Chicago 1990

"Thank you for coming! I will announce the final candidate separately!"

When the dancers were almost enjoying themselves, Dile stopped the music and announced aloud with open hands.

Song Ya hid in the office and waited for everyone to leave in twos and threes before showing up. Several people helped Mavota put the equipment they had brought back into the car. "Dila, I have a new idea again. Let's go back to the studio."

He can’t wait. The eighth apocalypse song show me the money is not great compared to other apocalypse songs, but it is simpler in accompaniment, not difficult to sing, production speed should be very fast, and it seems to be a movie soundtrack, even the official mv No, he plans not to release a single like feel it still, and put it into a future album after recording.

"The trumpet song is still recording the accompaniment stage..." Dile reminded.

"The two songs are not released in a hurry. Remember the name and empire state of mind have to be promoted for a while, but I will record them first when I have free time now."

The song on the trumpet is more complicated. Song Ya is going to get Sony Columbia Records for later stage, and this show me the money he intends to be the first single produced entirely by a+ records independently.

Several people returned to the a+ record, a team of trumpeters were practicing in the studio, and Andrew and Henry sat unchanged in front of the computer in the control room.

"Hey, aplus!"

The trumpeters saw Song Ya stop playing, "We are almost done, just waiting for you!"

"Ok!"

The trumpet is his unique skill. According to his expectation, if there is a chance for live performances in the future, he can take the trumpet to show off on stage, so he must participate in the accompaniment recording stage.

"Da da, da da da da, da da..."

He took out his trumpet from the office, and twisted it into the studio as he played it. The music didn't need extra language. The trumpeters adjusted for a while and quickly joined in at his rhythm.

"Very good, I'll do it again later, pay attention..."

Di Lai supervised the corrections over and over again. The cheerful music can really immerse people in it. The trumpeters were a little cautious at first, and some people would deliberately flatter Song Ya, but after three or five times, everyone's mood gradually increased. , You have some problems with the sound processing. I just missed a beat and so on. Everything revolves around music, and the discussion is very pure.

This team of trumpeters was hired from the top local symphony orchestra in Chicago. They are much higher than Song Ya, the principal of the middle school orchestra. Of course, there is nothing to do with them in future publicity. Song Ya’s trumpeter experience and participation in the accompaniment It is a selling point and must be highlighted.

"See you tomorrow." After a few hours passed unconsciously, the recording ended, and Song Ya sent the trumpeters out of the studio.

"Hayden?" He saw Hayden waiting outside, "Why are you back so soon?"

"Let's go to the office and say." Hayden pulled him into the office, took out a video tape and stuffed it into the VCR.

"what happened?"

It was the logo of a small local TV station in New York. Song Ya saw a street scene, and it was shaking, as if the cameraman was running, and then intercepted Mariah Carey who had just gone out at the door of a building. There were many The reporter was there, the camera was aimed at her from the top of the bodyguard's shoulder, "Hey, Miss Kelly, is it convenient for you to answer questions about your sister?" a reporter asked.

Mariah Carey, wearing sunglasses, immediately stretched out her hand to cover her face, and walked to the car without saying a word, "I heard that your sister's current life is very embarrassing and she didn't get a little care of you. Is that true?" Reporter Not forgiving.

"This is not true!" the female assistant next to her helped to respond.

"Then what are the facts?" the reporters asked.

The female assistant didn't reply, and got into the car with Mariah Carey, freed herself from the chase of the reporters, and walked away.

"That's it?"

Song Ya didn't understand, "Is there anything abnormal in this matter?"

"Very abnormal."

Hayden changed the tape again. It was the interview scene where Mariah Carey sang the last time. "Look at the background of the scene." He prompted.

The background is a bookshelf. Judging from the furnishings and books on the shelf, it is at least a middle-class family in the United States.

"So? Her sister's family conditions are obviously good. What those reporters said about life distress is completely nonsense." Song Ya asked.

"That's not her home, it should be recorded on the TV..." Hayden rewinded and then freezes the picture, pointing to a small trophy on the bookshelf, "Look, her father is an engineer, and there can be no news awards like this at home. Trophy."

