Chicago 1990

"OK, this one is over!"

The grandest scene of the MV is also the last shot of Song Ya in the filming plan. The heroine played by Kelly Rowland was taken by Song Ya to a party event for a public official announcement. In the studio, there was an A+ costume, A+CN, In front of the interview wall of Netscape and other messy brand logos, she was hugged by Song Ya, wearing expensive evening clothes and jewellery. She was constantly scratching her head under the bombardment of the'reporters' flashing lights.

She was very involved in the play, and Song Ya cooperated well. The director didn't call the card at all, and let the two of them play for a period of time and then satisfactorily passed this one. "Thanks to APLUS, this material can be cut out soon after going back. "

"I have no task, right?" Song Ya asked him.

"Yes, your shots were all focused on the first two days, and the rest will be all Miss Roland's scenes." The producer of Sony Columbia Records replied.

"Yeah." Song Ya closed her eyes and compared it with the original MV. The heroine did have a lot of one-man shows, "Well, then I'm leaving."

"Ah! Wait a minute!"

Beyonce and Emily who were watching from the periphery screamed and ran over, "Can we take some photos of this kind with you?" Beyonce asked.

"Of course." Song Ya nodded.

A few girls frolicking around him, taking turns holding his arms, and in front of the advertising wall, they also began to learn how the stars pose like POSE Joe, "You can let them..." Beyoncé pointed to the front again. Group performers.

"Oh, everybody, please do me a favor, thanks!" Song Ya greeted the'reporters' group performers.

"But this camera is a prop..." A group performer murmured in a low voice. The camera in their hands was a performance prop, and there was no film installed. Just use the flash function as required by the photographer.

"Let you do whatever you want..." Another group performer next to him stabbed him, raised his camera, squinted and seized the opportunity to express himself, "Look here, ladies, here, yes... yes Yes, very good, very good."

Accompanying the girls through the star addiction, Song Ya left the studio and got on a humble film car in the parking lot. The old Mike who was in charge of driving and the usual convoy drove out to lead away the paparazzi, and then waited until it was safe to lift the paparazzi. Slowly drive away, towards the direction of Queens.

The New York media and paparazzi are extremely developed. Meeting Fergie and Amy is very sensitive, and he has to be more careful.

The car drove into the old NAS house in Queens. He bought a mansion after his fortune. It was vacant here, but it was never sold. He easily borrowed it after calling.

A nice two-story detached house with a garage. The wood of the house is a bit old, and the stairs crunched up.

"Really? You also release a special at the end of the year? Me too, but there will not be much publicity in the North Rice market. I want to go back to South America. Yes, it's a Spanish album..."

On the second floor, a familiar accent came from a house, with a slightly Latin accent. When he was happy, he would speak as fast as a machine gun. It was Shakira.

Fergie must have done it. It's really empathetic, forest, forest... what a beautiful forest.

Thinking of the past with the three of them in Chicago, Song Ya couldn't help but walked over and opened the door.

In New York in August, three little girls dressed in cool clothes were sitting on the sofa and chatting lively. They were startled by his sudden appearance, and then their reactions were completely different. Fergie looked away proudly, Ai Mi Hanqing fluttered and stared at herself with big eyes, while Shakira... seemed a little angry?

"Why does this guy come!? So there is no party at the NAS house today?" She asked Fergie.

"Don't ask me, it's his idea." It was her own opinion, but Fergie shook the pot.

"You guys don't get involved with me!"

Shakira picked up the bag and shook her face and left. Song Ya at the door subconsciously smiled and stepped to stop.

She seems to have gained a lot of weight in New York, and her hair has not been dyed anymore. It is originally black. She has evolved from the outdated fluffy noodles to the middle and straight hair. The long hair on both sides is used to modify the slightly rounded cheeks. , But still beautiful.

"Get out! #$%^!" She slammed her head against Song Ya's chest, as if she was really angry, cursed a suspected swear word in her mother tongue, and walked to the other side.

This time Song Ya didn't stop shamelessly and didn't speak, letting her go downstairs.

Seeing the girl resolutely leaving the back, the trip was originally intended to alleviate the recent symptoms of depression, but it was worse.

"Sorry."

Fergie walked to the window while Amy sat curled up on the sofa and laughed.

It’s better for Amy, "How is she doing recently?" Song Ya asked, smiling and sitting next to Amy. This house should be the former studio of NAS father Old Jones, filled with jazz instruments, and Old-fashioned record players and vinyl records are arranged very flavorfully.

"It's coming soon. We went to her studio and played it. It's a very good Spanish album." Amy replied: "What is it called PiesDescalzos? Is it pronounced that way?" She asked Fergie.

"Well, barefoot means."

