Chicago 1990

I fell asleep without knowing it without having any dreams. I woke up spontaneously, dizzy and dry.

"Linda."

Lifting off the thin blanket that someone secretly covered, "Water."

A cup was immediately handed to his eyes. He looked up and saw Mariah Carey. She was staring at herself with blame and affection, "How much did you drink last night?"

"Uh..." Song Ya glanced at the cleaned up table next to him, sat up and drank the pure water, "A bottle of bourbon, and another glass? I don't remember."

"You don't allow me to drink too much, but drink so much at home secretly..." she complained.

"Occasionally." Song Ya squeezed her fleshy face, "Why don't you say hello?" He looked at the time again, "I came here overnight?"

"I am worried about you."

She helped put the cup in, and then curled up into her fiance's arms, "I called you when I heard about Little Lori, Linda said you were in a bad mood and were drinking, so I came over."

"It's great." Song Ya was deeply moved in her heart, "I'm fine, my dear, you don't know, I have never dealt with little Lori."

"But it's always emotional, right?" Mariah Carey said, "After all, I grew up together."

"No, he and I are not considered since childhood..."

Before she finished her words, she kissed over, "Don't think about the unsentimental things, okay?"

"I haven't washed it yet." The two kissed for a long time, feeling the temperature on the sofa at their height, and Song Ya stole an empty smile.

"It's okay." She continued to obsess over.

"Boss, Hamlin asks you... uh." Linda suddenly opened the door of the study. She saw the scene on the sofa and immediately covered her eyes, smiling and exiting Mariah Carey's dolphin sound.

"What can Hamlin do for me?"

After the event, Song Ya felt relieved a lot. He called Linda in again and approved the nightgown sent by Maria Kai with her.

"About Little Lori, he drafted a speech for you."

Linda handed over a document, "Don't say that." Song Ya took a cursory look, and sorted out his thoughts by the way, "Don't separate the relationship so simply. Little Lori is dead now, and we should let go of our past grievances. Well...remembrance, with the theme of missing him, you call Eli and ask him to help Hamlin polish the speech."

"I'm telling you, my dear, you've always been very affectionate." Mariah Carey whispered in his ear.

"Also, I plan to write a song to commemorate him." Song Ya said.

"Wow, the sorrow of the death of your old friend has inspired you again, right?" She looked at her fiance with star eyes, "I am looking forward to it."

"Uh, in this way, I plan to find some singers from East and West Coast to cooperate, just to use this matter to put an end to the past grievances and troubles."

Little Lori, kill you, I still want to commemorate you, maybe you can earn a lot of things from your death, Song Ya's brain is spinning fast, not paying much attention to what his fiancee is saying, "Let NAS help me contact the bragging father, Es Cube helped me contact Sugnett, I’m going to use death row records and bad boy records for this song."

Last night, Apocalypse’s Dead and Gone was a good song. The MV showed that it was the same person as the original singer of another apocalypse song Whatever You Like. It was also done to commemorate the old friends who were shot. It is very suitable for the situation facing me now.

"Are you sure?" Linda stopped writing the record. "Are Sugnet and Bragging Papa willing to cooperate with us?"

"Try it. This is the best opportunity to talk to them. I don't want to get entangled with the gang rap circles anymore. I will get in touch with them as soon as possible. I will tell them myself."

He also thought about a lot of things last night. Although Sugnat and the bragging father and himself are in a truce, the Harlem nightclub shooting and the Compton radio shooting committed by Sinaloa must still be in their hearts. This stalk, Little Lori just died, their hearts are definitely a lot more comfortable, and the face problem in the lower-level black community has been partially solved.This kind of thing is feared at both ends. They should also be worried about the uncontrolled retaliation of GD idlers stimulated by the death of Lori. At this time, they came forward and asked them to sing goodbye to everything in the song. A great reconciliation with a gimmick is a god-given opportunity, and the opportunity cannot be missed.

In order to complete this opportunity to eliminate hidden dangers, Song Ya is even willing to lower his body. Peter Flock can even cooperate with Will Gardner, who is sleeping with his wife. Why is he caring about that little face?"I don't even mind saying something to please them."

"Able to let go of hatred decisively, my heart is as broad as the ocean..." Mariah Carey stroked the chest he had acquainted with, and kept moving on the small theater of the soul, "This is my love."

Song Ya patted his head, "By the way, Little Lowry contains half of the second-hand store's eponymous title in our company, right? I bought it from Old Joe."

