"From the day before yesterday, I was lost. What happened to this world? What happened to the United States? What happened to Los Angeles? What happened between different ethnic groups? All..."
Song Ya opened his five fingers, and gestured with both hands on his head: "I haven't thought about all of this... Frankly speaking, I have only suffered from racial discrimination two or three times since I was young. I never thought about my compatriots. Whether it is black, white or Asian, the hatred is so great. I now know that the world is wrong, but I can’t understand the deep reason. Where is the love between people? Why is there only hatred left? , Indifference, renunciation..."
"In fact, we are APLUS just like you. You are not alone." The hostess also cried.
"Okay, this is the WGN lunchtime news program, please don't go away." The staff urged from the earphones. The male host hurriedly announced the end of the news, and the TV screen cut to the live video of Clark Street.
‘Ifeeltheweightoftheworldonmyshoulder, AsI\'mgettin\'older, y\'all, peoplegetscolder...’
Al sang his own RAP part hoarsely on the stage, "Peoplekillin\', peopledyin\', Childrenhurtin\', youhearthemcryin\'. Canyou practice whatyoupreach, Andwouldyouturntheothercheek? Father, Father, Fatherhelpus, Sendussomeguidance fromabove, \'Cause\people'got , Whereisthelove......" With cast subtitles, the program ended with Song Ya's singing.
"Very good, very profound APLUS."
The director of the column happily came over to shake hands with Song Ya, "Your live performance was also perfect. I was worried that if I let you on the show without getting the script right, accidents might happen."
"No, I'm very professional." Song Ya smiled and shook hands with the two hosts and other staff.
"We have already cut the film for you." The column director pointed to Yeremov who was standing at the entrance of the studio hall.
Yeremov also smiled at Song Yayang while holding the black video tape in his hand.
"Thank you so much."
Song Ya bid farewell to the column team and joined Yeremov, "Send the videotape to Washington BET immediately and hand it to Gordon."
"Have anyone told you that you are good for being a politician?" Yeremov looked at him with admiring eyes.
"Too much."
Song Ya casually dealt with the compliments from the other party~www.mtlnovel.com~ You remember to check the contents of the video tape first, there should be our live version, to match the news screen switching of Los Angeles chaos. "
"I will, by the way, FOX called Hayden just now, and they also want to ask for your song." Yeremov said.
"They are all TV stations that tend to like the party..." Song Ya smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Give it to them, I need to expose it now."
"I think so too."
Yeremov went to work happily, Song Ya returned to A+ Records, three recording studios were working at the same time, Al, Dile, Fergie and CommonSense were all focusing on recording their own lyrics.
"Coffee, Taraji." He walked into the deep ocean studio.
"Do you need a night's sleep? Boss?" Taraji handed the coffee to his hand and said concerned.
"No one is allowed to sleep until the first edition is recorded." Song Ya rudely ordered.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 274: Each have a tendency
"Whereisthelove, Whereisthelove..."
Everyone quietly listened to the fresh first version that had just been mixed, and all turned their attention to Song Ya.
"There are some minor flaws, but let's just do it." Song Ya put down the monitor headphones and curled his lips. "Everyone, go to rest first, and come and record the official studio version tomorrow morning."
The tired subordinates breathed a sigh of relief, but the record industry rushed to work like this, "Thanks, APLUS." CommonSense took the opportunity to thank him. Everyone knows how to do it. As a newcomer who just joined A+ Records, he can participate in this. It can be said that I am very lucky to record the level of songs.
"No, take a break as soon as possible, pay attention to the condition of your voice, and bring your agent over tomorrow."
Song Ya fisted with him. If it was not for the sake of rushing to share the workload, he would not bring CommonSense in. This song still belongs to him. Other singers are co-songs, that is, the feat letters will be written on the record. In the back, I won’t have most of the rights to the whole song.
"Send this version to radio stations everywhere, especially in Los Angeles."
Song Ya said to Taraji, "Has Hayden arrived in New York?"
"Here." Taraji took out his cell phone to call Hayden, and then went to work on her task.
"Hayden, what did Motula say? Did he watch the WGN news just now?"
"I watched it with him." Hayden replied: "He likes this song very much and agrees to release your first album as quickly as possible."
"Yeah, but the cover will need to be changed, and a question mark will be added to the ground in front of my silhouette to make it prominent."
Song Ya recalled the symbols that appeared in the original MV countless times in his mind, "Cooperate with the mood of my song."
"So the title of this song is right? Put it first on side A?" Hayden asked.
"Yes, I don't know how long this wave of enthusiasm can last. Sony Columbia Records is more professional than us in terms of publicity. You can discuss it with them, but it must be fast!"
"I know!"
Hayden was in New York, Yeremov went to Washington, and Song Ya also left the studio.
The premiere announcement war suddenly began. The newly recruited staff were running together in the chaos, and complaints such as "Why is this document not ready" and "Where did my copy go?" Song Ya really likes this rough and vibrant atmosphere.
"Mr. APLUS, Mr. APLUS."
Seeing his passing staff greeted him one after another, he was a little tired, and he just nodded casually and walked into the office. There would be new news coming from outside at any time, and he could only make do with sleep in the office.
"call……"
He turned on the radio and lay on a sofa that was much wider and luxurious than the old A+ record. He let out a long sigh of relief.
On the whole, his president’s office maintains the modern and minimalist style of the overall decoration of A+ records. There is no animal corners or dark solid wood furniture in the old place. The walls are mounted with large posters of several singles he released and some waves. Pufeng's posters.
The owner’s desk is the furthest away from the door, and behind it is a glass curtain wall overlooking the city of Chicago. The desk is placed on the desk with him and Senate Gore, Donkey Party whips Underwood and his wife, Chicago Mayor’s assistant Michele and his wife, New York City A group photo of Dingkins, Mandela and others, and of course, a group photo with family members.
In the honor corner of the office, he has the Grammy trophy, AMA trophy and other large and small honor certificates, and the other is some furnishings such as bookcases, file cabinets, safes, and singing cabinets. The large open areas have not been Filled, so he also made a mini golf course and set it up first.
"My dear." Fergie opened the door lightly, "Don't you think my lyrics are a bit lacking? Just a complete sentence of Whereisthelove, thelove, mylove, and the others are short harmonies."
"Uh..." Because of time constraints, Song Ya didn't think so much when assigning lyrics at the Chinese restaurant, and only assigned the task according to the part of the original MV that belonged to her. "It's already good, what do you want? Just like the chorus. A few words."
"Give me some RAP part, I have also practiced it now..." Fergie learned a few paragraphs, and she did look alike, and her voice was powerful and recognizable.
"Okay, okay, don't make trouble, I'm tired, let me go to sleep first." Song Ya casually confided, this girl seems to be popular in the future, but she has changed the course of history, is it possible to have a counterproductive effect on her?
"Perhaps put him together in the original MV?" Song Ya muttered in his heart. In fact, the black lead singer in the original MV has a familiar feeling to him, but he just can't remember where he has seen it, "If I Just know how to draw, draw all the portraits in the Apocalypse MV, and then secretly find and sign into the A+ record?"