"Dear."
She got into the car and arched into Song Ya’s arms, her little mouth kept kissing Song Ya’s cheek, "Thank you, you are so kind."
Connie and Emily in the front seat rolled their eyes at the same time.
"Small things." Song Ya hugged Ellie, who was like a small animal, in a complicated mood. This time, I helped her show her face in the MV. It would be worthy of her to break up in the future, emmm... But since the two are still male now Girlfriend... He looked at the seat in front of him, then put his hand into Ellie's clothes quietly.
The shooting location was not the second-hand store where Song Ya got the apocalypse. Old Qiao said that it did not belong to the site of the Hell Bobcat. There may be accidents in the shooting. After all, the gangs are at war, and the battle is imminent.
Hell Bobcat's site is not big, and soon the car drove to its destination.
This second-hand shop is much smaller than the one where he got the apocalypse, and much older. There are a lot of cars and equipment parked at the door, and many staff are busy. Give the three signed portrait authorization letters to the crew in charge, and take Connie, Emily, and Allie to find the vanity car. Song Ya casually recognized many familiar faces from the last MV filming. "Isn't it about big production? Why is it the same as last time?" He asked Hayden.
"It will take three days to shoot. This director is well-known in Chicago, and the big production will first record a lot of material, and then cut it into a three-minute MV. Who knows if he can show his face." Hayden replied.
SBK acted very quickly in order to recover the time lost by Lao Qiao. The decision of this MV did not communicate with Song Yaxian, but this is a normal phenomenon. Songwriters generally do not get involved in these matters. They are willing to take care of Lao Qiao's music group. People’s old relationships are already pretty good.
Song Ya originally had a complete MV in his mind, but he felt that the style of that MV didn’t match the mainstream orientation of this era, and he hadn’t learned how to write desk books or storyboards. He had the goods in his mind, but expressed If you don't come out, just think about it.
The two walked to a warehouse behind the store, which was transformed into two temporary VIP dressing rooms. Little Lori and Old Qiao each occupied one. Their two people were clearly separated at the door, and there were several belts. The real gang members in the flower turban smoked cigarettes from a distance in the town, UU reading www.uukanshu.com to prevent accidents.
"Hey, APLUS!" AK even waved when he saw Song Ya, "Come here, come here, and you have your opinion."
"What's your opinion?" Song Ya walked over and saw Tony, AK and others in a circle, talking about a piece of paper in Pablo's hand.
"SBK got the chance to perform at home for the Bulls in the playoffs, but only one performance, which one do you choose?" Pablo was in a good mood today, probably a series of high-end and high-end operation orders after SBK took over. He gradually let go of his worry, "APLUS?" He handed the paper in his hand to Song Ya, which turned out to be a match list.
"I haven't studied it." After Song Ya crossed over, he had to prepare for a speech when he was writing lyrics and songs.
"Don't pay attention to him, he is a ball blind." Tony screamed: "If I want to choose, I will choose the first game of the playoffs, steady!"
"Idiot, the sooner you perform, the lower your attention, at least in the Eastern Finals!" AK objected.
"Can we do it? Last year..." Tony was a little lacking in confidence.
"Phil Jackson did a great job this year. Besides, we have Jordan. Only the Pistons can stop him in the Eastern Conference. It just so happens that we will face the Pistons in the Eastern Conference Finals."
"Phil Jackson is a rookie..."
The two were arguing, and little Lori, who had not finished putting on makeup, rushed out from inside, "Finals! Finals!" He shouted like a child, "I only want the finals!"
"OK then."
Pablo gave up the opportunity to sign with Song Ya in order for Lori to abandon Al, abandoning old Morgan, and almost doted to him, "Then..." He hesitated for a while with his pen hanging on the match table." Just take the first game of the final at home, be steady."
Chicago 1990 Chapter 31: FXXXYOU
In this old Qiao music circle, Song Ya is undoubtedly one of Old Qiao’s people. It is not really attached to work. Nancheng slums follow a kind of ethical relationship of gangsters. Generally speaking, he is Old Qiao. Hooded'.
After chatting with Tony and others for a while, he went to greet Eric and them, "Old Joe wants to see you." Eric put him and Hayden into Old Joe's dressing room.
"Hey! APLUS!"
Old Joe saw Song Ya and pointed to a square paper shell on the dressing table, "Look, this is the single cover made by the SBK guys, how about it? Give me some advice."
"Can't change it, right?"
Song Ya took the twelve-inch hard paper cover in his hand, and the picture was filled with various goods commonly found in second-hand stores. The photographer cleverly used the blur to hide all the brand and even the style information, leaving only a rich collection. The shop name on the top was replaced with the song name ThriftShop, and the SALE on a white discount sign was replaced with “Lori and Joe”, all with a fat and slightly “playful” font. It echoes the funny tone of the song very well. Seeing this degree of completion, Song Ya knew that SBK didn't plan to solicit Old Joe's opinion at all, but Daniel's promise was fulfilled, and Old Joe and Little Lori were on the same level in this single.
"Yeah, I have to talk to Daniel, the people at SBK need to respect us more." Old Joe started a grumbling, but it was only a grumbling. He is now grinning and happy.
"Don't move!" The black aunt's makeup artist snapped.
Old Qiao shut up.
After a short silence, Song Ya and Hayden looked at each other. They also found that there was nothing to do, "Then I..." Hayden pointed to the door, "Call me if I have something."
After Hayden left, Song Ya went around on the set, leaving his pager number with acquaintances, and then moved the folding stool to find a place behind the director’s monitor that would not interfere with the shooting, and was ready to watch the MV. Shooting, but now that the shooting hasn't taken place, he took out the pen and paper, and began to compose an essay on "To Mandela".
The sky was overwhelmingly bright, and the crew officially started filming. All the lights were dim. A simple speaker played the second-hand shop. Old Joe and Little Lori started to perform under the direction of the director and the music under the dim light of the rising sun.
Without the light, the composition is impossible to write. Song Ya put away the pen and paper, and Allie with makeup quietly touched it and sat on his lap.
The two young men were rubbing their bodies across their clothes in the dark, moving in great interest. Allie began to gasp, "After that time we..." She gently pecked and kissed Song Ya's neck.
"Yeah." Song Ya frowned. The child from a poor family can't even find a place to'do errands'. He has a cautious personality. He doesn't want to drive without a license or be a wild mandarin duck at school. Going to Al, there is nothing good except holding back.
"Just go and open the house. It's just a matter of spending money. We have money now." He thought to himself.
When it was light, the two could only be separated. Allie took out a small makeup mirror to make up the lipstick and also joined the shooting, but this time she and Connie, Emily and others could only serve as backgrounds. After all, it was a big production. Of course, the word'big' is relative. Song Ya secretly compared it with the original version. The original version also has a plot to drive a speedboat. This time it is impossible, let alone compare with the sky-high MV of the same generation Michael Jackson and other superstars. . Of course, it costs much more than Lori's previous MV.