The branch executives pushed Fergie over again, and the two cuddled together to show off their affection. Next to him was the photographer from BBC Radio 2 carrying the machine.
"Are you and Fergie in a cold war?" The branch executive saw that Fergie was wrong. After the reporter and photographer left, he warned: "This alienated body language cannot hide from the audience in front of the TV."
"It's okay, it will be more topical."
Song Ya said indifferently: "Don't people like to dig out the love life of celebrities?"
"Yes."
Branch executives no longer struggle, "Tomorrow morning is an exclusive interview with BBC Radio One, stay vigilant~www.mtlnovel.com~ send him away, Fergie silently threw the pillow on the bed onto the sofa, and then Falling down, it looks like he plans to deal with it all night on the sofa.
"Hey, what's the matter with you? Didn't I fail to give Lisa the song? You heard me call."
Song Ya went over to tickle her, "I'm not welcome anymore!"
Fergie ignored him and hid on the bed again.
"Is it for Mila and Lisa's albums?" Song Ya thought for a while. He really wants to put Fergie's album on the agenda. The girl signed himself with a newcomer contract for a three-year period. The time is unknown. I feel that more than a year has passed, and it can't be delayed any longer.
Fergie rolled over.
"Okay, okay, I know that they have their own reds now, but you are not bad, you participated in my WhereIsTheLove and ihateuiloveu, not lose them in terms of reputation and exposure."
Still did not get any response.
"Huh..." Song Ya let out a sigh of relief. He hasn't had any songs suitable for girls to sing recently, so he patiently followed again and lay down opposite her, face to face.
Fergie closed her eyes.
"That's good. In March next year, you will post a special. I will change the lyrics of ihateuiloveu and make it a girl solo version for you. How about it as my birthday present?"
The girl's long eyelashes began to flicker.
"Okay, okay, don't pretend, if you do this again, you will definitely regret it when I really get angry.
Song Ya started to scare her.
She laughed out loud, put her arms around Song Ya's neck, and arched her head straight into her arms.
"Oh! Little fairy, no matter how hard you teach you, you are about to ride on my head!"
Chicago 1990 Chapter 290: London Bridge
The next day Song Ya went to BBC Channel 2 to record a TV talk show. This was the only interview with a stationbook on his London trip, and it was recorded and broadcast. So it went smoothly. Song Ya, Fergie and others were in the BBC recording studio. Performed again WhereIsTheLove.
The radio program of BBC Radio 1 is similar. The questions and answers between the host and him are relatively convergent. Generally speaking, it is based on his impression of Britain, weather, music style, life experience, and the song WhereIsTheLove, and The realistic background and mental process of the song creation are unfolding.
"APLUS, do you still miss Mira? You are the badguy in her song, right?"
In the evening, on a local radio station in London, the interview host was not very honest, and suddenly started to mess up during the live broadcast.
"Uh……"
Song Ya pouted. Fortunately, this is a radio show, otherwise the audience will definitely find that the smiles on their faces are gone, "I can only say that we once had a wonderful past, that's enough."
"Do you mind talking about her? Especially when you recorded the song to De Klerk together." The radio host laughed: "I don't mean to offend, but Mira is very popular in the UK."
Do you still have no intention of offending when you talk about this when you hit the list? Song Ya quickly adjusted his mentality and joked with a smile, "Is she more popular here than me?"
The two hosts laughed, "We all like her to De Klerk. Of course, that song is yours. When she came to accept our interview last time, she said that you suggested her to sing. Is the British accent right?"
"Almost, she has lived here. I thought it was more appropriate for her to sing that song with a little accent here." Song Ya replied, and then he seamlessly switched to the standard accent of a black hip-hop singer, frequently Use simple short sentences and modal particles, in short, just hum haha.
"Can you talk about why you two broke up?"
"It's only music, man, don't have too many associations."
"Talk about your life before you became famous. The U.S. media said that you were entangled with the gang. Is that really the case?"
"Of course not, you know, the slums are like that."
"Can you talk specifically about it?"
"It's very poor, life is very hard."
"The part about the gang?"
"Some kids think gangs are cool, some are not, you know, I like music."
"You also created a symphony, didn't you?"
"Yay."
"The first public performance was done by Barenboie's Chicago Orchestra, right?"
"Yeah, it's actually just a two-minute sketch."
"What do you think of Mr. Barenboi."
"Master, he is very respected by Chicagoans, including me of course."
"Do you know some of his previous stories?"
"Nothing to understand."
"For example, in terms of feelings, he was with..."
"Hey, don't I care about my music brother? I'm not here to talk about gossip."
"Then let's talk about the ubiquitous hints in the lyrics of part of your album..."
After the interview was finished, the relationship between the two sides was over. Song Ya stood up, faced the host's hand extended, he touched his fist at random, and then quickly left the studio without a word.
On the way back to the hotel, I didn't talk to the branch executives again.
"Huh! Good past ah?" Fergie, who had already listened to the content of the interview, folded her arms and blocked the door of the room unhappily and began to look at him again.
"Don't pretend to be a girl..."
Song Ya is not used to her this time, "I'm good enough to you, I'm a little ok?" He turned and walked into Taraji's room next to him, "Call the president of the British branch immediately. Communicate with us in advance about the questions to be asked and tell them that if they can’t, I’ll call Motura.
"Ok."
Taraji pulled out the address book and started working immediately, "Hello, I am Mr. APLUS's assistant..."
The height of the landline on the bedside table was very low. When she bent over to call, her body was folded into a suitable angle.
Song Ya walked over.
"Yes, Mr. APLUS is very angry, because the radio interview just now..."
"Yes, tomorrow's Q...Q magazine must submit the interview content in advance, otherwise..."
The next day, Fergie knocked on the door of this side early, pouting, with tears on her face. After being told by Taraji to come in, she stepped forward and grabbed Song Ya's clothes corner, and shook it pitifully. He muttered, "I was wrong, I can't apologize."
Song Ya ignored her. During the day, under the leadership of people from the branch, they began to visit some places of interest in London to coincide with the BBC documentary filming.
"Honey, look!"
Fergie tried her best to please her. After she was in love with her, and after her body was dragging her body to no avail, she went to Buckingham Palace, and she ran to the royal guard who was standing on guard in a black top hat and red uniform. "You know what He won't move no matter what I do." She poked her finger at the chest of the tall guard, "like a toy soldier." She shouted.
"Ahem, Miss Fergie, don't..." The branch staff hurried to pull her.
After observing that Song Ya's eyes finally fell on her, she immediately began to twist her waist and wink her eyes, stepped enchantingly, walked to Song Ya like a little wild cat, and clung her arms tightly, "Forgive me. Good," she pleaded.
Song Ya wanted to laugh a little, but Shinnin still stretched her face.
The group went to visit London Tower Bridge and other places.
"London Bridgeis fallingdown, fallingdown, fallingdown..." Fergie looked at the two towering ancient bridge towers and sang gently in Song Ya's ear.