Chicago 1990

The next day Song Ya went to BBC Station 2 to record a TV talk show. This was the only interview with a stationbook on his London trip, and it was recorded and broadcast, so it went smoothly. Song Ya, Fergie and others were in the BBC recording studio. Performed again WhereIsTheLove.

The radio program of BBC Radio 1 is similar. The questions and answers between the host and him are relatively convergent. Generally speaking, it is based on his impression of the UK, weather, music style, life experience, and the song WhereIsTheLove, and The realistic background and mental process of the song creation are unfolding.

"APLUS, do you still miss Mira? You are the badguy in her song, right?"

In the evening, on a local radio station in London, the interview host was not very honest, and suddenly started to mess up during the live broadcast.

"Uh……"

Song Ya curled his lips. Fortunately, this is a radio show, otherwise the audience will definitely find that the smiles on their faces are gone, "I can only say that we had a wonderful past, that's enough."

"Do you mind talking about her? Especially when you recorded the song to De Klerk together." The radio host smiled: "I don't mean to offend, but Mira is very popular in the UK."

Do you still have no intention of offending when you talk about this when you hit the list?Song Ya quickly adjusted his mentality and joked with a smile, "Is she more popular here than me?"

The two hosts laughed, "We all like her to De Klerk. Of course, that song is yours. When she came to accept our interview last time, she said that you suggested her to sing. Is the British accent right?"

"Almost, she has lived here. I thought it was more appropriate for her to sing that song with a little accent here." Song Ya replied, and then he seamlessly switched to the standard accent of a black hip-hop singer, frequently Use simple short sentences and modal particles, in short, just hum haha.

"Can you talk about why you two broke up?"

"It's only music, man, don't have too many associations."

"Talk about your life before you became famous. The U.S. media said that you were entangled with the gang. Is that really the case?"

"Of course not, you know, the slums are like that."

"Can you talk specifically about it?"

"It's very poor, life is very hard."

"The part about the gang?"

"Some kids think gangs are cool, some are not, you know, I like music."

"You also created a symphony, didn't you?"

"Yay."

"The first public performance was done by Barenboie's Chicago Orchestra, right?"

"Yeah, it's actually just a two-minute sketch."

"What do you think of Mr. Barenboi."

"Master, he is very respected by Chicagoans, including me of course."

"Do you know some of his previous stories?"

"Nothing to understand."

"For example, in terms of feelings, he was with..."

"Hey, don't I care about my music brother? I'm not here to talk about gossip."

"Then let's talk about the ubiquitous hints in the lyrics of part of your album..."

After the interview was finished, the relationship between the two sides was over. Song Ya stood up, faced the host's hand extended, he touched his fist at random, and then quickly left the studio without a word.

On the way back to the hotel, I didn't talk to the branch executives again.

"Huh! Good past ah?" Fergie, who had already listened to the content of the interview, folded her arms and blocked the door of the room unhappily and began to look at him again.

"Don't pretend to be a girl..."

Song Ya is not used to her this time, "I'm good enough to you, I'm a little ok?" He turned and walked into Taraji's room next to him, "Call the president of the British branch immediately. Communicate with us in advance about the questions to be asked,Tell them that I will call Motura if I can't do it."

"Ok."

Taraji pulled out the address book and started working immediately, "Hello, I am Mr. APLUS's assistant..."

The height of the landline on the bedside table was very low. When she bent over to call, her body was folded into a suitable angle.

Song Ya walked over.

"Yes, Mr. APLUS is very angry, because the radio interview just now..."

"Yes, tomorrow's Q...Q magazine must submit the interview content in advance, otherwise..."

The next day, Fergie knocked on the door of this side early, pouting, with tears on her face. After being told by Taraji to come in, she stepped forward and grabbed Song Ya's clothes corner, and shook it pitifully. He muttered, "I was wrong, I can't apologize."

Song Ya ignored her. During the day, under the leadership of people from the branch, they began to visit some places of interest in London to coincide with the BBC documentary filming.

"Honey, look!"

Fergie tried her best to please her. After she was in love with her, and after her body was dragging her body to no avail, she went to Buckingham Palace, and she ran to the royal guard who was standing on guard in a black top hat and red uniform. "You know what He won't move no matter what I do." She poked her finger on the chest of the tall guard, "like a toy soldier." She shouted.

"Ahem, Miss Fergie, don't..." The branch staff hurried to pull her.

After observing that Song Ya's eyes finally fell on her, she immediately began to twist her waist and wink her eyes, stepped enchantingly, walked to Song Ya like a little wild cat, and clung her arms tightly, "Forgive me. Good," she pleaded.

Song Ya wanted to laugh a little, but Shinnin still stretched her face.

The group went to visit London Tower Bridge and other places.

"London Bridgeis fallingdown, fallingdown, fallingdown..." Fergie looked at the two towering ancient bridge towers and sang gently in Song Ya's ear.

"What song?" Song Ya asked casually with a move in his heart.

"The famous English nursery rhyme London Bridge is about to collapse, don't you know?" It is estimated that Fergie breathed a sigh of relief, her body pressed tighter, and continued humming: "Londonbridgeisfallingdown," and then went to Song Yaer. Side, "Is your bridge tower up?"

Song Ya was almost amused by her simple and rude puns. She rolled her eyes and covered it, putting her hands in her pockets and continuing to drag her legs with the crowd.

There is only one good point here, that is, there are not many fans, and most of them are tourists from all over the world. Even if they recognize Song Ya, they will politely come over to ask for an autograph and take a group photo.The media is more annoying. The paparazzi are exactly the same as the United States, or even more annoying. They found the opportunity to ask some questions without bottom line, and tried to sneak into Song Ya's hotel room before.

In the afternoon, Q Magazine did not engage in trouble during the interview, and all the questions were submitted in advance. Of course, the atmosphere of the chat between the two parties was relatively cold, but his mood finally improved.

"Go to the music salon together at night? There is a famous house nearby."

An accompanying reporter from the BBC invited: "It is a frequent place in the London music scene. We will meet many acquaintances, and it can also enrich the content of the recorded short films."

Song Ya thought for a while and wanted to agree. It's not a good idea to play big cards in front of the BBC.

Said it is a salon, but I didn't expect it to be similar to a nightclub. There is no shortage of wine, music, and men and women who keep shaking their bodies.

"Ali! Are you not coming?" Tony, who had just found a partner, yelled at him from the dance floor.

Song Ya smiled and waved at him to refuse, sitting on the sofa in the VIP semi-open private room, he was still lazy and lacking energy. At Tower Bridge in London during the day, there seemed to be something in his mind about to come out, but he couldn't remember it. It feels uncomfortable.

"Here is Fergie!" Fergie, who was dressed, appeared on the dance floor with Taraji on his arm. The two women wearing special fabric skirts, ignoring the obsessive gaze of the men on the dance floor, stared with fiery and provocative eyes. He turned his back to back all the way, and then separated tacitly in front of the wine table in front of the sofa, one left and the other right, just like the two bridge towers in the daytime.

"and many more."

When the two were about to sit down next to Song Ya, he raised his hand to stop them.

Fergie burst into tears suddenly, "I hate you!" She turned so angry that she ran into the dance floor crying, randomly found a lucky person, and jumped face to face.

"Hey, APLUS, don't be so stingy, a big man." Taraji also misunderstood.

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