Chicago 1990

I want to know how poor ghosts on the streets may not want to be signed by a big record company, but as a black rapper with a strong grassroots label, they often talk about oppression against the white class represented by big record companies every day and sing In the lyrics, in order to win the recognition of the basic black group, this subtle dilemma is very difficult to deal with,'do dirty work as a sniper for the MCA record', the wave boy and even Rakim can't ignore this matter is widely The negative impact on them after the spread.

Although the wave boy beat Lorry in an open rap battle, and Lorry’s beating is definitely a loss, but as Pablo said, "They are also afraid of us", the rapper and the underground city have not yet taken control The powerful black New York gangs lack the confidence in the already basically formed Chicago drug-trafficking trust GD.

　　 Song Ya's identity is very right and wrong. Rakim, as a veteran rap star who has been around for so many years, is definitely not a fool.

　　 At five o'clock in the morning, Pablo received Song Ya's call and personally brought some compensation conditions to the fluctuation boy, and let the other party go down on the donkey.

　　 "Boy, this is not bad."

　　 Steven saw that the situation eased and was very satisfied, so he took the initiative to La Songya to chat outside the store alone.

　　 "No one wants to see violence happen." This kind of polite routine, Song Ya opened his mouth now.

　　 "Oh, these NGers never let me worry. The black community needs young people like you." Steven yawned, "I'm old, I can't stand it anymore."

　　 "You pay attention to your body."

　　 The two chatted briefly. Old Jones came out and happily grabbed Song Ya's hand, "Thanks to your child."

　　 "Your son is very talented and can make Little Lori like that." Song Ya replied with a smile.

　　 The jazz master is undoubtedly very fond of his son, his mouth is open, "Forget it, I'll thank God if he can change his temper, this time is a lesson."

"correct."

Song Ya did not forget the original intention when he came, "My first MV is missing a heroine, do you have any recommendations? You know, I had a little misunderstanding with the music industry here before, this time I don’t want to Made a mistake."

　　 "The black girls in New York let you pick children." Steven became more satisfied, his eyes changed when he looked at Song Ya, and his mouth began to disappear.

　　 "Yeah!" Old Jones tacitly took over the role of admiration, "Steven is a big man, you are asking for the right person if you ask him here."

　　 "Hahahaha..." Steven smiled and waved his hands again and again, "We are getting old, and we are going out of fashion. From now on will be the era of young people like APLUS."

　　 "I'm out of date, but you are very important to Atlantic Records."

"After all, are you still helping white people? Jones, you used to be more popular than me. Why don't you tell me, you guy, do you remember that time in 1968? The girl I saw in the Atlanta show, Did you climb into your bed later? Huh?"

　　 "Uh, I can't remember clearly."

　　 "You old man doesn't tell the truth."

　　 "Hey! That's you, the hatred more than 20 years ago can still be remembered now."

　　 "You mean I'm stingy?"

　　 "No, no, no..."

　　 The more they talk, the more they lose touch.

"Uh, let me explain in advance that the cost of my MV is very low, and the heroine will not be paid more than four thousand dollars..." Song Ya quickly brought the topic back to business, "One, one is fine, I don't want the agents Fight again."

　　 "Don't worry, you will wait for me to call, it will only be two days." Steven agreed.

　　 After six o’clock, Pablo also came out, he walked up to Steven, "Steven, this time..."

　　 "Take a good look at your little Lori, OK? Don't let this happen to my ears again."

　　 Steven warned him unceremoniously.

　　 "I will pay attention, I promise."

　　 Pablo's posture was very low. He bid farewell to Steven and Old Jones, then blinked at Song Ya and left alone.

Rakim hugged the wave boy who was still resentful and then came out, "Since Little Lori has bowed his head, then this time will stop here. I am very optimistic about you. Next year, I will perform live with the'big professor'. How about giving you a chance to show off on stage?"

　　 The wave boy nodded aggrievedly.

　　 "You bastard, did Rakim give you the opportunity to thank you?" Old Jones began to teach his son again.

　　 "Thank you, Rakim." The wave boy thanked him quietly.

"That's right." Rakim patted his bruised face. "Look, look, this face looks like McCorleon, it's a symbol of honor, don't cry. But seriously, you are not here. The number is terrible, Bouncing boy, boy, KID, who would take you seriously? Is there any other nickname? It’s okay to be on my stage without a loud stage name."

　　 "NAS." Said the fluctuation boy, "They sometimes call me NAS."

　　 "Yeah! The name is not bad." Rakim looked back at the dozens of followers behind him, "Isn't it good?"

　　 "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

　　 Except that Rakim's younger brother was scared the moment he drew his gun, the results were pretty good. Three days later, Song Ya arrived at the second pre-conference of the Ifeelitcoming single MV.

