage.

"No problem." Hayden also finished reading the file. "Always pay attention to the green light on the camera, and you must avoid the camera when you call or chat in private." He reminded.

Song Ya took out a pen to sign the name.

"Ok, let's go there, Miss Kelly is very tight, and she still has a new special promotion to run."

Roberto Clerville took the lead, "Congratulations on your number one on the bulletin board, aplus."

Song Ya followed up: "Thank you, thanks to you and..."

"Huh huh." Roberto Clever interrupted him, motioning to the camera behind the two.

When promoting singers, they will try to minimize the influence of the record companies and powerful figures in the recording industry behind them, and focus the audience's attention on the singer himself and the song, which is beneficial to both individuals and the company.

"It's okay, let's record it again." The cameraman said.

"Congratulations on your first place on the bulletin board, aplus, how do you feel?"

"Thank you, Roberto, unbelievable, do you know? I only have one word in my heart now, unbelievable, haha."

The two entered the elevator with a smile and laughed. Standing on one side, the camera crew and Hayden packed their equipment on the other half like canned sardines to ensure that only the two people chatted easily.

"Huh? Wait, don't shoot yet."

When they came to the gate of the rehearsal venue, about four or five people were gathering there to talk quietly. The atmosphere was a bit abnormal. Roberto Clerville hurriedly stopped the film crew, "What's the matter?" He asked loudly.

Someone rushed inside.

Song Ya followed him into the rehearsal venue. Mariah Carey was sitting on the sofa for resting, and she lowered her head and wiped her eyes with a tissue. The female assistant was beside her to comfort her, while Walter embraced her hands and looked sad. People walked up and down.

The Steinway pianos and musical instruments in the center of the venue are quietly placed, and the pianist and musicians should be those outside.

"Uh, Roberto, aplus..." Walt saw the two of them and said, "Miss Kelly is a little uncomfortable today. Let's stop the rehearsal for a day."

Roberto pointed to the watch, indicating that the time was in a hurry.

"I know, take a day off." Walter insisted.

Everyone had a holiday on the spot, and Song Ya gave Roberto Clerville the demo of the'trumpet' and the nasty rap clips recorded in the promotional itinerary, and asked him to take him back to study the single release strategy and whether to sign with nas.

"Suddenly one day on holiday, I don't know what to do."

He and Hayden stepped out of the record headquarters, "Help to figure out what happened to Mariah Carey. According to her personality, if she quarreled with Motula, she shouldn't delay rehearsal."

"Understood." Hayden agreed and said with a smile: "You should also take a good rest. Since I met you, I feel that you have always been busy."

"Hey, there's no way, there seems to be something we can't finish..."

The reporters here are far less focused on Song Ya than they are in Los Angeles. He picked up his mobile phone and there was no one available for a while. Fergie was in Atlanta, Mila was in Los Angeles, and Hallie was in Los Angeles. She sought a supporting role and became popular. The actor Bruce Willy’s new big production film does not have many scenes. I heard that she is a vase character, but she is very good. She has already entered the group and the film is set at the end of this year.

"It seems that I don't need my help, Halle."

Song Ya smiled and shook his head. It is very rare for a black actress to be able to act as a vase in a major production. Although she is a mixed race, it at least shows that the Hollywood aesthetic accepts her.Two of Bruce Willy's Die Hard and Powerful brought more than 300 million box offices worldwide to Fox Pictures. They are very scary human-shaped money printing machines.

An acquaintance in New York...

NAS is currently undecided to sign, Song Ya does not want to contact him for the time being, let alone Lori.

Staring at the phone in a daze, suddenly Hayden's phone rang first.

"Uh……"

Hayden had a confused expression on his face after answering the phone, "Ms. Fleming, the editor-in-chief of American Music Magazine, wants to talk to you, at her house."

"What?" Song Ya Negro asked, "Didn't you just go to abc to make an inquiry a day or two ago? Why did the editor of the magazine ask me so quickly? And we only make an inquiry, until abc will disclose the news to the magazine to be sold. Editor in chief?"

"Maybe she wants to make a deal with you?" Hayden guessed, "With the help of the magazine editor, our acquisition will go smoothly."

