Chicago 1990

Compared to the more convergent TV stations, the U.S. tabloids are less ethical. The moments of Mira and Fergie’s "walking out" are their favorite pictures, and they have added a lot of things without authorization, such as being extremely unfriendly to Song Ya. Louise’s report made up the conversation between Mira and Fergie at the time as if he heard it in person, basically making a fuss about some aspect of Song Ya’s ability, both shameless and vulgar.

Song Ya didn't plan to be a soft persimmon to bear silently this time. He asked Goodman and Hamlin to start collecting evidence, and planned to use this nasty Los Angeles tabloid newspaper to kill the chickens.At the same time, he also picked a Pittsburgh rapper. The guy took advantage of the loophole that shotheone did not get the official release, and filled in his own rap lyrics and sold nearly 5,000 copies through underground channels. Cassette, and brag about it, for fear that others might not know it.Song Ya asked Da A to investigate. The other party has no gang background and is a perfect object to complain. That's him.

In addition to these two lawsuits, a resident of the Tribeca rental apartment was also sent to the local court by Hamlin for damaging the interior of the house and refused to pay compensation.

Following his fame and income, Song Ya unknowingly also gradually began to match the annual average litigation volume of a-list stars.

On the night of the 24th, Song Ya and Fergie in formal suits found their seats in the first row of the concert hall. They seemed to have arrived a little earlier, and most of the audience had not yet been seated.

"Other people look at me differently."

Fergie complained in a low voice that since the news of the airport ripped off was widely spread, the photos of her being pulled off by Mila's jacket spread all over the United States, and Mila took advantage of the public opinion by showing her private jet. The snobbish American public I began to talk about Mira’s hairy ancestry. Since her debut at the age of eleven, she has been on the covers of many top fashion magazines in succession, to De Klerk's smash hit, just released a new album, and her legendary investor father, Wait a minute, even her failed movie returned to Blue Coral Reef, and the sale and rental of video tapes were also driven.

In addition to the California area where Fergie still remembers her status as a child star, other places in the United States are considered to be inferior to Mira in any aspect.'It's no wonder that she would blame aps in the lyrics and still think of Mira in her heart.'People started talking about her.

"Don't worry, our ihateuiloveu is just a big seller. Your one really hits the heat." Song Ya can only comfort her, "You have to start thinking about the first project yourself. My creative output is too low. Singer, you can't count on my boss and producer. You can choose the songs the company receives. If you can use the contacts outside to invite songs, you can also use it."

"Yeah." Fergie agreed obediently.

"R Kelly, this way." A familiar voice sounded not far away. Song Ya looked over. Quincy Jones was leading a young black man toward this side. He stared at himself and was stunned. Click, "Hey, aps."

"Mr. Jones." Song Ya pushed Fergie who was still sitting stupidly, forced a smile, got up to say hello to the other party.

"You have a lot of news recently."

Quincy Jones smiled and introduced to both parties. The black man who came with him was named r Kelly, who was also from Chicago. He was a rookie singer at Jive Records. He just released his first album last month, and his performance and industry reviews are very good.

The seats on both sides are right next to each other. Maybe the concert organizer who provided the tickets thought the two sides had a good relationship. Quincy Jones sat down next to Song Ya, "Tomorrow night is the Grammy Awards. You should be in New York now. , Not here."

"I did not perform on the Grammys, so there is nothing to prepare in advance." Song Ya replied.

"Aha, that's not a good sign young man." Quincy Jones said, "By the way, did you vote for Will Smith?"

The combination of Will Smith and djjazzjeff, which he praised, was nominated for the Rap Group of the Year Award this year.

"Of course, what about you? Must also support me, right?" Song Ya asked rhetorically.

"Haha, that's natural." Quincy Jones smiled brightly. "To be honest, what you made made the black judges brainlessly support you and Miss Kelly's annual single award public opinion, which made us a little bit uncomfortable. Troubled."

Song Ya replied: "Really? I don't remember that I did that. In fact, the report of bet is not very responsible. Johnson should not believe the rumors made by the so-called insiders."

Quincy Jones' facial muscles moved, "Yes, he should go deeper and completely return you innocence, instead of throwing this thing behind him once."

"Are you dissatisfied with what he did?"

"How come, he is the light of the Negro."

"Why do you say that? Aren't you also the black light? You used to be the producer of j. It's a pity that you didn't continue to cooperate."

"I have created too many singers, j is just one of them to me."

"Build? J was popular a long time ago, right?"

"He became famous too early, so he was so arrogant. If he can change his temper, maybe he can get a few more Grammy Awards. You must remember his lesson."

"Haha." Song Ya smiled lightly: "I would rather win a few Grammy awards, and then be as red as j."

"Don't give up so lightly, young man, be careful not to lean on it."

"Indeed, so I won't give up."

"That's good……"

The two were very angry with each other, and at the same time they lost their ability to talk, and turned their eyes to the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen……"

Barenboi came to the stage in a tuxedo, and his demeanor. Song Ya secretly marveled at the change of the old man’s temperament in different environments. When he first met, he thought the other party was just an old-fashioned conductor. The second time he saw him in the practice field. When facing each other, he was passionate and severe, as if he was twenty years younger.On the stage now, holding the baton in hand, facing the audience below, it has the majesty and nobleness of a king.

Perhaps, as a traverser who relies on the apocalypse, a layman, he is destined to be unable to the rich and treacherous inner world of these real artists.During this period of time, he heard of a gossip about the other party, Barenboi and his wife, a British national treasure cellist Du Pree. Du Pree asked him:'When I no longer play the cello, will you still love me?'He replied: "If you don't play the violin, then it's not you."

Unexpectedly, Du Prey later suffered from multiple sclerosis and couldn't play the cello.

And Barenboi really left her, and in the last days of her life tormented by illness, she formed another family outside...

Thinking of this, Barenboi smiled and gestured to himself. He realized that a photographer was carrying the machine facing him. He immediately reminded Fergie with his elbow, and then the two raised their hands lightly. Applaud lightly and smile in return.

Quincy Jones beside him gave himself a puzzled look.

Barenboi turned around, raised his hands, then the baton dropped, and the concert prelude: the game of power played brilliantly.

The deer is crowned, the lion and the wolf surrender to worship.

The Chicago Symphony Orchestra is a world apart from the previous middle school orchestra. The two-minute symphony was completed in one go. It did not lose the original version in Song Ya's mind. The first wave of applause broke out in the concert hall.

Song Ya tilted her head slightly to observe the facial expressions of the audience behind her. Well, it seemed to have a good response, not entirely out of courtesy.

"Boy, see you at the Radio City Music Hall tomorrow." After listening to the entire performance, the audience began to leave, Quincy Jones stood up and reached out to Song Ya.

"See you tomorrow." Song Ya held his hand, "I hope we all gain."

"Haha, young people must have a stable mentality, otherwise the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."

"It doesn't matter. Someone gets a trophy, while others get disappointed. It's fair."

"Very good, very good." Quincy Jones withdrew his hand. "See you tomorrow."

"see you tomorrow."