　　 The setting in the simple shed has been set up, the prop master is coloring the foam plastic disguised as a strange rock, the gravel on the ground has been paved, and the curtain for the later addition of the sky effect is also hung.

　　 "APLUS."

　　The MV director is a young white man named Zach Schneider. He handed the revised renderings to Song Ya, "Look at it, is this all right?"

　　 "Something is wrong with the color, right?" Song Ya scratched his head at the color effect of the Meiman style.

　　 "Don't you think this would be beautiful?" Zach Schneider asked rhetorically.

　　 "Uh... forget it, just as planned, Zach."

Song Ya thought for a while and still didn't want to be troublesome. He subtracted the part of the original tribute to the 2001 Space Odyssey, and cut the costly special effects of petrification. At the end of the MV, the two men with helmets who did not know the so-called no longer appeared. Everything is to save money and trouble. The effect was also immediate. The Colombian producer was very satisfied with the budget control, and only occasionally came and took a look. Song Ya's right to speak has increased invisibly, and the new director in front of the command has no problem.

　　 "All right, you have the final say." Zach Schneider was disappointed to go to other things.

　　 "APLUS, that girl is here." The staff came to tell him.

　　 The girl Steven introduced finally came. Song Ya went to the small reception room and saw a black woman waiting inside.

　　 "Hello." He stepped forward and shook hands with the other party, taking a closer look.

Girl, no, a woman in her twenties, she is very thin, nearly 1.7 meters, she can’t see what her figure is under the gray leather jacket, she looks like Song Ya’s hybrid type, a bit darker, with very mixed facial features. The atmosphere is very, very beautiful, but the spirits are very sluggish. Shaking hands and greetings are as soft as if they haven't eaten. They have the same style of Whitney Houston's curly hair, and black hair with some brown hair is also very bad.

　　 "Miss Berry, right?" Song Ya flipped through the other's resume, "Miss Ohio, Miss America, wow..."

　　 "Yeah, just call me Halle." The woman bit her lip lazily at him. "Those are all past tense. I am not tall enough to enter the modeling scene. Now I am just a failed actor."

　　 Song Ya felt that the other party was in a state of sucking something, and her eyebrows curled up, "Are you okay? Why didn't you see your agent?"

　　 "He's in Los Angeles, very busy." Halle replied.

　　 "Did Steven let you come?"

"Steven? Oh, that old man, yes." Hallie looked out of the reception room, took off her leather jacket, and revealed a nearly transparent top with nothing inside, twisting her waist. The models were close, and he said boldly, "How many people do I have to sleep in to get this role?" He blew into Song Ya's ears.

　　 "Also?"

　　 Song Yaxin said that old Steven didn’t expect you to be that kind of person. He stepped back a little and kept the distance, “No, I can call the shots.”

　　 "But the figure is really good, so thin, I didn't expect the convex underneath, should be warped..." Song Ya secretly swallowed.

　　 "You are APLUS, right? Steven asked me to listen to you." Hallie scratched Song Ya's chest with her fingers.

　　 "Are you a drug addict?" Song Ya simply asked ~www.ltnovel.com~ He planned to wait for someone from Colombia to take her to have a urine test. He didn't want to get involved with the drug addict.

"Do not!"

　　 Halle retracted her seductive expression and took her hand away, "I'm just, I'm just recently..." She turned around a little awkwardly, took out a piece of paper from her leather jacket, and handed it over, "Something is wrong with her body."

　　 "Type 1 diabetes..." Song Ya saw that this was a medical examination card.

　　 "And here." Halle pointed to the other columns of the medical examination card. The test results for various drugs and venereal diseases were all negative.

　　 "Hmm." Song Ya nodded.

"Do you believe Steven? If you believe him, you should know that I am your own person. I understand the rules. You don't have to worry about what I will go back and ruin you." Halle started again, and she leaned softly. Song Ya said, "I really need this role. I came to New York to become famous, but now..."

She suddenly began to cry, "But she was a failed actor sleeping in a homeless shelter. All her belongings were a few expensive evening clothes in her bag. She had a sudden illness on the set not long ago. Even the agent didn’t bother to care if I was alive or not. dead……"

　　 "Ahem, your acting is very good, Halle..." Song Ya backed back again and again.

　　 "If I can perform such real-life acting skills, I won't be embarrassed to be like this."

　　 It may be that Song Ya's dodge made her feel very frustrated. She picked up the leather jacket and put it on, ready to go out.

　　 "Where are you going?" Song Ya was a little baffled.

　　 "You didn't like me, what else can you do without leaving?" Hallie replied casually.

　　 "Didn't Steven tell you?"

"Say what?"

　　 "You are the only girl I found. If you can come here, you don't have to sleep with anyone. My MV heroine belongs to you."