"Can you stop selling it?" Song Ya was confused by him.

Hayden smiled slightly and took a tabloid out of his pocket.

Song Ya pulled over from him impatiently and looked through it. It vividly described how difficult her sister was. She asked Mariah Carey several times to get no response, and then hinted that her sister started to run a flesh business for the sake of life.

Hayden turned on the radio again, and the radio dj inside was talking about it, "After the celebrity becomes famous, it doesn’t matter if there are too many family members, but it’s really rare to be as decisive as Mariah Carey. This new diva leader The album is still at the top of the Billboard album sales charts. How much money did she make? But she was so stingy that she didn't give a dime to her biological sister, and watched her fall because of life..."

"Wtf..." Song Yaxin said when Amelica valued family affection so much, especially when the black-mouthed dj uttered this kind of words righteously, which made people feel funny.

"Is it abnormal?"

Hayden changed another station. The black dj inside was also talking about this, and his point of view was even more bizarre. "Mariah Carey is white. I repeat. After her parents divorced, she was educated and raised by a white mother. She is also white. She doesn't want to have any associations with black fathers. It's normal for the sisters who grew up with her father to not get her care..."

"In the beginning, the hype about her sister's singing voice attracted the public's attention. Then yesterday, she broke the news that her sister was living in distress. Today, new news broke out one after another and pointed at Mariah Carey's character problems. This is the standard. Combining with all the local small TV stations, tabloids, and radio stations involved in the smearing process, there is no affiliation between them, but they have cooperated so tacitly. There must be a master behind it that is directing everything.” Hayden said: “It is getting worse now. "

"What does this kind of thing have to do with me? She is so popular. It's normal for someone to want to pull her off the diva position. Motura should be able to handle it. He is so powerful."

Song Ya asked him, "Did the real estate agent in Tribeca help me find it?"

"Of course, the most indispensable thing in the U.S. is real estate agents." Hayden turned off the radio. "This matter definitely has something to do with you. You will be on stage with her in a few days. There will be reporters who will try to get you. Express your stance. Sony Columbia is still silent on this matter. You'd better call there to discuss a unified approach."

"Don't you just tell me that the point is over? Go around in such a big circle."

Song Ya picked up the phone and dialed, "Hey, Walter..."

"Everything for me is going well, I watched the news, Miss Kelly..."

"Yes, what should I say?"

After a few words he hung up, "Walter told me to refuse to answer related questions." He said to Hayden, after thinking about it, he dialed Mariah Carey's number.

"Hello." The voice over the microphone was very tired.

"I watched the news, and my agent told me..."

Halfway through Song Ya, Mariah Carey started sobbing over there, "I gave her money, I swear I did..." She cried aggrievedly like a little girl, "Why would she have to talk to her? Someone partnered to harm me..."

"Mary!" Motula's stern voice suddenly heard next to her, "I didn't tell you, don't answer the phone by the way! Don't talk about it!"

"It's aplus! Can't I answer my friend's phone?" Mariah Carey protested.

There was a noise in the microphone, and the mobile phone was taken by Motula, "aplus, don't respond to any questions about this matter to the media."

"I know, I talked to Walter." Song Ya replied.

"Ok, when I find out who is behind the ghost, I will never forgive him!"

Song Ya heard Motula speak in that sulky tone for the first time.

"By the way, don’t you have a good relationship with djs everywhere? Also help me find out whose benefits they receive. At present, this matter has a tendency to cause a nationwide discussion. We must first stop the djs’ mouths. …African djs made up nonsense to attract the audience, one by one!" Motura said.

"Isn't it?"

Song Ya didn’t think this was a big deal. “From the point of view of black people, shouldn’t black djs feel embarrassed in this matter? Their parents divorced, and Miss Kelly, who became a white mother, became a singer, and she followed her black father. My sister is reduced to relying on skin and flesh..."

"what?"

Motula paused, and seemed to be inspired, "Your angle... makes sense, we can... um... don't participate in this matter, remember, don't have any response to this matter."

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