Chicago 1990

Out of appearance and performance requirements, the second round of auditions was arranged in a nearby small theater. It was still early to start. The audition singers had already arrived one after another. They distanced themselves tacitly in the dim audience. Xi San sat.

Song Ya silently observes behind the curtain of the stage. Most of these girls are young and beautiful. Most of them have put on makeup. They use a thin coat to cover the clothes that will be on stage later. Some people look around nervously, some are calm. Concentrate on studying the score in his hand. Since SBK only allowed one person to accompany each person, most of the girls' agents were their agents. Several agents who knew each other before the audition started, gathered together to talk in a low voice.

Milla and Mrs. Jovovich are the latest to arrive. Milla is still a combination of Ray-Ban glasses and a baseball cap. It is still the look that no one looks down on, but her walking posture is still a bit awkward, and Mrs. Jovovich Find a seat in the back row.

Saying that Mrs. Jovovich didn't notice the changes after the daughter who was getting along with each other day and night, Song Ya was totally unbelievable, but the other party still chose to ignore it, and was quietly opening the small bottle of vodka according to Song Ya's suggestion. Mira stared at her and took a swig.

It’s true that Milla’s parents are greedy, but unlike the father who lost all his daughter’s money from the age of nine in Los Angeles, Mrs. Jovovich’s mother is greedy. The way of expression is different, the large pearl necklace on her neck looks very dazzling at this time.

　　 At this time, SBK staff came forward and called the girl who was the first to perform in the dressing room.

　　 "It's about to start, let's go over."

　　Daniel led Song Ya and other SBK executives to the first row of the audience. The agents who were talking also returned to their girls, and did not come to disturb them very well.

　　 On time, the first girl came on stage. She was a little nervous, pulling the shoulder strap of the red evening dress frequently, but she hadn't forgotten to keep a sweet smile toward the first row.

　　 The staff handed Daniel a microphone, and the long black audio cable dragged it far.

　　 "Are you ready?" Daniel turned on the microphone and asked. After getting a positive answer from the **** the stage, he gave the microphone to Song Ya.

　　 "Let's get started." Song Ya had practiced what to say in this situation before. Generally speaking, it was simple and concise, "Eric." He looked at Eric on the side of the stage.

　　 Eric gave him a thumbs up.

　　 "5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." Song Ya counted, Eric pressed the button, and the accompaniment of FXXXYOU began to play in the theater speaker, which was the original version recorded by Dile.

　　 "Lookinside, Lookinsideyourtinymind......"

　　 The girl finished singing a song, holding the microphone with both hands, her body was already shaking slightly.

　　 "Don't be too nervous." After Song Ya stretched out his head and glanced left and right, he saw an SBK executive raising his hand and handed over the microphone and passed it over there.

　　 "Uh...Can you deal with it a little bit..."

　　 After the executive made his comments, the person next to him added another sentence. The microphone was returned to Song Ya's hand, and he once again signaled Eric to play the accompaniment.

　　 There were exactly ten singers in the second round of audition, and the seven who directly participated in the second round. Only three were promoted from the first round. Everyone had the chance to sing once or twice.

　　 Time passed slowly, Song Ya felt that the singing styles of all the singers depended on the three singers who were promoted in the first round. It seems that the people behind them are keenly aware of what they like.

　　 The singer that Daniel originally liked came on stage. She is estimated to be over twenty-five years old. She is the oldest of all audition singers, the best singing ability and the most stable typhoon. It's a pity that even without Mila, she was the first to be eliminated in Song Ya's mind. It is still the old problem. All singers who deal with this song too ‘seriously’ have no need to consider.

　　 After singing a song, Daniel took the microphone and made a few comments. He also gave the other party another chance to sing again. He had known Song Ya's heart belongs to him, and doing so was just an explanation of the relationship behind the singer on stage.

　　 Mira is the next one.

Mila came out of the dressing room wearing blue skinny jeans and a denim-style half-length waistcoat. Her shoulders were bare, and a small section of her belly button was exposed. She looked youthful and a little sexy. She didn’t know that Mrs. Jovovich gave her a drink. How many vodka, the usual Mila with a stinky face is gone, now she has a flushed face, and the small expressions on her face are also vivid.

　　 "Are you ready?" Song Ya asked.

　　 Thousands reminded Wan not to reveal the relationship between the two during the audition. Mila still chuckled and cast a wink at herself, and her face turned red.

　　 "Start when you are ready, Eric." Song Ya quickly asked Eric to play the accompaniment.

　　 "Lookinside..."

Mila started to sing, and the special training effect for two nights was very good. Although her singing skills are much worse than other singers, especially the original singers, her lazy and casual style is very ear-catching in this era, especially the sound of flower Q , A level higher than other girls' handling. In the performance, she has been glaring at the audience and biting her lips in accordance with Song Ya's teachings, a completely **** kitten.

　　 Song Ya observed that Daniel kept nodding slightly.

After 　　 sang a song, an executive nearby coughed, and Song Ya passed the microphone over.

　　 "Your lyrics have some English accents, how do you think about it?" the executive asked.

During the special training, Song Ya compared the original accent, plus the reality, did not copy all of them, but asked Mila to add some British style to the word continuous reading and transliteration. The effect is very good. The audience is all in the industry. Veteran, really noticed.

　　 "I lived in London for a while."

