He doesn't plan to choose people based on his hip-hop ability. Anyway, the difficulty of singing and dancing in the'trumpet' is very low. The people here should meet the requirements, so you can hire someone who doesn't mess with things. "Hmm..." He followed his resume. Looking at them one by one, there is a female dancer with a degree in Chicago’s local art school and a major in ballet. "Just her, gender and resume can make people feel relieved."
"Uh, go out to announce later?" Dile asked embarrassedly: "People who haven't performed yet will be dissatisfied."
"Let's announce it after they finish their performance." Song Ya was also afraid that those people would be unhappy and make trouble.
"boss……"
The two were discussing, Fergie suddenly appeared at the door, carrying a big travel bag, pouting, her expression unhappy.
"Wtf... aren't you in Atlanta?"
Song Ya asked in astonishment, "Who asked you to come back? And you shouldn't have come here. The neighborhood is very dangerous, especially for a white girl like you."
"I'm going out first." Dile put away his resume and left winkingly.
"I came back by myself. Big a said you are here." Fergie entered the door and dropped her bag on the desk. "I will never go to Atlanta again."
"What's the matter?" Song Ya saw tears flickering in her eyes, as if she was wronged.
"They bullied me." Fergie replied.
"Tanny Breston?" Laface Records and Song Ya had a grudge, only Tangny.
"It's not her, it's Lisa, whose nickname is Left Eye." Fergie complained.
It turns out that Laface Records signed a new black girl group called tlc. The three members of tlc as newcomers often have to train with Fergie. Although Laface Records are larger than a+ records, they are only small and medium-sized records. The company has so many resources, and contradictions naturally breed. The bullying between girls is sometimes worse than that of boys, especially when three black girls work together against Fergie and a white child star, it is certain that they will suffer.
Song Ya picked up her cell phone and wanted to call babyface, but she calmed down and gave up. After all, Fergie received the training for free. It was really not good if it affected the training of the other's own artist.
"Forget it, don't go if you don't go. I just want to hire a dance instructor, and you will learn with it."
Song Ya threw the travel bag back to her, "You will take a break here first, and go back together when the meeting is over. Don't run around."
Unexpectedly, Fergie rushed forward and grabbed her neck and buried her head on her chest, "Uuuuu..."
She cried, Song Ya felt a little moist in her chest, "It's alright, just come back, don't cry." He comforted by touching the smooth blonde hair of the other party.
"You are so kind to me." Fergie raised her head, tears in her eyes.
"Don't **** cry, it's the worst for a hip-hop singer to be made to cry. Not only was he upset at the time, he might also be dissed by the other party in the lyrics." Song Ya wiped her tears with her thumb.
Fergie burst into tears and smiled, "You don't know how much I miss you in Atlanta." She said, her eyes showed hot affection, and then she closed slowly, pursing her ruddy lips.
Song Ya naturally wouldn't refuse. The two kissed deeply for a while, and his hand touched the girl's soft buttocks unknowingly.
Exactly holding back for a while, feeling uncomfortable, he walked to the door and probed out.
Al was already ‘watching’ at the corner of the corridor in the distance. The two looked at each other, and Al passed a familiar wretched smile.
He settled, turned around and locked the door...
"This broken dance classroom...huh? The table is good..."
This time it was a bit long. When the two got dressed, Fergie suddenly reached out to him, "The storage fee! It's over!"
"Uh, how come I feel weird when you ask for money..."
When the two appeared on the dance floor one after the other, the interview there was over under Dilei's auspices. The dancers hadn't enjoyed themselves yet, and the music was turned on to the maximum, and they all rushed into the dance floor and started freestyle.
"Pay attention to the time!" Song Ya pointed to the watch and reminded Dilai loudly that the venue is rented and the public security outside is not good.
Dile gave him a thumbs up to indicate that it was all right, and then handed him a glass of wine.
"Aplus!" Some sharp-eyed dancers saw themselves, "Come down and dance together!" they shouted in unison.
"Let's dance together!" Fergie also shouted from the side.
In a good mood, he readily agreed, holding the cup and then twisting his body.
Immediately, a female dancer jumped in front of him, trying to show herself. Seeing that he had no response, she turned her back and performed a reggae-style electric hip dance, getting closer and closer.
showoffthatbodyyougot
you?got?that?dance,?glow?so?hot
you'reworkin’that, youtwerkin’that
you'recheckin’that, likeaclock
"Huh, I will..."
Fergie, who had just been tossed so hard, separated jealously between the two, and jumped up with all her strength.
It seems that he has done a good job at Laface Records. Hip-hop dances in a decent way. He even turned around to imitate the female dancer's electric hip movements.
Their bodies swayed and rubbed with the strong hip-hop music, and the air was full of youthfulness.
can't?nobody?do?it?like?i?do?it
when?i?do?it,?dog?i?do?it
break?it?down, break?it?down,?put?your?back?into?it
man, UU reading www.uukanshu. comyouallain'treadyfortheshxti'mdoing
so?get?up, get?up,?put?your?drinks?down
don't?want?y'all?sloshing?yo'?drinks?out
all?over?that?cheap?blouse
ain't?nothing?but?a?swallow?in?it?anyhow
still?me, still?me,?i?just?changed?the?sound
A few minutes of wide-format images flashed through Song Ya's mind. The rigorous and elegant ballet exercises of men and women in ballet suits were intertwined with the individual and free street dance pictures of the young people on the street...
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"Thank you for coming! I will announce the final candidate separately!"
When the dancers were almost enjoying themselves, Dile stopped the music and announced aloud with open hands.
Song Ya hid in the office and waited for everyone to leave in twos and threes before showing up. Several people helped Mavota put the equipment they brought back into the car. "Dila, I have a new idea again. Let's go back to the studio."
He can’t wait. The eighth apocalypse song showmethemoney is not good compared to other apocalypse songs, but it’s simple accompaniment, not difficult to sing, production speed should be very fast, and it seems to be a movie soundtrack, not even a formal mv, He intends not to release singles like Feelitstill, and put them into future first albums after recording.
"The trumpet song is still recording the accompaniment stage..." Dile reminded.
"The two songs are not released in a hurry. Rememberthename and empirestateofmind will be promoted for a while, but I will record them first when I have free time now."
The trumpet song is more complicated. Song Ya is going to get Sony Columbia Records for later stage, and this showmethemoney he intends to be the first single produced entirely by a+ records independently.
Several people returned to the a+ record, a team of trumpeters were practicing in the studio, and Andrew and Henry sat unchanged in front of the computer in the control room.
"Hey, aplus!"
The trumpeters saw Song Ya stop playing, "We are almost done, just waiting for you!"
"Ok!"
The trumpet is his unique skill. According to his expectation, if there is an opportunity for live performances in the future, he can take the trumpet to show off on stage, so he must participate in the accompaniment recording stage.
"Da da, da da da da, da da..."