The seats on both sides are right next to each other. Maybe the concert organizer who provided the tickets thought the two sides had a good relationship. Quincy Jones sat down next to Song Ya, "Tomorrow night is the Grammy Awards. You should be in New York now. , Not here."
"I did not perform on the Grammys, so there is nothing to prepare in advance." Song Ya replied.
"Aha, that's not a good sign young man." Quincy Jones said, "By the way, did you vote for Will Smith?"
The combination of Will Smith and djjazzjeff, which he praised, was nominated for the Rap Group of the Year Award this year.
"Of course, what about you? Must also support me, right?" Song Ya asked rhetorically.
"Haha, that's natural." Quincy Jones smiled brightly. "To be honest, what you made made the black judges brainlessly support you and Miss Kelly's annual single award public opinion, which made us a little bit uncomfortable. Troubled."
Song Ya replied: "Really? I don't remember that I did that. In fact, bet's report is not very responsible. Johnson should not believe the rumors made by the so-called insiders."
Quincy Jones' facial muscles moved, "Yes, he should go deeper and return you to innocence, instead of throwing this thing behind you once."
"Are you dissatisfied with what he did?"
"How come, he is the light of the Negro."
"Why do you say that? Aren't you also the black light? You used to be the producer of j. It's a pity that you didn't continue to cooperate."
"I have created too many singers, j is just one of them to me."
"Build? J was popular a long time ago, right?"
"He became famous too early, so he was so arrogant. If he can change his temper, maybe he can get a few more Grammy Awards. You must remember his lesson."
"Haha." Song Ya smiled lightly: "I would rather win a few Grammy awards, and then be as red as j."
"Don't give up so lightly, young man, be careful not to lean on it."
"Indeed, so I won't give up."
"That's good……"
The two were very angry with each other, and at the same time they lost their ability to talk, and turned their eyes to the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen……"
Barenboi came to the stage in a tuxedo, and his demeanor. Song Ya secretly marveled at the change of the old man’s temperament in different environments. When he first met, he thought the other party was just an old-fashioned conductor. The second time he saw him in the practice field. When facing each other, he was passionate and severe, as if he was twenty years younger. On the stage now, holding the baton in hand, facing the audience below, it has the majesty and nobleness of a king.
Perhaps, as a traverser who relies on apocalypse, a layman, he is destined to be unable to the rich and treacherous inner world of these real artists~www.mtlnovel.com~ During this time, he has heard of a gossip about the other party, Barenboi and In a conversation with his wife, the British national treasure cellist Du Pree, Du Pree asked him:'When I no longer play the cello, will you still love me? He replied: "If you don't play the violin, then it's not you."
Unexpectedly, Du Prey later suffered from multiple sclerosis and couldn't play the cello.
And Barenboi really left her, and in the last days of her life tormented by illness, she formed another family outside...
Thinking of this, Barenboi smiled and gestured to himself. He realized that a photographer was carrying the machine facing him. He immediately reminded Fergie with his elbow, and then the two raised their hands lightly. Applaud lightly and smile in return.
Quincy Jones beside him gave himself a puzzled look.
Barenboi turned around, raised his hands, then the baton dropped, and the concert prelude: the game of power played brilliantly.
The deer was crowned, the lion and the wolf surrendered to worship.
The Chicago Symphony Orchestra is a world apart from the previous middle school orchestra. The two-minute symphony was completed in one go. It did not lose the original version in Song Ya's mind. The first wave of applause broke out in the concert hall.
Song Ya tilted her head slightly to observe the facial expressions of the audience behind her. Well, it seemed to have a good response, not entirely out of courtesy.
"Boy, see you at the Radio City Music Hall tomorrow." After listening to the entire performance, the audience began to leave, Quincy Jones stood up and reached out to Song Ya.
"See you tomorrow." Song Ya held his hand, "I hope we all gain."
"Haha, young people must have a stable mentality, otherwise the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."
"It doesn't matter. Someone gets a trophy, while others get disappointed. It's fair."
"Very good, very good." Quincy Jones withdrew his hand. "See you tomorrow."
"see you tomorrow."
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 256: Grammy Night
itisntfair
itisntright
ifitsreallgone
thentelltonight
ifitsover
ifitsover
letgo...
The extended car parked quietly not far from the Radio City Music Hall. The car’s stereo was playing Mariah Carey’s ifit\'sover, which is also the piece she will perform at the awards party. She sat opposite Song Ya I was closing my eyes, listening intently to the song while humming to find feelings.
This year, there seems to be a problem with the organizer's scheduling. The stars who are going to walk on the red carpet are stuck in their cars. The car in front of them does not even move, so they can only wait here. In addition to the two in the wide car, there were the assistants of both parties and the staff of Sony Columbia Records. In order to prevent others from discovering the abnormality, the two tacitly reduced the communication. Song Ya did not want to disturb her practicing singing, so she silently cast her eyes on Outside the window.
There was a burst of noise near the red carpet in front. Fans shouted the names of their idols. Most of them came from the screams of female fans, and occasionally the rough voices of some big masters, such as now...
"Mira! Mira!"
Mila, who has a lower coffee position than the two, set foot on the red carpet earlier. This is her first time to participate in the Grammys. The preparations for sbk seem to be doing well. Listen to the volume. There are many fans on the scene, many male fans. Cheer up for her, "You are the best!"
Song Ya noticed that Mariah Carey’s singing had stopped and looked at the other person. As expected, she was smiling to herself, “The Los Angeles battle is very exciting.”
Other people in the car, such as her assistant and Taraji, couldn't help but chuckle.
Everyone thought she was joking, only Song Ya tasted a little sourness in her eyes and tone, "Little girl is like this, immature." First smiled and looked at her, and then his eyes fell on her chest. Before, then quickly moved away.
"Humph." Mariah Carey shook her head and continued to hum, but she adjusted her sitting posture a little so that Song Ya could see more of her chest in this direction.
The traffic finally started to move forward. After a while, many fans can already be seen before the red carpet. Some reporters will take a look at this side while taking pictures of the red carpet.
The two assistants began to help with the final finishing, clothes, makeup, everything should be as perfect as possible.
The car stopped in front of the red carpet, the two bodyguards were in place, and the old Mike pulled the car door outside. Song Adam stepped out first, waved in the direction of the fan holding the aps brand, and then turned back, holding it very gently. Mariah Carey stretched out her hand to help her get out of the car.
"Aps! Mariah Carey!"
The fans of the two began to shout loudly, Mariah Carey slightly widened the distance between the two, holding Song Ya's arms in a less intimate manner.