Chicago 1990

"I know you are very unhappy, but you can't cast all your anger on Daniel, in front of so many people!"

The next afternoon, the two appeared at David Geffen’s seaside villa in Malibu to attend a grand party. After the AMA awards ceremony last night, the two had occasional friction. Mariah Carey was in All...I lost to Whitney Houston in all the awards. I was in a bad mood. "The one who lost to Whitney has nothing to complain about. That song sang too well and the results were too good..."

Just talked about it, and quarreled again, Song Ya said: "The longest singles chart for consecutive weeks, single sales, movie soundtrack sales... etc. etc., that song is still with your WithoutYou The same, it’s a cover song. Your music box album was only released at the end of last year, and there are also disadvantages in time..."

"Can you stop nagging?"

She interrupted impatiently, "I'm not jealous of Whitney. I have a good relationship with her, but Daniel promised me at least one heavyweight award before. The result? Nothing. I don't think I complain. What is wrong with his words!"

"But don't be in front of so many internal executives." Song Ya said, "I told you before."

"I know in my heart that no one cares about a female singer's temper to executives, and it's more effective than talking privately. Daniel must recognize the gap between him and Motula."

She shook off the hand holding Song Ya's arm and quickened her pace. "If you can't do it, don't make promises. I also specially prepared expensive evening gowns for the award."

"Where are you going?"

"Go nowhere!"

She stopped in front of a famous painting on the wall, looked back at herself with a pouting mouth, then flung her long hair away proudly.

"Don't talk about it." Song Ya walked to her side and hugged her waist.

"It's you who have been nagging..."

"Sorry, I'm in a bad mood." As a man, he must admit his mistake in the end.

"What did you just talk to Mr. Geffen?" she asked.

"Business matters..."

David Geffen is very dissatisfied with the progress of DTS. He wants to find Wall Street to enter the market this year, and then go on the market before the end of 1995 at the latest, but he and Spielberg want to wait for the dance of my life and night interviews with vampires to use DTS. After the second batch of surround sound technology was released, the two groups of people had a bad chat.

But Song Ya’s uncomfortable point is not because of this. He has a large amount of cash and he cannot find a good project investment for the time being. In addition, he feels that Mariah Carey is spending more and more money. Recently in Hollywood, I can hear people talking about it. Madoff, chairman of the Nasdaq Stock Exchange, has a fund project with a very good return rate. It happens that David Geffin and Spielberg have a good relationship with Madoff, so they want to find a way to invest their money first. It's better than paying a meager interest in a bank, but I didn't expect to be rejected by them with a subtle but slight contempt.

"Can you tell me?" Mariah Carey asked.

"Those Jewish people don't take us to play."

He carefully observed the surroundings before lowering his voice.

Those Jewish people have their own way of playing. They don’t even want to invest money. I heard that if they want to join Madoff’s fund to get high returns, they have to join the Palm Beach country club and golf club. , The number of members is fixed, and only one member can be refilled by a newcomer who has been selected. A full secret society gameplay.

The Jewish people are still in charge of the Federal Reserve. Chairman Greenspan, the old man known as the real U.S. leader, has just raised the federal funds rate by 25 basis points, which immediately caused a huge shock to the global financial market.

"Hmph, it's not strange." She agreed, "That group of people never show it publicly, but the reality is that there is an invisible wall."

"Yeah." Song Ya nodded, still wanting to say something, she gently stabbed her ribs, and stopped in time.

"It's beautiful..."

Actor Brad Pitt and Gwyneth Paltrow walked over together, also admiring the painting they were staring at.

"APLUS, Miss Kelly..."

"Hey, Pete, Miss Paltrow." The four people who got together greeted each other and complimented each other.

"Ivana Chabock is also teaching you, right?" The personable Brad Pitt started talking about a topic. "I have met the girls over there arguing for you."

"Girls?" Mariah Carey became alert.

"Yes, she is very professional, how about you? I have never seen you in Ivana." Song Ya smiled and started talking.

