Al in the passenger seat reached out and beat the car horn button twice, ‘duh! beep! ’The car made two huge beeps.
"Have you heard, APLUS is playing the horn, I, big A, not afraid!"
Three cars were speeding on the highway, and the sun was rising from the ground. It was only about 150 kilometers from Chicago to Milwaukee, and it took more than an hour to reach the destination.
"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, we have come to the first stop of the promotion, Milwaukee. Now I will give this to the NAS brothers, NAS, give them a good voice. I? I'm very busy. I want to take APLUS to meet you. A few local brothers, do you think I’m blind? I told you earlier that he can’t do anything without me. Really, when did I blow..."
Big A opened the door of the RV, and saw Song Yazheng, Dile and Al staring at him coldly with both hands, "Program effects, program effects! Just kidding, everything is for program effects, don’t worry about APLUS... …"
There are many parking spaces for large RVs in the city. This is a small gas station. Song Ya's three people changed to a Chevrolet car of Big A, Big A drove, and four people drove into a radio building in the city, and Sony Columbia Records advertised there. The person in charge meets.
"Only interviews with this radio station are available in the morning. In the afternoon, we go to the local TV station to record a show, and then go to the home of the Milwaukee Brewers baseball team in the evening, perform RememberTheName before the game begins, sing the national anthem, and have a kick-off ceremony."
Columbia Records has ample publicity resources in big cities, and there is basically no chance to rest during the day.
"National anthem?" Song Ya was a little surprised, "Could you not sing this? The national anthem of the United States is difficult to sing. I haven't practiced, and I will definitely get embarrassed."
"What should I do? RememberTheName is gaining momentum right now. You are in a critical period of improving your status. It is a rare opportunity to go to you. It is the same for you and the stadium operator. For singers in the past, they must use everything they can use for value. ."
the person in charge of publicity explained embarrassingly.
"Why don't Fergie come to the national anthem, she used to be an adult lyric... and she was also a child star." Song Ya suggested.
"No one knows the California child star... Forget it, all right, it's better than your embarrassment."
The person in charge of publicity called.
Song Ya also called Fergie and asked her to start practicing immediately. Fergie was very excited about the news, "Will the Brewers? Will it be broadcast live on TV? YES! No problem, I used to be in charge of the middle school in California. Sing the national anthem."
"The best, you practice more, but pay attention to protect your throat, after all, it is now in the transition period." Song Ya reminded her.
"Thank you, boss, how can I repay you? Hmm...or at night, the new posture is fine."
"Hey, practice yours first."
Song Ya hung up the phone, went to visit the radio DJ with Da A and others, and then accepted local radio interviews with Dile and Al. The people were very mixed, and Al was too straightforward, but Dile was good at this aspect. The burden of the interview was reduced a lot, and the overall atmosphere of the interview was good.
Big A took money outside to get a black staff member with good local connections. Several people took advantage of the time to let the black man lead the way, and went to several small and medium-sized black radio stations, using the rice knife in the CD. Open the road, basically no disadvantage.
In the afternoon, after recording the TV show, in the evening, a few people met with Fergie and others who came by taxi at the Brewers’ home field.
For the second live performance, the three of them performed more calmly. After singing smoothly, Fergie also won the American national anthem under the attention of everyone.
After the host’s introduction, Song Ya took the baseball handed over by the stadium manager and calmly walked to the pitcher’s hill and waved to the audience first. The audience had a very good impression of him because of the hot performance ahead, and they applauded. Response.
"Huh..."
Most people in the United States have played baseball when they were children. Of course, the original owner of this body is the same. He closed his eyes and remembered, then opened his eyes and stood still, looking at the catcher behind the home base, mixing his breathing, and doing something wrong. How to throw the ball in a standard motion.
The direction is right, and the power is not used properly. The white baseball flies above the catcher's head. It is an absolute bad ball, but the opponent is professional and has not moved his body, so he can easily catch it with just raising his hand.
The applause of the audience sounded instantly along with the whistle. Well, no one would ask too much for a star.
After finishing the task here, a few people rushed to the local nightclub and rushed to two games in one night.
Song Ya’s momentum is different this time. Big A and his younger brother set the way first, and then NAS and Dilleair surrounded him. Fergie put on a baseball cap and put up his collar and followed behind him in a low-key manner. Mighty get out of the car and rush into the back door of the nightclub, no one dared to mess with it.
Big A is fat and bluffing. It’s easy to be seen as a good person. But NAS is different. This guy doesn’t look like a good person. He always keeps his head down and looks around in a nightclub because of his eyes. The large white eyes that turned upside-down, combined with the dark skin, looked like wolves looking only for prey in the dim nightclub environment. Those intermediaries who wanted the money for the black Songya had to weigh carefully.
Two songs a night, income of 10,000 dollars, cash, Song Ya divided it up on the spot, everyone has a different amount, and a few people even filled up with free drinks. During the period, I encountered a local boy who didn't have long eyes rushing to the stage to try to provoke the battle. Song Ya immediately curled his lips and shook his fingers, making an expression that you are unworthy, and let the ‘brother’ NAS take the stage to deal with. As soon as NAS talked and cursed with an explosive sense of rhythm, he directly slammed the other party on the stage in a daze. The nightclub audience gloated at him and ridiculed him. Even if the kid had a thick skin, he was not nearly as close as Lori did. Crying on the spot.
Finally, the group of people returned to the RV drunkly, and the two rested drivers started the car in the dark and drove to the next city.
‘Click, click. ’
Inside the bright caravan, the flash of the camera in Song Ya's hand sounded one after another. Fergie lay on the opposite side while posing various poses while playing with the trumpet he brought out.
"Don't shoot~www.mtlnovel.com~ She blocked the camera with her white toes, and chuckled, "It made me want to vomit. "
"Are you happy today?" Song Ya asked.
"Well, I used to use a fake driver's license to enter the nightclub, and every time I was driven out by the security guards, the team a few hours in advance was in vain..."
Fergie is at the age when she likes to play. Just now, everything she saw in the nightclub was fresh. She wanted to try any wine. She drank a lot. "By the way, boss, aren’t you the chief trumpeter at school? Why are there almost nothing in the song? Few elements of trumpet?"
"Really? I didn't pay attention myself." Song Ya took out the filmed negatives and put them away carefully.
"Yes, I'm a professional..." Fergie crawled to Song Ya, leaning on his chest, both of them forgot the agreement to unlock the new pose, and fell asleep as they chatted.
"Da da, da da da da, da da..."