Chicago 1990

The crew of 　　 was off the next day. On a closed beach, Song Ya lay comfortably on a sun lounger, allowing Mira to apply sunscreen to his back.

　　 Seeing that he was about to fall asleep, "I'm tired." Mira slammed the bottle of sunscreen lotion and got a little temper.

　　 "You only served me for five minutes!"

　　 Song Ya took off her sunglasses, turned over, and looked at the big white girl in a three-point bikini in front of her, "I stood outside for two hours yesterday!"

　　 "Who knew they would celebrate for so long."

Mila pouted and lay down beside him, took the music box from the small wooden table, and twisted the clockwork. The "Masked Ball" from the recently popular musical "Phantom of the Opera" is the same music in the opening music box. The dance accompanied by the two masked villains slowly sounded.

　　 Peace...

　　 Song Ya couldn't help comparing Halle's hot figure, "Do you like it?" he asked.

　　 "You have a heart." Mira proudly played with the music box.

　　 "Ahem." Mrs. Jovovich wearing a big Hawaiian straw hat came over from a distance.

　　 Song Ya looked away from Mila's chest and looked at the magnificent blue sea and silver sand of the South Pacific in the distance.

　　 "Mila, pay attention to sun protection, or you will be scolded by the director again."

Although Mrs. Jovovich no longer takes charge of Milla’s brokerage affairs, she is still Milla’s manager. Anyway, where Milla is, she is wherever she is. Pull the malicious man.

　　 Of course, Song Ya himself is not included among these people.

　　 "APLUS, when are you leaving?" But since Mira became popular, Mrs. Jovovich's attitude towards Song Ya has become increasingly cold.

　　 "Tomorrow, my new single will go on sale after Christmas, I want to rush back to do publicity." Song Ya replied.

　　 "Mila will return to SBK to record the remaining songs of the album after making this movie." Mrs. Jovovich hinted.

　　 Song Ya grinned, the sun was too dazzling, he put on his sunglasses again.

"Look."

　　 Mila handed the music box to her mother, "APLUS gave it to me."

　　 "Children's stuff, oh!"

　　 Mrs. Jovovich sank her hand holding the music box, "Is it gold? What brand?" She looked carefully.

　　 "It seems to be called... REUGE or something or a limited edition." Song Ya recalled Hayden's explanation, "I don't know what to give away. Mira's sponsors are getting more and more."

　　 "I have heard of this brand."

　　 Mrs. Jovovich’s attitude has changed a bit, "In fact, we have been very cautious in receiving advertisements recently. We will reject all brands below CK for Mira. APLUS, is your new song convenient for me to listen to?"

　　 "He wrote it to me." Milla hurriedly took the CD player on the table in her arms.

　　 "Mira..."

Mrs. Jovovich pulled out the Walkman from her hand, put on the earphones and listened for a while, her face looked ugly again, "You two...Ah! Don’t let outsiders know that this song was written for Mira ."

　　 Ifeelitcoming lyrics are indeed a bit explicit, "Don't worry, Mrs. Jovovich." Song Ya picked up the juice and took a sip.

　　 Mira also followed him and drank juice.

　　 "Okay, okay, let's play, don't leave this beach to let the crew see it."

　　 Mrs. Jovovich reluctantly put down the Walkman and picked up the music box, "This kind of pure mechanical thing is most afraid of sand. Really, I will take it back and help you put it away."

　　 The two watched her leave and laughed at the same time, Mila climbed onto Song Ya again.

　　 "Did you know? I feel a bit like your cowboy on call now. I was in Yellowstone Park last time. After finishing the work, the mission is over." Song Ya hugged her and complained.

　　 Mila chuckled.

Song Ya’s words are not entirely joking. Last night, he was alone in the sea breeze for two hours, and was bitten by mosquitoes. He could only watch the crowd in the brightly lit room and the crew was lively and opened for Mi. As he celebrated his birthday, he felt that the strong and weak relationship between the two of them had changed unknowingly. This feeling was very bad.

　　 He still likes the feeling of pressing Mira who has passed the audition against the wall in the bathroom of the music classroom.

After finishing his tiring trip to the South Pacific, he returned to New York and immediately found a way to visit Steven, Old Jones, and Rakim, who are not familiar with the most influential figures in the New York black music scene. The theory of bringing goods just happened to be put into practice on my new order.

Through Rakim, he got in touch with the singer and producer of Rakim's nickname "The Big Professor". He is a member of the hip-hop group MainSource as a member of the wave boy (now called NAS). , Will also issue the first single and the first album next year.

　　 Based on interests, the two parties reached a simple peer-to-peer exchange agreement. They are responsible for contacting black DJs in New York and New Jersey to help Song Ya’s new singles. In return, Song Ya will also support the recordings of the ‘Great Professor’ in Chicago and Detroit.

　　Of course, the current Song Yake can't direct the black DJs in Chicago and Detroit, so as soon as he finishes the New York affairs, he rushes back to the cold Chicago without stopping. Next to A+ Records, isn't there a ready-made black DJ?

　　 "YO!"

　　 Haven't gone to him yet, and I didn’t know Song Ya’s ‘Big A’ eagerly greeted him, "APLUS! I heard you signed with Sony Columbia?"

　　 Song Ya played with him, "Yeah, it's a big A, the news is really good."

　　 Big A sniffed triumphantly, and then pointed to his nose, "I am a dog nose, and I can't hide anything from the music circle. How's your time in New York? You've been too deserted during this time."

"Yes."

　　 Song Ya clashed with Dile who came out of A+ Records again, "The small record company can't help it."

　　 "Hey, Dile, do you want to sue me?"

　　 When Big A saw what Dile was trying to say, he just hired him first, "APLUS, I slept a few girls who came to you to find opportunities. You won't blame me?"

　　 "It's okay."

　　 Those girls should have been fooled by the big A, like the tuner that Eric taught, the big A must be a master of this class, and she was asleep, so what can Song Ya say.

　　 "Yeah! That's it!"

　　 Big A was so happy to pat Song Ya on the shoulder~www.ltnovel.com~ I told Dilei earlier that there is nothing to be angry about. He is white and does not understand the rules of our black brothers. What do you think of sleeping with a few girls? "

　　 It seems that the two have been awkward about this. Song Ya gave Dile a wink when he went back. Dile shrugged and walked into the A+ record.

　　 Song Ya followed the big A into his small office, "My new professional needs help." He is straight to the point.

　　 "Wrap it on me." Big A patted his chest straight.

　　 "You help me contact as many black DJs as possible, can you contact people in Detroit..."

　　 The two chatted for a long time. Although the big A likes to brag, but he has been in the DJ industry for so many years and is an out-and-out senior master.

The big A knows everything, Song Ya probably got the bottom of the relevant market, what level of DJ needs to pay, those DJs are GD’s own, which belong to the GD alliance gang, which DJs are GD’s rival gang, these are all It's something that can't be treated carelessly. He doesn't want to take the cash to bribe the DJ and get into the hostile territory.

　　 Big A also promised to take him to Detroit to find acquaintances.

　　 "Can you give me the radio for your Chicago debut?" Big A asked at last.

　　 "No problem, who told us to be tired of logging." Song Ya agreed.

　　 "By the way, your debut must be in GD's venue." Big A said again.

　　 "GD's place?" Song Ya hadn't heard of such rules.

　　 "Otherwise? This is the best way for you to be considered yourself by the GD brothers."

　　 "Where is the field?"

"You do not know?"

　　 "I really don't know."

　　 "It's in the underground nightclub opposite to Old Joe Music!"