"I'm filming a night interview with Vampires. The scene is too torturous." Brad Pitt complained. "The filming period lasted for half a year and I couldn't do anything."

"Wow, I will give David a short report and say you are complaining about him."

Gwyneth Paltrow is Spielberg's goddaughter, and David Geffen also takes care of her. "Don't..." Brad Pitt pretended to smile nervously.

"It's going to..."

"Well, what do you have?" The two flirted and flirted with each other.

Song Ya and Mariah Carey rolled their eyes at the same time, and walked away silently, "These paintings are very valuable, aren't they?" she asked.

"Mr. Gefen is a big player in the art investment field." Song Ya replied.

Unlike Hollywood stars who always take advantage of the art industry, bigwigs such as David Geffen can be regarded as half traders. They buy paintings and then cooperate with the auction company’s packaging of Hollywood stars or artists who have owned them. The legendary story, and then naturally there are huge wealthy books, Middle Eastern oil trenches, and the upstarts of the US technology industry, etc., to take over. I heard that some actors will buy a little flattering in order to get good roles.This is a big and lucrative business.

"Let's take a look." He was afraid of impulsive girlfriends who would go stupidly to take orders.

"I can't read it anyway." Fortunately, she lacks interest in this field.

David Geffen’s party is known for its handsome men and beauties and indulgence, but today’s party is very serious. In addition to the young walking hormones, there are also many middle-aged and old white people, many of whom are Oscar judges. He is helping Spielber. Grid's movie "Schindler's List" canvassed for votes, and by the way gave his impression of the night interview vampire that was released on Halloween at the end of the year.

"Is it possible for your movie to win an Oscar?" Mariah Carey asked.

"Impossible..." Song Ya smiled, "Maybe the best soundtrack or something will hopefully be nominated, but I don't plan to put a lot of effort on this."

It’s impossible for a commercial film like my life to be seen by the old-fashioned Oscar judges. He knows himself.

The two were in a normal mood. As singers, they could not fully integrate into the Hollywood environment. They only passively communicated with some people, such as Madonna’s ex-husband, Sean Penn, who is rumored to be exceptionally talented, and his current girlfriend Robin White looks like It's a bit like Underwood's wife Claire, so Song Ya talked a few more politely with them.

"APLUS..."

In the end, the two still chatted with Billy Ressels, who is also a singer. Although the other party sings country music, and the two of them are not in trouble, but in this environment, they can have a bit of a common language. Just him.

"Do you know what those music critics say about us? APLUS."

With a handsome face, he lived nearby. He came alone. He smiled bitterly and pointed at himself and Song Ya.

"of course I know."

Song Ya also laughed. At this point, the two of them felt sorry for each other. Their first album was sold, and then they didn't produce any work. Now some music critics call them a singer. Compared with the popular self, the other is scolded. Even worse, he was even called a single singer, saying that he was useless except for the famous song AchyBreakyHeart.

With a common language, the three of them cursed the music critics and walked slowly to David Geffen's private beach.

"It's so fucking boring here, I want to go home now and stay with my daughter..."

The temperament of the country singer is incompatible with this kind of party. "Your daughter? How old is it?" Mariah Carey asked.

"Only one year old," he replied.

"Oh, she must be cute." Mariah Carey took off her high heels, carried them in her hands, and walked barefoot on the beach.

"Yes, very cute, she is my angel." Billy Reseles said emotionally.

"APLUS?" At this time, a woman's voice sounded from behind.

The three of them turned their heads, it turned out to be Pai Kingsley, the agent of the soup, a middle-aged strong woman with an ordinary appearance. Next to her stood a very tall woman with blonde hair and red lips. She was very beautiful and very aggressive. The sunset was already falling. , This woman's skin is still white to shiny, it is Nicole Kidman, the beautiful Australian wife.

"Hello." Song Ya greeted them.

"Talk alone?" Paikinsley actively invited.

"Okay." Song Ya left Mariah Carey and walked a little further along the coastline with her.

"I just signed Fergie, you know." Pakinsley said.

"I know."

