Chicago 1990

"Cheese!"

In the CD factory, Song Ya, Motula and others showed their smiles, pressing a red prop button with their hands at the same time, the shutter sound and flashing lights in the hands of the reporters recorded the historical moment of the official production of the'A+' album.

"Mr. APLUS, at a time when Where Is The Love is popular in the United States, what kind of considerations did you choose to release this album?" a reporter asked.

"I hope this album will give the American people the power to coexist peacefully and continue to move forward. This is also my motivation and purpose for creating Where Is The Love." Song Ya replied.

"What do you think of the Rodney King case?" another reporter asked.

"I can’t answer this question. I’m just as confused as you. If you’ve listened to the song Where Is The Love, you will probably be able to clearly understand my personal emotions and thoughts. In short, I hope those big people can stand with the people. Together, let's solve the problem together." Song Ya's expression became serious.

"So you are dissatisfied with the outcome of the Rodney King trial?" the reporter asked.

"I think the people of Los Angeles have already given the answer." Song Ya replied.

The reporter refused to give up, "Do you support that kind of violent resistance?"

"No, no, of course not..." Song Ya hurriedly denied, "It must be a tragedy. Many people died, more injured and missing, countless houses and properties were lost, and no one would want that scene to happen again. "

The third reporter interrupted, "Will you do anything about it? Except for this song."

"Of course, I will donate part of the income from this album to charity and do my part."

"Can you reveal the specific amount?"

"Please... my album is not on sale yet!" Song Ya smiled and touched his nose. "All I can reveal now is that it won't be a small amount."

The reporters laughed, "I wish you the new monopoly sells APLUS!" someone shouted.

"Thank you, and thank you for your support." Song Ya smiled and waved.

I was about to turn around to end this small press conference, "APLUS, did you plan to release the album after the Los Angeles incident? Maybe you have foreseen the disaster? This is the perfect time to release it, isn't it?" A voice suddenly came out in the back row.

"Which media reporter are you?" Song Ya stared back.

"Loise reports." The crowd dispersed, and a young white man appeared in his field of vision.

"This is a completely malicious accusation and without basic conscience. I remember the Los Angeles tabloid you worked for. We are in court!" Song Ya pointed at each other, "I will sue you to bankruptcy, trust me."

"You won't succeed a big star, we won't succumb to your money and..."

The other party was about to make a long talk, but factory security had already rushed over and dragged him out.

"Sorry APLUS, he slipped in from the employee channel." The factory security supervisor came over to apologize.

"It's okay." Song Ya smiled, "Submit my money? I won't give them a dime to the newspaper..."

Motula and others and the reporters all laughed.

They walked into the office with Motula, "The first batch of one million copies, the assembly line priority is the first." The factory manager introduced.

"It will sell quickly, and follow-up production must keep up."

Motula asked, and then smiled and introduced a long-haired white man dressed as a'hippie' to Song Ya, "This is Philby. Is this your first time meeting?"

"Yes, hello Mr. Philby." Song Ya shook hands with the other party, "Thank you for your consistent support and help before the release of my first album." Although he has always been irritating to himself, he still has to say something about the scene.

Music critics such as Philby were hired by Motula to help review the arrangement of the songs in a junior high school. This is a technical job.

"Hello, APLUS."

With a polite smile on Philby's face, "The style of your first album is too mixed. This time it can burn a lot of our brain cells. The style of the next album is better to be unified."

"I will plan well, no way, my output is not high." Song Ya replied.

"Indeed, all singers want their first album to be perfect." Philby said.

"You would give Where Is The Love a good review, right?" Song Ya asked.

Philby smiled, "Of course, I wouldn't come without this song."

"The promotional MV for Where Is The Love will be shown in CBS's special report on the Los Angeles event and can be seen at night." Before leaving the factory, Motura said.

The pseudo-documentary MV appeared on the CBS evening show on time. The picture was black at the beginning, with only the song title of Where Is The Love on it, "I am a poor boy from South Chicago, but I rely on some musical talents. Earned millions of meters at the age of five..." Song Ya's calm monologue followed.

The screen lights up, and the camera flicks from the manuscripts of the second-hand shop on the table, the manuscripts of lyrics to De Klerk, etc., and then the big thick gold chain of Song Ya, the shiny rhinestone tag and other luxury items.

"I am loved by fans..."

The screen is accompanied by some fragments of Song Ya's previous life, in the audiovisual store,'Ah!'The girls screamed loudly at Song Ya who was sitting at the signing table. The line was long. Many adults exchanged the green rice knives in their hands for his I Feel It Coming single CD, waiting signature.

"I just got the Grammy..."

He and Mariah Carey stood together on the Grammy Awards stage, holding a golden phonograph.

"I used to think arrogantly that I was omnipotent..."

The screen shifted to the live performance screen of Remember The Name. Song Ya and others sang passionately on the stage. The people on the stage kept shaking their heads to the music. The atmosphere was very enthusiastic, and some young men and women even began to cry.

"I am willing to do what I can for this world..."

The picture is naturally a group photo of him with Mandela and his participation in various charity and rights activities. Of course, he used to protest and condemn the Rodney King case on the streets of Chicago.

"I used to think I could do whatever I wanted."

He hugged Fergie and appeared in front of the camera. He should have just come out of the party. Faced with the annoying paparazzi, two young men who were drinking a little bit their middle fingers to the camera and cursed F. Of course, the words at the beginning were carefully mosaiced and silenced by CBS.

"But... do I really understand the world, this country, the people of this country? What are they thinking? What kind of life do they lead?"

The camera turns to the poorest black neighborhood in Los Angeles, shirtless children, idle young men, old people leaning on them with a blank look, and wanderers hiding in the alley.

"I don't understand anything, I just look at it superficially."

The prelude sounded, the four police officers who had assaulted Rodney King were acquitted and left the court scene. Afterwards, through montage editing, they jumped directly to the sporadic fires in Los Angeles, and the protest crowd rushed in the streets and shops. .

What's wrong with the world, mama?

People livin' like they ain't got no mamas

"What happened to us?"

With the music of Where Is The Love, the helicopter photographed people beating white drivers lying motionless on the ground.

"What's the problem between us."

The two Sillas fired with pistols.

"God, can you give me some inspiration?"

Father father father, help us

Send some guidance from above

"Can teach us how to live in peace under the same sky."

A black priest protected the wounded white man and shouted at the black people who rushed to commit violence: "If you want to kill him, kill me first!"

These people got me got me questionin'

Where is the love?

"Where is the omnipotent true love?"

In the Chinese restaurant on Clark Street, Song Ya is working hard with Goodman and others, composing lyrics and music of Where is the love (remake).

Where is the love, the love, the love...

Fergie sang this lyrics on the stage at Clark Street, and then there was a large section of Al's RAP full of accusations and interrogations. People below the stage were full of tears, and candles and lighters were held high to illuminate the scene. Little by little, like a galaxy.

"After all, we only have one world."

We only got, One world, one world......

At the end of the music, Song Ya stood alone in front of the camera with a melancholy and confused face, looking down at the big question mark made of flames on the ground in front of him.