"APLUS?" Daniel in a white suit happened to pass by. He was a little surprised when he saw Song Ya, "I didn't expect to meet you here."
A character of his level would naturally not expose the relationship between the two. "Talking?" He offered it.
"Ok."
Song Ya was also surprised that he came to Los Angeles to attend the party in person for giving Mila face. The two walked to the corner of the garden outside. There was a small round table and a few chairs. Several SBK executives were sitting there. Chatting, getting hints from Daniel, one after another left with excuses.
Only two people are left to face each other individually, "Your new song is very good, I regret it now. With this momentum, it shouldn't be big to post a special question within a year?"
"Humph, who told you to ignore people at the time." Song Ya secretly complained.
"I don't know. I have only prepared five songs so far, it's still too early to make an album." Song Ya told the truth, he has nothing to hide from Daniel, who is very well-informed in the industry.
"Be careful with Motura."
Daniel began to put his eyedrops on, "I predict that your first album is about to reach the point of seven or eight songs, and he should start working on your A+ record."
"Oh? How to say?"
Song Ya pretended to be very interested, but he was actually very wary of the other party's remarks. He could clearly remember the other party's fudge skills.
Daniel shrugged, smiled unpredictably, without giving an explanation, "If I am unfortunate enough, you just need to remember that the door of SBK is still open for you."
Song Ya made a comparison between the two. Although Daniel has helped his outlook on life a lot, he still prefers Motula. At least the other party has shown true feelings for Mariah Carey, and Daniel It's too hard to be seen through.
The two sides changed the subject tacitly and talked about things in California. Daniel did not come to Hollywood specifically for Mira. His goal was Janet Jackson. This is no secret in the industry. To MJ’s sister, it is also recognized as DIVA. , The competition between major record companies has come to the final stage. Motula seems to have mixed up in it too, but Sony Columbia is out soon, the Jackson family does not want to put the eggs in a basket, and Motula already has Mariah Carey, he is not motivated to chase Janet Jackson .
"Will SBK be the winner?" Song Ya asked.
"It's hard to say, we are working hard." Daniel said.
Song Ya knew that the other party would not reveal this core secret to himself, "I wish you success." He raised his glass to signal, and the other party also raised the glass, "For your first singles chart champion in your life next week."
Since the other party has said so, he must have known the changes in the singles chart rankings in advance. After all, Song Ya currently ranks first in his portfolio of Wilson sisters and Phillips.
"Thank you." Song Ya suppressed his excitement and drank the wine in one cup.
People in the fashion circle, people in Columbia Pictures, people returning to the Blue Coral Reef crew, people in SBK, and people in William Morris, Milla’s social circle in Hollywood is basically this, a few all white people, and Song Ya was not very familiar with it. After bidding farewell to Daniel, UU read www.uukanshu.com, he got together with Hayden and Yeremov, chatting in a systematic way to pass the time.
"SBK has a rival." Yeremov has some understanding of the recent battle for Jeanne Jackson. "With the same British background as EMI, Richard Branson, the owner of Viking Records."
"That's the hippie owner of Viking Airlines?"
Song Ya asked, he was very impressed with this person. As a billionaire, he appeared in the entertainment news twice in three days. He had a maverick style and often made some weird remarks. The media in the US like to take the comic character Iron Man. Tony Stark compares with him, both are rich men, both have a high exposure rate, and both like to make trouble.
Unlike Tony Stark, the second-generation ancestor, Branson was completely self-made, and is even more legendary in the United States, which advocates personal struggle.
"Ladies and gentlemen." Mrs. Jovovich’s voice came from the second floor. She triumphantly stepped aside. Mila appeared in the crowd wearing the rococo-style gorgeous dress that she tried in the dance classroom last time. In the eyes, Fenghua is peerless.
Everyone applauded for the prone hostess, Mila held on to the handrails of the stairs, smiling and stepping down the stairs.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 131: Jungle fever
"Don't do it..."
"Oh, the skirt is layered layer by layer. It's useless if you lift the skirt. Look, right? Believe it..."
"I can't take it off, at least two people help..."
"Hate, don't make it crumple."
In Mila's bedroom on the second floor, Song Yahou hurriedly circled Mila, using all his energy to deal with that nasty skirt.
"fxxk, it is a legacy of the Middle Ages!" He could only give up cursing, and then stroked the top of Mira's head with his hand.
"I don't want it, this skirt is too hard, I won't breathe when I kneel down." Mila still refused.
Song Ya touched her waist. Sure enough, it was hard, and it would make a sound similar to hard leather.
"I..." He collapsed helplessly on the bed.
"Hahaha, you looked so funny just now." He was frustrated, and Mira laughed happily instead.
"Mira?" Mrs. Jovovich's voice appeared at the door from far and near, "Mira, don't let the guests wait too long."
"I will come out now."
Mila responded loudly, and then took Song Ya's hand, and tried to pull him up, "Not today, next time..."
"Ugh!"
Song Ya stood up and held her in his arms. The two of them were tired and crooked for a while, and Mira ran to the dressing table to quickly touch up the makeup, and then wiped the lipstick mark on Song Ya's mouth with a makeup remover. Go open the door.
Song Ya hid in a blind spot behind the door.
"Oh, you young people."
Mrs. Jovovich knew that Song Ya was inside, she complained, and then carefully helped Milla check her skirt, and the conversation between the two became more and more distant.
Song Ya only then went out and didn't see anyone in the corridor before stepping out to help Mira close the bedroom door.
There are so many paparazzi and reporters outside. Of course, he can't stay overnight. When the party was in the middle and late stages, he greeted Mira and left.
"fxxk! These **** paparazzi!"
Not long after Hayden started the car, a motorcycle swayed behind him in the rearview mirror. Song Ya had to cancel the Halle phone number that had been dialed on the mobile phone. There was an evil fire, and there was nowhere to vent.
"How is Los Angeles now?" he asked Hayden.
"What did you mean by Rodney King? It's still the same, and the dissatisfied continue to be dissatisfied...c is a cable station, and the subscribers are far less than the three wireless news stations. The reversal screens broadcast by his house have fewer people. However, the three news stations continued to choose to play the original version after learning that there was a reversal video. The black affirmative organization did not think it was the case, and is still supporting Rodney King. At present, it has to wait until the four police officers. Only when the results of the trial come out will things go down."
The U.S. trial procedure Song Ya knows that once it enters the see-saw, the time will be extremely long, and you can't expect the results in the short term.
Hayden smiled after talking, "They shouldn't be for that. You are very popular recently. The bulletin board singles chart has been three consecutive weeks before five, and the streets and alleys are playing rememberthename."
"No matter what it is, get out of this horrible place, be watched by paparazzi. I can't do anything in Los Angeles."