Mira’s acting skills are indeed not good. After many years of modeling, she seems to have always been posing for POSE, or she just wrinkled her brows coolly, or she showed a variety of sweet smiles, and she was led by Song Ya in the past year. As a singer, there is no time to study acting. What a vivid expression... Song Ya can only say that old man, you think too much.
The two met in a private dance studio on the Upper West Side of Manhattan.
Hayden drove the rented car and took Song Ya downstairs to the private dance classroom. Nearby are places like galleries and theaters where artists gather. The stars come and go and will not be paid special attention, and recently except for Los Angeles Still entangled with Rodney King, the trend in other parts of the United States gradually subsided, and the paparazzi's stalking of the two is not as tight as before.
Song Ya and Hai climbed to the second floor and met Milla's agent and Mrs. Jovovich at the entrance of the dance classroom.
The four of them said hello, "Wait, Milla is trying on clothes." Mrs. Jovovich seemed to be in a good mood. She burst into the dance studio. In the wide dance studio, Milla was surrounded by several people. , They were busy changing the gorgeous rococo dress on Mira, and stopped to discuss it from time to time.
"Remember? APLUS?" Mrs. Jovovich looked down the window and looked at Central Park in the distance. "When Milla auditioned for De Klerk, we could only afford to rent the small and shabby Brooklyn Dance classroom."
"Of course I remember, Mrs. Jovovich." Song Ya smiled, how could he not remember.
"The most difficult days have finally passed." Mrs. Jovovich sighed for unknown reasons, "Those snobbish guys~www.mtlnovel.com~huh, XXXX..." At last she seemed to swear swear words in Mao Zi language. .
"Mrs. Jovovich met the deceased just now." Agent Milla smiled and blinked at Chong Songya.
Song Ya-Nao made up the plot of the child star’s parents being ridiculed and then blushing. He probably feels that eight or nine are inseparable. It is probably the reason why Mrs. Jovovich is in a good mood today.
"Should we also buy a house in New York." Mrs. Jovovich pointed to the opposite side of Central Park and said, "Mila's business is in New York and Los Angeles."
"Upper East Side?" Mila's agent frowned. "It is very expensive, and the purchase and sale of houses that meet Mila's status requires not only the approval of the community council, but also the proof of assets worth tens of millions of dollars. It’s not easy. Old money doesn’t welcome celebrities."
"So troublesome?" Mrs. Jovovich was taken aback.
Mira’s agent replied: "Almost, the old money is of that virtue, but in fact, this place is very good. Many artists and stars buy properties in the Upper West Side."
Mrs. Jovovich glanced unwillingly in the direction of the Upper East Side. She turned to Song Ya and asked, "APLUS, do you plan to buy a house in New York?"
"No, I don't know much about this..." Song Ya, where is the spare money for buying a house now.
"Which side do you think the Upper East Side is suitable for?" Mrs. Jovovich asked.
"I don't know much about real estate..." Song Ya suddenly remembered that Tribeca was mentioned in the original lyrics of Empire State of Mind. Since it was particularly bragging about it, the people who can live there must be rich or expensive, "How about Tribeca?"
"Tribeca..."
The three of them all laughed, "I'm a star and won't live in Tribeca..."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 119: marry
Tribeca is very cheap to buy property, compared to Shangcheng.
Songs from the future may reveal another investment signal, but Song Ya's mind turned around and he gave up temporarily. He knows the group of black rappers too much, so he doesn’t say anything, and sometimes puts words into the end of sentences just for the sole purpose of rhyme……
So Tribeca may be just a meaningless rhyme. He can't take risks for this kind of thing, and it's not that he has not been pitted by Apocalypse.
"APLUS, APLUS? You haven't made less money this year, right?" Mrs. Jovovich asked, "Is it all spent on the Chicago house?"
"Oh, sorry I just thought of something else, I haven't bought a house yet, Mrs. Jovovich."
Song Ya told the truth, "I made some industrial investments."
"ah!"
Mrs. Jovovich chuckled lightly, "Industry...you..."
"Okay, well, let's stop here!" At this time, Mila inside noticed Song Ya's arrival, and she started rushing people loudly, "I won't try, this skirt is big and heavy!"
"Miss, don't move, you'll be fine right away." With a ruler in his mouth, a tailor was squatting in front of her to close the skirt corners stitch by stitch.
"Go away!" Mila pulled her skirt up, and the needle was taken away from the tailor's hand along with the skirt. "Help me take this thing off and smother me." She ordered the others beside her. people.
A few people glanced at each other, all helplessly maintaining a professional smile, helped her take off the skirt, and then carefully held it out of the dance classroom. The tailor was still sucking his finger as if it had been punctured by a needle.
"No way, she is too self-willed." Mrs. Jovovich apologized for Milla and followed them downstairs. Agent Milla gave Hayden a wink, "You young people have a chat. "
Song Ya watched them leave, and just turned her head, Mila leaped into her arms like a bird, and her red lips came up.
Only white cotton briefs and a small waistcoat were left on her body. Song Ya tried her tongue first, and then remembered to close the door of the dance studio, "Be careful not to be seen. We all carry a confidentiality agreement. ."
"Humph!"
She pouted her mouth and turned and walked to the corner. She took out her fitness pants and sweater and put it on her body, "Today you are not allowed to go anywhere except with me." She put on her clothes and came back and stretched out her hand to Song Ya, "Bring it."
Song Ya handed over her phone to her father-in-law, she took it and turned it off, and threw it into her bag.
"So, what dance do you want to dance when you smell the fragrance?" Song Ya saw that there were a bunch of video tapes in the bag, all teaching various duet dances. Mira was looking for him to be her dance partner. She was very angry at the failed audition of the Lamb of Danger, and she vowed not to repeat the same mistakes in the audition for a woman who smelled fragrance. It is rare for her to be so enterprising. Of course, Song Ya must cooperate.
"Tango, if nothing unexpected happens." Mira said: "A broken supporting role audition takes so long, maybe it won't be entered until the end of the year or even next year."
"That's Al Pacino's movie." Song Ya picked out the tango teaching tape and stuffed it into the overhead video recorder.
Both the video recorder and the TV set were hung from the ceiling of the dance room, and the dancers could see them when they looked up.
"That's why I started practicing so early."
Mila stood in the dance studio, "Come on." She raised her right hand proudly.
Song Ya pretended to straighten her clothes, stepped forward with a smile and bowed, then pinched her little hand and kissed the back of her hand, "My honorable lady, is it an honor to invite you to dance?"
"Humph! Not bad." Mila smiled and curtseyed, then raised her hand to let Song Ya hold her waist.
Bright Latin music plays.
Both of them have a good sense of rhythm, and the two men and women on the screen also taught them very carefully. After the initial bumps and bumps between the two, they quickly learned alike.
"I hate Argentines." Mira said suddenly and thoughtlessly.
"Why? Because tango is an Argentine dance?" Song Ya asked.