Chicago 1990

Song Ya never worries about her live strength. Sony Columbia Records has carefully prepared for this performance. After the host announces the curtain, the stage lights are all dimmed, and then the curtain is slowly opened. The musicians and the huge harmony band are all red background. Standing in two high and low rows, they perfectly form a pyramid shape with the curtain. This is also the basic lineup for her TV unplugged concert next month. They have been practicing coordination with each other for a long time.

The musicians and chords are not illuminated, only black silhouettes are presented. This visual design highlights Mariah Carey the most. With the accompaniment, she changed into a black high-fork skirt and black silk stockings to hold her gracefully Wearing the skirt corners, the models walked to the center of the stage. The diamond jewelry on the neck, ears and wrists were shiny, and her singing voice was even more shiny. The super-difficult ifit'sover was performed perfectly by her. The series of treble transitions and the terrifying sound pressure show were convincing, especially the long e5 in the final stage of the rage sound. Song Ya, who is already very professional, can hear her scalp numb.

After singing a song in more than three minutes, all the audience stood up and applauded. Roberto Klevell blew a loud whistle, "Her performance today is great, great, bravo!" He kept sighing.

Last year's Mariah Carey was still a little nervous and young. This year, she has evolved to have a domineering and confident look that looks out of the audience. She even seems to still have enough energy. She should be very proud of her performance. After the end, she will be quiet in front of the microphone. Standing for a few seconds, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, hip-hop music has saved your trash." Quincy Jones applauded and complained to the rapper next to him.

Will Smith and others laughed, Song Ya in the front row also subconsciously touched his nose.

The best male and female pop singer award is probably the heaviest award apart from the four general awards. When it is about to be awarded, Mariah Carey has changed into a new evening dress and quietly sat back.

"You are great today, ii."

"The live performance just now was very good, I don't even feel like the studio version."

"With the performance just now, I deserved to be the best female pop singer again. No one will gossip afterwards."

Song Ya, Walter and others complimented each other, not flattery, all from the heart.

"I think so." Mariah Carey took out a small note and raised it, then pinched it in her hand.

"The nominees for the best female pop singer are: Mariah Carey! oletaadas, gethere! agrant, babbab! bonnieraitt, sothgtotalkabout! Whitney Houston, alltheanthatineed!"

The award-presenting guest opened the envelope and said, "The winner is..."

Song Ya sat upright with her and showed her best condition in front of the camera. Because of a mole on the corner of her left mouth, she subconsciously tilted her head slightly to make the most satisfactory part of her right face photogenic.

"Bonnieraitt, sothgtotalkabout! Congratulations!"

The guest read the name of the winner aloud, not her.

"Keep smiling." Song Ya raised her hand, covered her mouth by clapping, whispered.

She didn't answer, just stood up with everyone, smiled and applauded.

"Thank you everyone." The ups and downs of the star road bonnieraitt excitedly took the stage to deliver a speech, and once choked up. The white old female singer and guitarist was swept out by Warner Records in the 1980s due to alcohol and drug problems. Released a series of wonderful music works, once again becoming popular.

The Oscar and Grammy judges like this kind of inspirational story most.

"We still have a chance." Song Ya, who was out of the camera's attention, sat down and offered comfort.

She still had a grin on her face and did not respond. Walter sighed frankly. This award is the main direction of Sony Columbia Records. Even this is lost. It is even more impossible to have a general award without much effort.

Subsequently, another main direction Michael Bolton won the best male pop singer award as he wished.

It was another hypocritical stand up, applause, and congratulations.

Song Ya took the opportunity to observe, she seemed to lose her interest and just wanted to leave here quickly.

"Alright, wait a minute." Roberto Clerville also discovered this.

"Some tickets should have been ran, Mr. Motura will handle it." David Cole swept around the venue and whispered.

There was only a hand from the back row on Song Ya’s shoulder. It was Russell Simmons. He leaned towards Song Ya’s ear, "Can you feel that she is suffering, right? Boy, you have a lot of opportunities to appreciate in the future. I promise those who are in the same mood."

