In front of so many people, the director must be respected. Song Ya returned to the original position, and Dile played the accompaniment again...
In the last shot, the photographer followed Song Ya all the way into the door of the underground nightclub. From then on, the rest of the MV will be transferred to the A+ record for shooting. Zach Schneider will use editing techniques to keep the MV from losing continuity.
was busy until the early morning, ending the shooting outside the underground nightclub. The next day, Song Ya held a party at A+ Records.
The A+ record place is too small. Song Ya asked Goodman to get the owner of the building and rented half of the public space on the fourth floor from him. It was still at night. After all, there were other companies working here during the day.
"YO!" They both share a big A. He and his little brother both deliberately stunned them, "When does the shooting start?" He rubbed his hands in excitement, looking like he couldn't wait, "I'll find it today. There are not many girls, you said you don’t want too many people."
"Thanks, no way, this place is too small." Song Ya fisted him, "Wait a moment, I will notify you when the shooting starts."
He first walked to the public space rented on the fourth floor. The professional service company he had worked with had already set up the bar. Many men and women were drinking and hooking up. When Song Ya came in, the crowd was in a commotion.
"Hey, APLUS!"
"Hi~"
Everyone greeted him enthusiastically.
"Is the wine still satisfied?" Song Ya chatted with them, "What should I do when the shooting starts, don't look at the camera, OK?"
After getting a satisfactory answer, he walked to the A+ record. Whether it was Big A’s radio station or his own record company, they were full of people, each holding their wine glasses and gently twisting their bodies with the music, seeing him, the same The greetings keep on.
Song Ya kept repeating the instructions just now. There is no way, but the producer has praised Haikou. By the time the film has been used too much and the budget has exceeded the budget, everyone will not look good.
"Andrew, Henry!" He walked into the control room, and the two technical houses were calm, sitting in front of the computer and discussing something at this time, "Have you seen the desk?"
After getting an affirmative answer, he said: "We will come in and shake hands with you when the shooting starts..." He stretched out his hand, "It's not this kind of handshake, it's this way." Teach the two of them to shake hands in a way that resembles a black wrist wrench. , "You look at the computer screen and pretend to be busy, wait until I stretch out your hand and then look back and smile and shake hands. Do you remember this handshake?"
"We are indeed busy." Andrew laughed.
"Let's take a rest, today is the body." Song Ya also smiled.
After communicating with the two, he walked outside his office. The original furnishings in the small space were moved into the office and piled up. The billiard table that was placed against the wall in Big A was placed back. Several men and women were playing. Playing billiards.
"Fergie, you..." Song Ya was satisfied with their concentration. The corner of her eye swept to Fergie who was standing in front of the arcade playing Pacman. He walked over, and Fergie's sister was holding a wine glass and watching.
"How do you dress like this?" He asked the two of them dissatisfied.
Fergie wears a polka dot butterfly sleeve shirt today, while his sister Dana still wears her home, with an old-fashioned light green coat outside.
"Ask her." Fergie twisted the joystick with a displeased face, and replied quietly. It seemed that she was not satisfied with her current dress.
"What are you doing?" Song Ya shook the coat of this nearly 30-year-old ordinary woman. "Are you from the US? This is a body, you two wear this and wait for me to shoot my MV? Look at other people..." He pointed to the girls playing billiards over there. All of them were gorgeous. One girl’s short skirt was so short that whenever she leaned down to hit the ball, people behind could clearly see the inside. Briefs.
"She's still young..." Dana said with confidence.
"I don't wear it like this for kids, I don't believe you didn't see a party there in Hollywood? Go and change!" Song Ya said sternly, "I still have time, I'll wait for you."
Dana couldn't help but walked out holding Fergie's hand.
"Don't make me dissatisfied anymore!" Song Ya shouted to their backs: "Otherwise Fergie don't want to live with me!"
Fergie turned her head behind her sister, smirking and blinking at Song Ya.
"Boss." Mavota found Song Ya, holding a extinguished leaf roll in his hand, "Someone secretly smoked this in the bathroom."
"FXXX!" Song Ya rushed to the bathroom, where a young black man was cursing.
"I am a clean body! Haven't I notified?"
Song Ya yelled against his forehead, and the other party soon persuaded him, lowering his head and dodge his gaze uncomfortably.
Song Ya stretched his hand directly into his pocket, and found another small bag, and threw it into the toilet along with the one that Mavota'captured', and flushed it away, "Don't mess with me~www.mtlnovel.com~ wait for the MV I don’t want to see anyone come up with this when shooting starts!"
Doing all of this personally, Song Ya finally settled for a while and informed Zach Schneider that the shooting could start on time.
Not long after, Sister Fergie also came back. Her sister wore a slightly conservative evening gown, but it was okay. Fergie was a low-cut short one-piece dress. In order to compensate for her height, she stepped on a pair of high heels. High heels, more and more highlight the **** figure beyond the age. It's a pity that there is still a thin shirt underneath, and she still pouting her mouth unsatisfactorily, asking Song Ya with a bitter face for help.
"Go into my office and take off this one inside." Song Ya went over and said directly.
"Mr. APLUS." Dana protested in a low voice.
"There is no need to add Mr. Dana behind APLUS. Dana, singers, especially female singers have always been in the forefront of fashion. I don't want people to say that my record company can't even package the artists. The MV will be released in the future. , Would you like to see the entertainment tabloids mocking Fergie's rusticity? And I'm actually not satisfied with this short skirt. Even today, I will find an image designer to buy a few sets for her. "Song Yayi finished the lesson strictly. The other party took out the office key from his pocket and handed it to Fergie, "Go inside and change it."
"Thank you." Fergie took the key and jogged into the office happily.
Not long after, she reappeared in front of Song Ya, the white mountains towering under her low-cut skirt, being pushed out of a deep gully.
"That's right."
Song Ya satisfactorily accepted the key she returned, gestured outside to give Zach Schneider a thumbs up when he was ready, and slapped a few chins vigorously, "Everyboby!" attracted everyone's attention, "remember the name!" The MV shooting has officially started!"
Chicago 1990 Chapter 108: West Coast Tour
"Boss, boss? APLUS!"
Song Ya was awakened dazedly by the knock on the door.
"Huh... what time is it?"
Sit up from the sofa and wiped his face to wake him up quickly. Yesterday’s MV shooting went well. He was happy for a while and accidentally drank too much. Now his head is still a little groggy, he opened the door and took Song Asheng. Let in.
"It's ten o'clock." Song Asheng handed him a cup of coffee, "Marvota asked me to bring it to you."
Good staff, Song Ya, look outside. The cleaning staff of the service company is cleaning. Mavota lifted the heavy pool table by himself and was about to put it back against the wall.