Fergie opened the corner of the curtain and watched Shakira's cheap car drove into the driveway and disappeared, "She hasn't picked up work for a long time? You see, it was a broken car, and living in New York was very expensive. But waiting for the release of the special should be much better. Her manager Mr. Estefan is very optimistic about the performance of this album in the Latin area."

"It's really been a long time since she released a special." Her own A+ record still has 20% of her singer's appointments. Song Ya still remembers the sentence she said to herself at that time, '20%, you will have Twenty percent of mine, alas!

"What are you in a daze, regret eight?" Fergie showed a smirk on her face, and suddenly pulled the curtains open, "If we are photographed like this now, how many do you guess the paparazzi photos will sell? I heard at least one hundred thousand. Above the knife."

"Hey! Are you crazy!?" Song Ya was taken aback by her actions, "Hurry up! Get up!"

"Humph." She drew the curtains up, then pulled them back.

"Don't play anymore, and fool me again... I will compress your new special announcement!" Song Ya could only threaten.

Fergie didn't dare to make a joke anymore, closed the curtains, and pouted, "Relentless fellow, what do you see us for?"

"Uh, I have something to say to Amy." I didn't lie, I did something.

"Not for me?" Fergie walked over and kicked him in the calf.

"Aw! You are still making trouble!" Song Ya was in pain, and easily pulled her into her arms, her legs were firmly clamped, and her arm and waist were locked with one hand, "Don't move."

"Let go of me! Pervert, scumbag!" Fergie struggled a few times, panting heavily, and put her proud chest up, closed her eyes, and raised her lips slightly.

Amy was still watching the two silly.

"Let me finish talking with Amy first." Song Ya ignored her temporarily, looking at Amy seriously.

"What's the matter?" Amy asked.

"Uh, how should I put it... Do you remember that I wrote a WhateverYouLike? It was about us when I first met you. The MV is already being filmed, and it is handled..."

Many of the WhateverYouLike MVs fit some scenes when the two were getting along, such as tipping Amy who was working at the owl chain store at the time with a 100-meter knife, quietly leaving a note with the phone number under the money, and taking Amy there. Luxury shops scan goods, give necklaces, etc. Even if the intensity of the MV is not as high as the original version, but the performance of worshiping Kelly Rowland’s heroine is still quite sufficient. Song Ya is afraid that Amy will be angry after the MV is online, so he must first Speak clearly with her face to face.

"The script was given by Sony Columbia Records. Believe me, I didn't want to ridicule you, and I also promise that the audience won't think of you at all after seeing the MV." He took a lot of time to explain, and finally dumped the pot. Get out.

"Oh." Amy was the same as the former Amy, and she agreed, and stopped talking.

"You won't be angry, are you?" Song Ya stared at her face. Well, she really hasn't changed at all. She still looks younger than her actual age, still beautiful, and thin...

"I am not angry."

Amy lowered her head and said, "You are good enough for me. APLUS. This year, I have made a big splash in a commercial film. The reputation of art films has also been messed up. It may not even be shown in theaters. But I still have no shortage. The film appointment, the longer I stay in Hollywood, the more I understand how precious it is that you gave me the multi-billion-dollar box-office dance heroine of my life."

What a nice girl!Song Ya sucked his nose moved, and understood easily. The main purpose of this trip was achieved. "In fact, you can't say that. You are also credited to Amy for the great sales of that movie."

"But the result is the same for other girls, maybe even better, right?" Amy said lonely: "For example, the domineering heroine Silverstone... For example, other people who competed with me for the heroine. ."

"Is Silverstone putting you under competitive pressure now?" She was telling the truth, but Song Ya would not stupidly agree and change the subject.

"Nonsense, isn't Hollywood paying attention to card positions? Now it's hard for Amy, who is making a bigger youth campus movie, to receive it." Fergie opened her eyes again and complained: "APLUS, don't say you don't understand."

"Of course I understand, but..."

Song Ya fell silent, what could he do?The reinvestment project makes Amy the heroine Mariah Carey sure to make trouble, and A+ Pictures has no good projects to come up with.

"It's okay, Fergie and I went to Europe to have a great time, and now I feel better." Amy comforted him in turn.

"So we have to talk like this all the time?" Before Song Ya spoke, Fergie began to struggle again.

"Of course not." The emotions have reached a critical point, and Song Ya simply hugs Amy with his other hand, lowering her head aggressively and printing her lips.

Amy's reaction was unexpectedly fierce, she immediately rubbed her body close, stretched her hand to Song Ya's belt, and fumbled wildly.

Fergie was not much better, the air in the room was instantly fierce.

Illness goes like silky threads, sickness goes like silky threads...