"Huh!" Mariah Carey embraced her arms, pouting her head and staring at the ceiling.
"You just let APLUS..." Walter turned around to coax her again, "He is five years younger than you, just treat him as a younger brother. He is naive, so you can't be as naive as him."
"I'm not in the mood to record today!" Mariah Carey took out the record from the turntable and threw it directly into the trash can.
"Then I will record my own." Song Ya put the accompaniment tape back and walked into the recording studio, "I grew up in Chicago, and now I am walking in New York..."
closed his eyes and finished singing the first adapted lyrics in a very good state, and found that Mariah Carey had quietly stood by her side somehow, picked up the microphone and said, "New York..."
"YES!" Song Ya inserted exactly to the beat.
"This concrete jungle made of dreams..."
"Yeah (Yeah~ Song Ya murmured.
"You can do everything from now on..."
"YES!"
"Now you are in New York..."
"That'sright! That'sright!"
The two cooperated perfectly this time, Mariah Carey compromised her singing, Song Ya also dedicated the best rap part.
"Wow!"
Walter’s applause came in, "The effect is very, very good... I even want to make it the final version."
"Humph..." Mariah Carey hummed triumphantly, turned the back of her head to Song Ya, and fluffed her hair.
"How come one and two are arrogant..." Song Ya secretly complained, "Isn't it good to be this way." He took the initiative to say, "Miss Kelly, would I invite you to dinner?"
"I'm tired of eating that French restaurant."
"Would you like to go to Chinatown and eat Chinese cuisine?"
"emmmm……"
"Then I book a seat."
"Bring us too!" Walter shouted outside.
In early April, Song Ya finished the recording work of EmpireStateofMind, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com and Dile and Al stepped onto the NCAA Basketball Finals.
In the United States, this game has even more attention than the NBA Finals, and Sony Columbia will officially start the large-scale promotion of RememberTheName from here.
midfield, both teams returned to the locker room.
The staff pulled the microphone cord into the center of the court.
"Are you ready?"
In the aisle, Song Ya looked at Dile and Al beside him. The two of them looked solemn. Dile kept jumping slightly, like a boxer about to go on stage, and Al simply hit his cheek with his fist. Relieve stress.
"Don't be nervous, small scenes." Song Ya has already experienced a lot of battles and has seen a lot. As a veteran, he wants to comfort the two'new people' instead.
"It's okay, I'm okay," the two replied.
"Check the monitor and headphones one last time." The three checked the monitor tied to the waist behind and the headphones plugging one ear.
"APLUS!" The host has already started to report.
The cheers of the audience exploded, "Dilai! Al! RememberTheName!"
A strong prelude sounded.
"Follow me, Let'sgo!" Song Ya took the microphone from the staff, took the A+ tag on his chest and kissed it, stepped on the beat and rushed into the arena, flipping the microphone switch with his finger, "Youready? "
He raised it with one hand and turned 360 degrees, as if to greet all the audience.
"ready!"
There was no large-scale publicity for this song, and the popularity was not high. Only some audience members responded loudly.
"Let'sgo!"
Chicago 1990 Chapter 121: Detonate the audience
"Yeah! For those, I want to know what kind of people we are..."
The stadium lighting was dimmed, and a few spotlights hit him. Song Ya knew that tens of thousands of people here and countless audiences in front of the TV were watching him, but he was too late to observe the feedback from the audience, concentrate on the performance, and the lyrics The memory emerged, and then followed the beat, popping out one by one from the mouth, "Just like this, 10% luck, 20% skill, 15% will condense..."
The photographer slowly approached the lens, and then pulled it to the floor, "5% pleasure, 50% pain..." Song Ya looked straight at the camera, then lowered his body, his eyes sparked, and his free hand kept making hip-hop gestures.
After singing his own paragraph, "Take it, Al, let\'sgo!"
He pointed the microphone in the direction of Al, and the cameraman pushed the camera along, "What kind of person is he? He never talks much..."
Al completed the task well, and then Dile.
On such occasions, Americans often bring their families with them. There are many minors watching. The three of them carefully dealt with the swearing part and finished the performance cleanly.
After a while, the atmosphere of the scene has been mobilized, "It's like this!" Song Ya raised his hands up and motioned for the audience to follow along, "10% luck, 20% skill..."
The audience also gave a lot of face, many people echoed in unison, the atmosphere of the stadium reached a high point.
After sang a song, the dazzling lights of the stadium reappeared, and he was finally able to see the audience clearly. All men, women and children all stood up and clapped to himself.
"thankyoueverybody!" He finished thanking Dilei, waved out, and the audience above the aisle reached out to him, and he jumped up and gave high fives.
"Very very good! APLUS, wonderful performance! Perfect!" The publicity manager and the stadium manager greeted them with excitement.
"Thank you, APLUS." Dile and Al came from behind, and the three jumped to their chests.
"Good performance." Song Ya fisted them again.
"Maybe this song can be our stadium entrance song." The stadium manager had an idea.
"Talk to him." Song Ya pointed to the person in charge of propaganda and went back to the backstage dressing room.
"Very exciting." Hayden smiled and congratulated.
"YO! Today we detonate the audience!" Al was excited to go around the house, unable to calm down for a moment.
Di Lai turned on the TV, "Very wonderful live performance, from APLUS and his companions, ladies and gentlemen, let's enter a commercial, don't go away, the second half will start immediately..."
"Hey! This guy doesn't mention the names of me and Al." Dile complained to the TV in dissatisfaction.
"Go to MTV station." Song Ya reminded him.
Di Lai switched the channel to MTV, and there was an interview with the three of MTV reporters. They were all well-formed words. The three described the process of meeting and knowing as legendary, and then it was a business talk.
Then, the MV feature film began. The wide-format film-like footage, with slightly shaking shots passing by the dim streets of Chicago's South City, accompanied by a passionate prelude, a large group of black people gathered at the entrance of the underground nightclub, and Song Ya wore a bull hat. , Approaching the camera alone from a distance.
"Hey, Al, are you trying to kill someone?" When it was Al's turn, Dile also noticed that Al's facial expression was a little too hard, and he sang the lyrics viciously toward the camera.
Al lowered his head in embarrassment, but he quickly got the opportunity to fight back, "Dila, you **** are not like me!?"
Dilai appeared in the screen with a disposable paper cup in his hand, and his stiff expression during singing was not much better than Al.
Both of them laughed. Song Ya saw Fergie and her sister appear in the picture. The photographer ‘carefully’ put the center of the picture on their chests and passed by.
Director Zach Schneider cut the footage back to the outside of the underground nightclub. Old Joe stood in front of his extended Lincoln, looking down at the camera arrogantly with his head held high, looking like a successful person and a big music player.