Chicago 1990

In the afternoon of the next day, there was only one round short of being able to enter the semifinals and complete the credit achievement. The big score came to one to one. Song Ya in the rest area opened his mouth and breathed the air greedily like pulling a bellows. Mavota stood. In front of him, keep the towel fanned to cool him down.

"Pay attention to guarding your backhand area!" The physical education teacher passed a bottle of drink in one hand and passed the pure water first.

Song Ya casually poured pure water on his head, "To put it simply, the opponent is a left-handed, I am not used to playing." He took another bottle of Gatorade binge drinking.

"Reporter, here comes the reporter..." the physical education teacher reminded in a low voice.

A reporter walked to Song Ya's side, squatted and clicked on his body, and then began to change positions.

Song Ya sat upright, held up her chest, and tried her best not to appear so embarrassed.

"S!" Dany ribbon cheered him neatly with fans.

"APLUS, prepare." The staff came to remind.

Song Ya stood up and took off the soaked polo shirt, revealing his strong upper body and already somewhat similar abdominal muscles.

"Ah! Ah!" Denise and other female fans screamed.

"Backhand! The lower left corner!" The physical education teacher made the final instructions.

"I know, I know." Song Ya took out a clean jersey set from his gear bag, changed a new racket, waved to the audience, and stepped into the arena.

'Boom!'

Song Ya's serve was heavy, hit the wall hard, bounced back, and his opponent caught it with difficulty.

Entering the stalemate stage is a bit strenuous. Today, he is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and his lateral movement speed is average. It is inevitable that he is mobilized in a targeted manner by his light left-handed opponent.But there is no other good way, only gritted his teeth, the opponent's breathing is also very heavy, and his endurance should not be as good as his own.

"YES!"

After a dozen shots, the opponent's return ball fell below the bottom line, and Song Ya scored a point...

"Yes, this song is really good, this is a song that only a seventeen-year-old boy would write."

A few days later, Hayden was full of praise for the first version of BeautifulGirls that was simply made.

"Really?" Song Ya doubted, "This is a love song of saliva."

In the original version, the black chubby performed the song so sweet and greasy, and the deliberately prolonged biting and vocal singing seemed a little heartless. Then the original MV was a group of boys and girls happily in the simple restaurant. Jumping around, it doesn't match the original meaning of the lyrics.

Song Ya just chose to completely imitate Xiaopang's singing in the first edition for the sake of safety. He plans to gradually modify it in subsequent recordings, at least not too far from his cool personality.

"I like it, the melody is bright, the lyrics are catchy, and the popularity must be higher than all your previous songs." Hayden said excitedly, not knowing Song Ya's plan.

"Such a high evaluation?" Song Ya looked at the others.

"It's okay, it doesn't have much depth." Dile shrugged, "but it's really possible to sell, the studio version of this song shouldn't be difficult."

"Well, that's good." Song Ya closed his eyes and recalled the band composition at the end of the original MV. "For the studio version, then you can find me a pianist, a drum set, violin and cellist, and six males. Sound... Finally, add another triangle, er, forget it, I will do it myself, so I can save some commission."

"Okay, I wrote it down." Dilai would take care of this.

"You have been shortlisted for two awards at the AMA (All Rice Music Awards) in January next year. The Best Rap and Hip-Hop New Artist Award of the year (91 years, the same below) is likely to be unsuccessful. You have not released an album yet. It will not be awarded to singers who have not been released. There is also a nomination for the best soul and rhythm and blues combination, chorus, and band of the year. EmpireStateofMind, which you sang with Mariah Carey, is very well received by professionals.The opponent is not very strong either..."

Hayden and Yeremov followed Song Ya back to the A+ Records office, "So we are ready to mobilize your fans and concentrate on this award. After all, AMA looks most at the number of fans and willingness to participate, you and Mariakai With Li's efforts and Motula's help, this award is almost impossible to fail."

"I know, I can try my best to fight for it, but now we have tight liquidity, spend money leisurely." Song Ya asked, "How many awards did Mariah Carey have shortlisted?"

"In addition to the Chorus Award with you, she was also shortlisted for the Best Soul and R&B Singer of the Year Award, as well as the Best Dance Music Award of the Year." Hayden replied, "They are all heavyweight awards, and the opponent is very strong. The award ceremony has you. The two live performances, Empire State of Mind, before this, at the New Year's Eve event in Times Square, New York, you two will also perform this piece together, which was planned early."

"NICE."

Song Ya grinned. Since the last confession, Mariah Carey has been hiding from him intentionally or unintentionally, this time there is no way to hide, hehe.

The three were talking about business. Fergie opened the door without saying hello. She sat on the sofa listlessly, kicked off her shoes, took out a small bottle from her bag, curled up her legs and painted her nail polish on her own.

Song Ya knew that ever since Ihateuiloveu was frozen by Motula, she has become more and more decadent, and has always expressed her dissatisfaction in this way.

"Don't be upset, in a few days we will go to Los Angeles to shoot ihateuiloveu's MV, and attend the premiere of Halle Berry's film." Song Ya revealed the good news to her.

"Really?" The girl looked up with the sun shining all of a sudden, "Is our song finally going to be released?" She threw away the nail polish bottle and threw herself on Song Ya, "I'm going crazy." She cried. Complained.

"Uh, we have to wait for the best time. It is unlikely in the near future. The popularity of MJ's new orders is too high."

After causing great controversy, it has been at the top of the billboard singles chart. Singles and albums Dangerous are selling crazy. Other singles will be released at a rate of 15 days. According to this momentum, Song Ya can't find a suitable one. It’s not overshadowed by the popularity and distribution strategy of the King of Pop.

However, MJ was uncomfortable. The mainstream media continued to criticize the eleven-minute version of the MV. After MJ removed the race slogan on the car that was smashed, it still failed to calm down. The rumors that MJ was going to delete it directly after four minutes. Controversial violence and dance content.

"Miss Cassidy is here, APLUS." Taraji brought in the well-dressed Cassidy.

"Hi."

Cassidy saw Fergie's face change in Song Ya's arms, but she quickly recovered to normal, Fergie also looked at her vigilantly.

"You're here, Cathy, help me work here during winter vacation, Taraji, go and get her to get acquainted."

Song Ya arranged for Kasidi the work of a fan organization, specifically a clerical job, to deal with any fan letters, to help the need to follow his own Taraji to share some chores, and to help Yeremov run errands What.Yeremov's marketing and publicity department is getting more and more things, and Song Ya rented a small office on the same floor of A+ Records.

He put on a business attitude, only winking at Cassidy when he spoke.

"APLUS, how did your game turn out? Did you win?" Cassidy asked instead of leaving Taraji who had turned around.

"Stop the semi-finals, I tried my best, but enough, the physical education teacher will give me a good score." Song Ya laughed: "You will regret not going to the game, the quarter-finals were simply Let me tell you the classics."

"is it?"

"My dear, is it time for us to go back and pack up? I want to go to Los Angeles to shoot the MV as soon as possible."

Fergie more and more sensed something wrong from the atmosphere of the conversation between the two, and hurriedly interrupted the conversation.

"All right." Song Ya pointed to the nail polish bottle on the floor, "You should pack your things first."

"Blond, white girl, ah?" Taraji sent Kasidi out, and while Fergie was in the bathroom, he came back to Song Ya and whispered. Mila, Fergie and Cassiti were all summed up by her. Up.

Song Ya casually slapped her ass, "Don't mess with it."

"I think you enjoy these very much."