Song Ya knows that the woman in front of her is one of the top Hollywood agents, one of CAA's top brands, and not only the agent, she also owns a PMK public relations company, which runs very well, so you must not rely solely on Hollywood's top male stars. Tang has a good time in Hollywood and looks at her from this perspective.

"Although I am not her main agent, I want to say that her situation with A+ Records has now entered a very awkward state."

Paikinsley seems to have a strong acting style, straight to the point, "Her former agent did not realize that after breaking up with you in that way, she absolutely can't accept the songs you wrote, right? Otherwise her The set will collapse, unless you get back to her again."

"That's what you think?" Song Ya didn't answer directly.

"Yes, this is true."

She said, "Maybe you should let go, it's good for both of you."

"Any company is willing to pay her liquidated damages?" Song Ya asked.

"That number is too high..." She shook her head, "For the sake of your old love, perhaps negotiating a suitable price is good for both of you."

"what!"

Song Ya smiled, "That's how you talk about business? Want me to give up the first white female hip-hop singer that I held a red hand? I don't think it's all good."

"APLUS, I know you are good at doing business, but there is still the problem. You no longer write songs for Fergie. If her second major quality suffers a major decline, it will be detrimental to you, isn't it? You might as well be appropriate. The opportunity to make a profit and leave, just like the business you and Dow did." She replied.

"I arranged some good creators for her." Song Ya shook her head.

She also shook her head, "Miss Fergie doesn't trust the new hip-hop guys from Los Angeles."

"She doesn't have the right to question my arrangement." Song Ya felt a bit like talking, "Even if you become her agent."

"You will receive an offer."

"Unless the price is the same as the number of liquidated damages."

"Come on, APLUS, are you serious?" She was full of momentum, "I thought you were a young man who could handle business wisely."

"WTF..."

Song Ya was too lazy to talk to this woman, "Who do you think you are? I'm not too serious, but you'd better pray not to see me being serious..."

"OK, your first impression on me is very deep APLUS."

She gave up the entanglement, turned her head and walked back, "You will receive an offer. Nicole... we should go."

"I'm sorry." Nicole Kidman was chatting with Mariah Carey and Billy Recyrus, and she complained of guilt and left behind Perkinsley.

"What a stunner." Billy Ressels sighed at Nicole Kidman's back.

"How are you talking?" Song Ya and Mariah Carey asked each other at the same time.

The two of them curled their lips at the same time, showing unhappy expressions.

"Haha!"

Billy Reseles smiled when he saw this tacit scene, "Well, I think I should go, too. Sorry, I just made a light bulb for so long."

The two smiled and stared at his leaving back, "Sorry, I was in a bad mood yesterday." Mariah Carey apologized first.

"It's okay, it's all trivial. I also want to apologize for my attitude."

Song Ya hugged her, the two found a quiet place to sit down, buried their feet in the beach, cuddling together, silently side by side, watching the sunset.

Inevertothebeach, orstoodbytheocean

Ineversatbytheshore, underthesunwithmyfeetinthesand

ButyoubroughtmehereandI'mhappythatyoudid

'CausenowI'masfreeasbirdscatchingthewind

Suddenly she messed up like a child, grabbed the sand and lifted it onto Song Ya, "hahaha..." and laughed.

"Damn it." Song Ya's childlike innocence was also provoked, grabbing a hand and going to fight back.

She quickly got up and fled, and the two of them chased each other on the beach and squabbled.

IalwaysthoughtIwouldsink, soIneverswam

Ineverwentboatin', don'tgethowtheyarefloatin'

AndIgetsoscaredofwhatIcan'tunderstand

"Be careful and safe." Song Ya hurriedly cried, seeing that she was about to run into the waves.

She stopped, turned around, opened her hands, her golden curly hair fluttering in the sunset, exceptionally beautiful.

The two embraced affectionately, drawing a long shadow on the beach.

ButhereIam, nexttoyou

Thesky'smoreblueinMalibu

NexttoyouinMalibu

Nexttoyou

Chicago 1990

Chicago 1990