Chicago 1990

"Good job, Dion, put it in."

Dion Wilson re-arranged the remixed version of RememberTheName, which weakened the rock elements in the song, making the song more rhythmic and blues, and softer. After listening to Song Ya, it feels okay, not as good as the original, but it's an experiment in another style.

"All the preliminary preparations for your first album have been completed, nine singles plus two additional versions of BeautifulGirls, Dion’s RememberTheNameRemix, as well as the dance mix version of the four songs of IFeelItComing, FeelItStill, WanttoWantMe and Trumpets, and the recording of IFeelItComing. The studio version, a total of 17 songs. Among them, the two songs BeautifulGirls and WanttoWantMe completed in the deep-sea studio use DTS surround sound technology."

Hayden handed over a document: "Sony Columbia Records has also finished the album cover. Do you have to wait? APLUS, it has been more than a year since your first IFeelItComing debut."

The background of the album cover is the dilapidated and blurred streetscape of Chicago's South City, followed by the silhouette of Song Ya's single, with the uppercase APLUS word on the top. Song Ya does not plan to engage in any gimmicks, and will release the first album of the same name like most singers.

"Will you talk about the Rodney King case?" Song Ya pointed to his white shirt. Later in Los Angeles, the four police officers who beat Rodney King will be sentenced. Not surprisingly, Chicago will There was a protest, "Didn't I set a timetable? If I can't get a new song in mid-May, just put the two guava () songs I recorded to make up the number."

"Alright alright."

Hayden is very anxious, "You know, the current rap group KrisKross, formed by two 13- or 4-year-olds, is gaining momentum. Their Jump was the top list on the bulletin board last week. Not surprisingly, they will continue to win next week. There is no title of the youngest genius hip-hop musician. And they belong to the label singers of Sony Columbia Records, and are closer to you than you and Sony Columbia Records."

"Ok……"

Of course Song Ya knew about this. Two and a half **** boys sang authentic old style and popular rap. The sudden emergence of them made the aura of various genius teenagers a lot of them. Their MV also brought up a trend of black clothing, including wearing jeans, trouser waists that are about to slip down at any time, fat trousers, tops a few sizes larger than their own...

For example, my brother Tony is now wearing a long-sleeved sweatshirt with a hem that drags to his knees.

"Tony, people only have the effect of children wearing adult clothes. What do you learn from them?" Song Ya complained.

"Don't you think this can make you look thin?"

Tony pointed to the jeans underneath. The trouser tube was loose on his sneakers for several layers. "Silencer!" He called for the silencer. The two dressed up like brothers, "JUMP! JUMP!" They held loose. With the broken waistband, the KrisKross group in the MV is jumping and singing.

Song Ya rolled his eyes helplessly.

Taraji in a white shirt walked in, "Taraji, are we cool!?" Tony asked her.

"Not bad." Taraji dealt with, her expression was very serious, "The verdict came out. At 3:15 in the afternoon, all four white police officers were acquitted."

"FXXK, those **** NAZI juries." Tony scolded.

"Wow, have a lot of fun."

Song Ya stood up, "Let's go to the Peace Rights Organization to meet up, cell phone."

He took Taraji and the others and hurried out, "Hey, Cooper, what are you doing?" He called Escobe.

"Those whites are all the **** gang! I'll give a speech in the recording room soon, this is a declaration of war! FXXK!" There was a mess of voices and noises over Escuber.

"Calm down." Song Ya hung up, and before getting into the car, took another opportunity to report the news to the people at BET. Before, Escobe, Dre, Sugnat, 2PAC and others had a show. They brought together the three major black gang leaders (in fact, all small characters) of the lame gang, blood gang and predator in Los Angeles. The statement will stop attacking each other, the response has been very good, and the audience's disgust towards Dray has also been reduced. Song Ya also revealed this to BET.

Call Fergie, and the group drove to the door of Pastor Allison's church. The protest team has begun to gather. The identity of Mayor's Assistant Michelle is not suitable for this kind of activity, but her boyfriend is here.

The police officers were on the verge of an enemy, and several police motorcycles preparing to clear the way stopped not far away.

"Although Rodney King is at fault, it is too much to be guilty of assaulting the police officers. Will this be the cause?"

The organizer, Pastor Allison, has not sent a signal, and Michelle’s boyfriend gave Song Ya a cigarette.

Song Yagui, who has never smoked, took it on hand in a divine way.

"I don't know much about this knowledge, but I believe you, you are professional." The two hid in the corner, and the other took out a lighter, their heads were lighted together, and they began to vomit.

"It is impossible to be completely innocent." Michelle boyfriend said.

"I think so." Song Ya echoed. Rodney King must have asked himself to be beaten, but the police officer who beat him did use excessive violence.

The two waited until the protest team assembled. Song Ya held him with his left hand and Fergie with his right, walking with Pastor Allison and others in the forefront, Taraji walking in the second row behind him, Old Mike and Tony and others Scattered around to protect.

The Chicago side was very peaceful, and the parade was sparse. After arriving at Grant Park at 6:30 in the afternoon, "completed the mission." Song Ya, who had been photographed enough by the reporters, shook hands with the organizers one by one, "Call again if necessary. I."

"Thanks, good boy." Pastor Allison thanked happily.

Before getting in the car and leaving, Song Ya heard a burst of cheers from the crowd, "What's the matter?"

Old Mike turned on the radio, and the local Los Angeles radio station announced: "The Los Angeles police announced that the dispersal of African-American demonstrators at the corner of Florence and Normandy has temporarily failed..."

"Ho!" Taraji raised his hands to celebrate the victory.

"What's so happy about this?"

Song Ya called Song Asheng, "Tell Chicago Chinatown to be careful and close it early."

"It's closed." Song Asheng raps: "The response from Chicago was unexpectedly strong."

"When the news from the'models' in Los Angeles arrives, it won't be so."

Song Ya knows very well that it is a normal reaction of most Africans to immediately celebrate when he hears the news of the police deflating.

Back to the A+ record, everyone gathered in front of the TV.

An interview helicopter of the National Television of the United States captured a group of blacks dragging the white truck driver out of the car at the intersection of Florence and Normandy. Some people beat the driver lying on the ground like animals, and some climbed into the car to search, and then put the driver on and in the car All the looted items were taken, and the white driver was already lying motionless on the ground after the crowd dispersed. Before long, another motorist was attacked by the same method~www.ltnovel.com~ The helicopter hovered for a long time, but the local police were not seen.

This shocking picture seemed to encourage the local blacks. Later, more and more blacks began to take to the streets. At 8:30, the sporadic fires igniting in the city could already be seen from the aerial view of the helicopter.

"All interviews are rejected."

Song Ya felt a little irritable, and after thinking about it, he dialed Es Cube again, "It seems that things are not going in the right direction, Cooper."

"Uh..." Escobe didn't seem to expect it, "I blame the Mexicans, they got mixed up in the crowd to take advantage of the fire!"

Obviously black people are burning and robbing on TV, "Then you continue to participate?"

"Uh...um..." Escobe hesitated, "I'll probably wait and see in the studio for one night."

"This is the best way. Keep in touch."

Song Ya hung up.