"Why don't you go back and eat your own x?" Song Ya glanced back at him, of course, even if it was a dirty word, he would say it with a smile.

The other party sneered slightly, patted his shoulder a few times, and sat back.

"The single nominated for the single of the year: Brian Adams..."

The singles of the year are awarded to singers and songwriters, so each nomination list has a long list, only Song Ya and Mariah Carey are the most concise, just two people, "aps and Mariah Carey, songwriter aps !"

Song Ya turned her head and looked at Mariah Carey, "Where is your little note?" He asked with a smile.

Mariah Carey turned over the clapping palms, and the note was pressed against the palm of her thumb.

The two smiled knowingly.

"The one who won the best single of the year..." The guest opened the envelope and subconsciously glanced at this side while prolonging the tone. Song Ya felt Mariah Carey's body straighten immediately.

"Epirestateofd, from Mariah Carey and aps!"

"Ho!" She was more happy than Song Ya, and she bounced from her seat, waving her arms to all the audience.

"Congratulations."

Song Ya couldn't hear anything because of the burst of applause, so she kept hugging and shaking hands with people around her, thanking her.

"Congratulations."

The old face of Quincy Jones still smiled brightly, while Russell Simmons's superficial skills were not so good, his smile was a bit ugly, and he also stretched out his hand.

"Thank you." Song Ya quietly gritted his teeth and pinched his hands with all his strength, so that he could see how the 1.9-meter tall man retaliated.

The corners of the opponent's mouth began to tremble.

Cool!

"Aps..." Mariah Carey hugged him, then he let go of his hand and hugged her, "This is your ii."

"It belongs to us," she said emotionally.

Song Ya felt that she was a little uncomfortable, and hurriedly disengaged, "Let's get on stage." He smiled and opened the way first and walked to the aisle. The two kept greeted and shook hands with the congratulating people on both sides.

Walking to the bottom of the stage, Song Ya slightly turned sideways, and the gentleman asked Mariah Carey to come to the front and held her waist.

"You come first." After accepting the congratulations from the award-presenting guests, Song Ya also took the initiative to step back and let Mariah Carey stand alone in front of the stage and give her acceptance speech after they retreated to the back row.

"Uh, ho! I'm so excited, wait..."

Mariah Carey pressed her chest, calmed her mind for a while, then opened the note, "I want to thank the Grammy organizer first of all..."

Taking advantage of her speaking time, Song Ya looked at the star-studded audience. Quincy Jones and Russell Simmons were no longer acting. The two were stern, their heads turned dignified and talked.He even saw the conspicuous Mila on the side of the first row. She was dressed very ceremoniously today. She was looking empty, lazily following others applauding, not knowing what she was thinking, but she cleverly approached her to shoot. The cameraman was totally unaware.

He also saw Shirley Fleming, the old lady standing beside a group of classical musicians and applauding gracefully at herself.

Song Ya beckoned to her. Rick Robin, the defarian record owner over there, was pointing at his own chest and yelling at him constantly. It should be to tell him not to forget to thank him later.

And the unemployed Brian Adams, Whitney Houston and others.

"Finally, I would also like to thank aps, my best friend and best genius musician, and his epirestateofd. This song is like a New York girl like me..."

Mariah Carey gave Song Ya a big hug again with tears.

"Uh, thank you everyone."

Song Ya took the position she gave up, and calmly pulled the microphone to the height that suits her, "I also want to thank..."

He read the memorized thank-you note aloud, "Thank you, Ms. Shirley Fleming, and Mr. Rick Robin, hi, Rick..."

He smiled and waved at Rick Robin, "Thanks to my family in front of the TV. Of course, I can't do anything without the support of Sony Columbia Records. Thanks to Mr. Motura, Walter, Roberto, David... …"

"In the end, of course there is Miss Mariah Carey. I can't think of anyone besides her who can perform this song so perfectly..."