　　Mila replied, after all, it was the person who let Song Ya get the song Apocalypse. If Song Ya, a ghetto boy who grew up in Chicago, asked him to use English pronunciation, it would undoubtedly reveal flaws.

　　 The executive nodded and handed over the microphone.

　　 Others made a few more comments, Mira sang again, and then staggered off the stage.

　　 After the ten girls sang, Daniel stood up and said, "The result will be announced before seven," he said concisely.

　　 This was something that had been notified long ago. The girls' agents all signaled to understand that Daniel left the theater and returned to his office, and Song Ya naturally followed.

　　 "Mira?" I don't know how many times Daniel has asked.

　　 "Don't you think she is very suitable?" Mira's performance gave Song Ya the confidence to ask.

　　Daniel curled his lips. "Indeed, your special training is very effective. Go and eat something. I will announce the result at seven."

　　 Song Ya returned to the recording studio and looked at his watch. It was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and Hayden had prepared the Chinese food takeaway with the pagoda logo.

　　 "I will enter the rehearsal session in two days. If nothing else..." Hayden said he was going back to Chicago. He has more than one client under his hand. There must be a lot of things waiting to be handled in Chicago.

　　 "No problem." Song Ya gave him a hug, "This time our New York trip was very successful."

　　 "APLUS..." Lisa knocked on the door and told him that someone was looking outside.

　　 Song Ya followed her out into a small reception room, in which stood an old white man. He had the impression that he was one of the agents of ten audition singers.

　　 "Sorry, it is not convenient for me to see you at this time."

　　 He glanced at Lisa who was about to close the door, turned and left.

　　 "Hey!...Music classroom, do you remember it?" The old man yelled from behind, which was where he gave Mira special training.

　　 Lisa closed the door, Song Ya turned back and stared at the old man, "Are you following me?" He had previously underestimated the intensity of competition in New York, but he had overestimated the bottom line of competition in New York.

　　 "A friend of mine, I saw it by accident." The old man took out a photo from his pocket. It was when Mila sneaked out to bid farewell when he left the music classroom early yesterday morning. The two kissed.

　　 "Your friend's camera is very professional." Song Ya said coldly.

　　 "Daniel said to follow your advice completely, I think my girl is the best choice, isn't it?" The old man was very direct.

　　 Song Ya frowned and thought about it, even if he was found to have dived Mira, what would it be? There are more things like this in the film and recording industry, "I'm sorry, your girl has no chance." He decisively refused.

"what!"

　　 The old man’s laughter was short, "You know, Mira is a minor!"

　　 Song Ya had a black question mark on his face when he heard this, "So?"

　　 "So what!? Are you not afraid of going to prison?" The old man stared at him in surprise.

　　 Song Yaquan understood, and couldn't help laughing, "But I'm the same age as Mila! You are thinking about these tricks..." He pointed to the photo in the old man's hand, "Don't you know how old I am?"

　　 "You too...what!?" The old man finally lost his temper, his face was in disbelief, "You are only fifteen years old!? It doesn't look like it at all, I think you are at least twenty!"

　　 Song Ya touched his face, "Is it wrong for the black man to show his maturity?" Regardless of the old man staying in place, he dropped a sentence, "I hope you won't show up in front of me again." and left.

Halfway down the road, I was stopped by another SBK executive who was wearing glasses and a little shameless. Song Ya saw him in Daniel's office. He was called Robert or something, "APLUS, I think...not bad, how about you?" He reported a girl's name.

　　 Song Ya heard that this Robert was the one who said in the bathroom before, ‘the White House is called the White House’, "I’m sorry, my candidate is not her."

"Hey!"

Robert grabbed Song Ya's arm and stared into Song Ya's eyes sharply, "Work with me and promise you won't regret it~www.ltnovel.com~ and Mila will still get her album, it's an album! This one! The deal is a good deal, otherwise the road between you and her at SBK will be difficult, I promise."

　　 "I'm sorry." Song Ya broke his hand and walked straight away.

　　 At seven o'clock, Song Ya’s pager rang, he dialed back, and Mira’s excited shout came from inside, "MUA! Thank you dear, I love you! MUA!"

　　 "I love you too." He replied.

　　 There was a knock on the door, "I will be very busy here, see you baby in the studio tomorrow..." He smiled and hung up the phone, "Come in."

　　 A strange blond clerk walked in. She was holding a fruit plate, and seeing Song Ya suddenly changed her face, she turned and walked back.

　　 "Send in!" Robert's command voice came from outside.

　　 The clerk hesitated for a while, turned around and put the fruit plate on the table, trotting away with high heels.

　　 "The **** of a bitch!" Eric saw Guo Pan instantly furious, and ran out from the mixer a few steps.

　　 "What's the matter?" Song Ya looked at the neatly stacked slices of watermelon in the fruit plate and did not react for a long time.

　　 There was a quarrel outside, Eric was pushed back by Dile, and closed the door with his backhand.

Song Ya finally remembered that watermelon was planted in barren areas by slave owners during the plantation era to replenish water for black slaves who worked in the sun every day. Later, it was frequently used to promote discrimination against blacks. ...

　　 "APLUS! We can't let him go!" Eric yelled.

　　 "I will tell Daniel."

In this era, beating is illegal, and there is actually no good way to deal with this kind of light discrimination. "Robert, right...I remember you." Song Ya picked up a slice of watermelon, "I actually liked this before." Take a bite, "Huh, before?"