"Yes, the other half is in the hands of EMI."

"Let Daniel find a channel to contact EMI, maybe you can put the'Lori II' album on the shelves again, and then plan a commemorative album or something." He said: "Little Lori jumped to Atlantic Records later. It is estimated that they have already begun to prepare similar plans, and we must act fast, not to fall behind them."

"I understand." Linda was about to go out to do errands, "you wait." He stopped again.

"What?" Linda asked.

"I want to sign another singer."

There is also a white singer responsible for the chorus in Dead and Gone. He always feels a bit familiar in retrospect. He must have seen it somewhere, "Yes, dance the audition actor's resume for the sequel of my life. You help me get it, I don’t think He has his name, but he should be able to recognize it by his face."

"Okay." Linda went out.

"Are you going to work so soon?" Mariah Carey's expression became even more obsessed: "You never indulge in pleasure, always looking for opportunities for your career..."

"Do you love me so much?" Song Ya hugged her.

"Of course, I love you so much." She raised her eyebrows emotionally, "Part two?"

"I want to take a shower first, sweat all over."

"Together, don't want to leave me."

When they sat down at the dining table neatly dressed, Linda came over with a bunch of personnel resumes, "These are the photocopies Yeremov brought last time to show off the sequel to my life."

Song Ya flipped through it quickly, but couldn't find it again, "Impossible, I should have seen that face in this pile of documents."

"So you are looking at the face to choose someone to sign?" Mariah Carey swallowed food to supplement physical exertion.

"Uh, of course not, I just didn't care much at the time. Yeah, I found him, this boy."

In the resume of Gosling, the male protagonist who has been determined to be the sequel to my life, there is a photo of him in the Mickey Mouse Club before. Another white boy squatting under Gosling is still very tender, but he can recognize it. He is the same white singer with a beard in the Dead and Gone Apocalypse MV.

"Justin Timberlake..." Linda called out the other's name, but looked a little embarrassed.

"How? Do you know him?" Song Ya asked.

"He was in the Mickey Mouse Club one issue later than Gosling. I know his parents. His biological father is also a singer. His mother has a status and connections in the record industry. His stepfather is a banker. It may be difficult for us to sign him." Da replied, "After saving up the three albums of Al, William Adams and Common in a row, the appeal of A+ Records is far less than the time after you first made Fergie."

"Really? Ask first." Song Ya sent Linda to call.

"Your two ex-girlfriends are still exchanging fire." Mariah Carey said calmly when she heard Fergie's name.

The tearing between Fergie and Mila is indeed still going on. Now it's Fergie's turn to show off her luxury house and private jet in Los Angeles, and her momentum will undoubtedly remain suppressed.

Mira went through his father’s case. I don’t know how much cynicism of this intensity has gone through. She chose to keep responding to Fergie in the media. She was very mature to make real profits for herself. I heard that there are already model agencies that have started again. Asked her to plan to return to the runway.

"I never paid attention."

The answer was correct, Mariah Carey gave him a kiss.

"No show."

Linda came back soon. "Justin Timberlake’s mother and others jointly formed the Super Boys Group, a five-person idol chorus group imitating New Kids On The Block, rock and pop route, and has signed it. BMG, one of the Big Six."

"So..."

Song Ya was a little disappointed, "Forget it then."

But he was not so disappointed. Looking at his age in the MV, Justin Timberlake was at least 20 years old when he sang Dead and Gone. At least there are still ten years away from now. Maybe it’s the same as the defeat of William Adams in the first stage of his career. The development may not be smooth, just look for opportunities in the future.

'APLUS was shocked and mourned the accident encountered by Lori. He condemned this kind of violence, whether it was in or outside the prison, or publicly violent remarks in the media...'

In the evening, Tony and Muffler also rushed over from San Francisco. The two were very sad to accompany Song Ya and the others in the living room, and watched the stylish Hamlin speak on the TV with great emotion.

'APLUS told me last night that he would go to see Lori at the right time. At that time, he frankly admitted to me that he had conflicts with Lori on some things, but...now that these have no meaning. , He and I cherish the memory of the good time the two spent together before they became famous...'

'But I personally think that making a 20-year-old sentimental for another 20-year-old who has passed away contains a very deep problem in itself. The big problem, APLUS and I agree that there should be more Committed to calling people, especially those in the African-American community, to reduce violence and hostility between each other, and the recent hip-hop circles...'