"But I was going to fire her when the acquisition was completed!" Song Ya didn't want to leave an old fellow who can't change his tastes and continue to control the position of editor-in-chief to lose money.

"Let’s meet first anyway, Ms. Fleming seems to be a little influential in the circle, and she is the daughter of the famous novelist Berry Fleming, the one who wrote "The Assault of Colonel Effenham."

"Ok."

The two drove straight to the Upper East Side, and according to the address, they found Ms. Fleming's villa, a delicate two-story building.

"Is this the noble villa in the legendary Upper East Side? It's not as big as my house in Chicago..."

Song Ya complained before getting off the car.

"But it's much more expensive than your house, and it's hard to live in if you have money." Hayden attacked him. "I heard that Revlon's boss wanted to move into this community but was rejected by the council.

"Nonsense?"

"Really... well, I heard."

Hayden rang the doorbell, and a Hispanic maid opened the garden door and asked with a professional smile: "Is it Mr. Hayden? And Mr. Song?"

After getting an affirmative answer, the two were introduced into the villa, through the small and exquisite garden, and along the stone path, the two entered the villa.

The furnishings in the homes of the old money class may feel very low-key at first, but the details reveal a luxury filtered by time. All furnishings and objects can hardly see traces of modern industry. Song Ya only recognizes The light is Tiffany's. No other brand can be recognized. Maybe there is no brand at all.

He Hayden was led to sit down in the reception room on the first floor. Behind it was a row of bookcases that reached the roof, which looked like antique books.

"Mr. Song? Congratulations on reaching the top of the Billboard Singles Chart..."

An old white lady with extraordinary temperament appeared in front of the two of them. Her skirt was the style that Jacqueline (Mrs. Kennedy) often wears. She proactively stretched out her hand, "I didn't expect you to be in New York, black tea?"

"Okay." The two stood up and shook hands with her again.

She sat diagonally across from the two of them gracefully, chatting casually about the weather, and waiting for the maid to bring up the black tea before she started talking about the business, "That's it, can you give up your bid for Amerika music?"

Song Ya didn't expect that the first sentence of the old lady came up so sharp, she almost spewed out a sip of tea in her mouth, "What?"

"I think Litman is a good candidate to take over. His investment in paper media is very systematic, and the business philosophy is the same as mine. You know, Amerika Music has been losing money, and his financial resources can be very affordable. , And I don’t need to worry about a major change in the way of business. If no one bids...I don’t know why a hip-hop star would notice such a niche magazine."

"Mr. Aplus likes this magazine very much." Hayden was also surprised, and he intervened and asked, "Does abc know about this? Would you let us give up the bid to harm the interests of abc?"

"Abc..."

Ms. Fleming smiled and slowly put the bone china teacup in her hand back on the coffee table. "This kind of company with a value of tens of billions of dollars is as complicated as a country. It is not necessarily based on business interests. As a priority, I have been the editor-in-chief of this magazine for more than 20 years, and ABC must also consider my opinion."

"Uh, Ms. Fleming, we haven't made an offer to abc. I wanted to wait for Litman's offer before..." Song Ya said.

"This magazine is not for you. I know that you young people must plan to follow the trend and add content that the general public likes in the magazine to increase sales, but our magazine's customer groups don't like this change. Although they are not large in number... and even the general public, they don’t necessarily like this magazine to change."

The old lady thought very clearly, "This magazine is like an opera, like a museum, like some useless but very artistic sculptures in the city. People never go to the opera or go to the museum, and they don’t even bother to look up when they pass by. Tall sculptures, but as long as these things are there, everyone will feel at ease, because they live in a very tasteful city."

"Uh……"

Song Ya was a little dizzy by a long series of talks, "Ms. Fleming, I am a very tasteful songwriter, while Litman is a thorough businessman. He has much more financial resources than me, even if I give up bidding. How much money can he save? If he is really determined to get it."

"You will definitely make the magazine change, and he won't." Ms. Fleming replied, looking at each other.

"Then what can we get? We can't do it in vain."

After working together for so long, Hayden also knew what Song Ya was thinking now, so he simply asked Song Ya what he wanted to ask.

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