The check was issued by A+ Records. Not only Fergie, but also his own and Dilleair’s installation fees, F150 purchases, and even some out-of-home and family expenses, all went to A+ Records.
Song Ya ticked her finger at her with the check.
Fergie hesitated for a few seconds and walked in from the door.
Song Ya suddenly raised her hand, letting her outstretched hand take it.
"Uh..." Fergie stopped in mid-air and smiled awkwardly, "Boss?"
"What's the hurry, the check is written, and it can't fly away." Song Ya smiled meaningfully and stuffed the check along her neckline.
"You are harassment..." The girl blushed.
"That's right." Song Ya admitted shamelessly this time, put her mouth close to her ear, and said softly: "Otherwise, why do you think I signed you?"
He noticed that the girl wanted to dodge, he put his arm around her waist domineeringly, and directly pulled the person into his arms.
Fergie let out an exclamation, and Song Ya can finally feel that the double share is so soft and comfortable...
She twisted her body uncomfortably, her breathing getting heavier and heavier, but this way, Song Ya’s experience was even better. He held the girl’s chin with his other hand, raised her head, and looked at him. relatively.
From the girl's blushing face to the base of her neck and back ears, she finally lost that shrewdness in her big eyes, leaving only anxiety and confusion.
"I didn't expect you to be so inexperienced, material girl."
Song Ya secretly laughed, scraping her thumb on the cute ditch of her chin, then aimed at her red lips and kissed it directly.
The girl first leaned on him limply, and after ten seconds, she passively released her teeth and closed her eyes.
After a long time, her lips parted slowly, and the girl was a little bit reluctant. She subconsciously stood on her tiptoes and thought about enough. When she realized that she hadn't reached it, she opened her eyes slightly, and found that she was being looked at by Song Ya with a smile. Ya's chest, "You are necrotic."
"All right."
Protected the food, Song Ya was not in a hurry to eat, pointing to the watch on his wrist, "You should go to the stylist."
"Hmm..." The girl buried her head in his arms again, not wanting to leave.
"obedient."
Song Ya pushed Fergie to the door, and met Cathy's eyes again, "Observe, go." He deliberately reached under the pleated skirt and pinched her butt.
"Oh!"
was not what Fergie called. Cassidy forgot to swing, and the flying shuttlecock hit her forehead...
"OohwooI\'marebeljustforkicksnow, Ibeenfeelingitsince1966now......"
Back to the recording studio, Song Ya continued to record songs. Picking up girls is only a seasoning agent, and music is his main business. He distinguished this very clearly.
"Uh...APLUS."
Diley's voice sounded, "Are you handling too cheerfully here?"
"Happy? Are you there?"
"Yes, you seem to be in a good mood today, have you encountered any good things?" Dile asked with a smile.
"Hehe, no, let's continue."
"Okay, pay attention..."
"I know I know."
The recording of this song is progressing very fast. Due to the technical difficulty of the addition of Andrew and Henry and the use of some new equipment, it can almost achieve more than half of the effect of the Columbia Record Studio. Song Ya estimates that it will be completed in a few days. The very high-degree version went to New York, and then quickly launched into the market to catch up with the last train of this wave.
Unknowingly, it was almost early in the morning, "Let’s come here today." Song Ya felt a little tired in her voice. This song has to be sung in a half-truth voice, which is really tiring. Fortunately, he is only ten. At six years old, vocal cords are easier to perform this type of singing than adult singers.
"Why are you here? Where's your sister?" Song Ya pushed open the door of the recording studio and saw Fergie standing outside waiting for him.
"Dangdangdang..." Fergie turned around and showed off her newly bought clothes. A black blouse with slanted shoulders showed her a fragrant shoulder, and a pair of low-rise jeans under her flat belly. The tight cut showed her amazing curves.
"Look, see..." She put on a few more poses, and let Song Ya look at her earrings and belt buckles. The shapes are all pompous and shiny that blacks like.
The brands of these clothes belong to the light luxury category in the United States~www.mtlnovel.com~ They are not expensive products compared to Song Ya now. This is also what he asked the stylist specially when he asked the stylist, otherwise it would be a substance like Fergie Girls can buy it casually, but three thousand dollars is absolutely unstoppable.
"Yes, don't wear that kind of butterfly sleeves anymore, and separate your style from country and adult lyrical female singers."
The personal vocal tutors, stylists and dance classes that Song Ya found for her were all black women, who followed the hip-hop style. If possible, he plans to transform Fergie into a female hip-hop singer. This is also purposeful. The future songs he gets from Apocalypse, especially rap songs like second-hand stores, are very "lively" in handling, that is, he likes to add all kinds of inexplicable "calls" in this era. For example, at the end of a sentence that he sang, he helped to shout "Yeah" or something. Based on the above considerations, he planned to let Fergie join in at an appropriate time to sing that part of the female voice.
Dilai, Andrew and others packed their things in silence, and left one after another.
"Is all the money spent on this set?" Song Ya asked.
"Dangdangdangdang!" Fergie was also very happy today. She jumped out to the recording room again to show Song Ya a lot of clothes she brought. She also got a mobile hanger of the kind used by the crew, and it was all full.
"You brought it up by yourself?" Song Ya exclaimed.
"Of course not, I asked Marvota to help it." Fergie pulled open the transparent plastic outside of a dress, "I still like this one, um, and this one." She tweeted with joy.
"Why don't you wear them to me, just like the costume show when Julia Roberts buys clothes in Pretty Lady."
"Yeah."
"Come to my office."
He helped Fergie enter the office with the clothes rack, and the two changed to the sofa...
Chicago 1990 Chapter 111: Reverse
Song Ya is very satisfied. The decision to sign Fergie is correct. No need to worry about the need to meet her needs, and she also drank some soup.
After the production of Feel? It? Still, he excitedly took the original crew to New York.
"Songs that are very ear-scratching, at least can be ranked in the top three in the songs adapted to PleaseMr.Postman, and the lyrics are also very suitable."
Walter took off his headphones, "Your singing skills have greatly improved, APLUS, compared to the Ifeelitcoming period."
I have been a singer for a few months. This physical talent is not bad, and progress should be made. "Thank you for the compliment, Walter, I still plan to release this song as a single, and strive to be released as soon as possible."
Song Ya had already communicated with Motula on the phone before coming, and Walter would naturally not be embarrassed. "You have to pay attention. The album has no plans, but the singles are released one after another. The large-scale promotion of RememberTheName has not yet started. The release of the song will allocate a lot of resources." He has always said bluntly, "And we don't recommend publishing more than five singles for an album."
"I know, but you said just now, it's very suitable, isn't it?"
Song Ya said that this wave of enthusiasm has given him a lot of benefits. David Letterman's late night show made him more famous in Quanmi and his reputation. A series of affirmative activities showed up, all of which were free publicity at low cost, and singles. I have sold a lot more, don't rub white or rub.