"Wait, I'll talk to you first." Song Ya told the other party not to hand over the phone to Mariah Carey for now, "Are you in Harlem?"
"Yes."
"with who?"
"A producer, Dave Hall of Uptown Records, and his friends, the people here are very messy, I am very worried about Miss Kelly, but she just refused to leave."
"What? Why did she find Shangcheng Records there?"
"Ms. Kelly really appreciates the music style after listening to Mary Blige's premiere, and Dave Hall is the producer of Mary Blige's premiere."
"Mary Blige is out for the first time!? Isn't she waiting for the bragging father to return to Uptown Records to help with the production before she wants to post it?"
"But bragging daddy has already returned to the upper city record." The female assistant replied.
"When?"
"Mary Blige's first album? It was released last month."
"I'm asking when Daddy Bragging will be back...you wait." Song Ya frowned, "How do you know Daddy Bragging?"
"Of course, he will help Dreamlover do some mixing work."
"Wait, wait, take your time, what is Dreamlover?"
Song Ya was a little dazed, "Old Mike, drive faster." He urged.
"Dreamlover is a single prepared by Miss Kelly for the new album. She intends to be produced by Dave Hall. The other party has not yet agreed, but he recommended the bragging father to help with the mixing..."
"Hey! You whistleblower!" Mariah Carey's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone. She was drunk and her tone of voice was very rude, "I caught him?!" There was a harsh noise from the phone. , Seems to have been taken away by her, "Tommy! Don't control me anymore!" She shouted into the microphone: "I want her to leave, now!"
"It's me~www.mtlnovel.com~ Song Ya pulls the handset away, "Are you in the store? "
"Uh... well, why are you." Mariah Carey's voice suddenly became soft, "I thought it was..."
"Here." Old Mike stopped the car.
"Cough, stop talking, come out, I'm at the entrance of the nightclub." Song Ya looked around, there were no paparazzi nearby, and the surrounding situation was very similar to the underground nightclub opposite to Lao Qiao Music, a place where gang members gathered together. Journalists generally dare not stay longer.
"I don't. It is important to my career. Come in."
"You come out, be good."
"No, you come in." She started acting like a baby.
This woman, the female assistant is still nearby, and the chat will explode no matter how drunk and chatting, Song Ya helplessly said, "Let’s go in." Pulling the collar of the clothes to his mouth, he walked quickly to the door of the nightclub after the old Mike .
"Hey, I'm not doing business today." A few black security guards gathered at the door to chat and fight.
Song Ya put down the neckline and glared at them.
"Ho! APLUS!"
"It's really APLUS, cool." These people recognize him, "Brother, you are very kind." said while letting him in.
Indeed, I am from a GD background, and this is probably the place of bragging daddy.
"Wait, old man, you have to wait a while." They stopped old Mike to search.
It’s very noisy, the lights are dim and there are many people. No one can notice that the big star APLUS comes in, but Song Ya is also considered a nightclub person. The layout of such a small nightclub is basically the same, Mary It is impossible for Akelly to be near the big dance floor. He squeezed in the direction where the VIP seat might be arranged, planning to find her and pull up and leave.
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Like this kind of nightclub with only one floor, the VIP area is easy to find. It is about the best place to see the dance floor, but not necessarily. Some stores will set up some box decks in relatively quiet and private places.
The light was too dark and the music was too noisy. He went around a row and didn't even see Mariah Carey. The VIP area was no longer crowded. When he got closer, he was recognized by others.
"Hey, is the person just past APLUS?" a black girl asked hesitantly behind her head.
"You are too addicted to him lately, drink less bitch." Her female companion scolded with a smile.
Song Ya got more upset and pressed the call button again.
"You speak louder, where are you?" He put the receiver on one ear as much as possible, plugged the other with his hand, and asked loudly.
"Northeast corner!" the female assistant replied: "We are in the northeast corner, the largest one!"
"OK."
He put down the phone and squeezed to the northeast corner. At this time, he had a face-to-face meeting with a half-sized boy. He felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him. After he went wrong, he looked back and the other party did not notice him. The companion disappeared in the aisle leading to the bathroom.
Squeezed to the destination, the VIP deck where Mariah Carey is located is circular. Although it is semi-closed, only a small corner is opened. The inside cannot be seen from the outside. The privacy is very high. No wonder it was not. Noticed.
"Hey, this is VIP..."
When he walked nearby, he was stopped by the security guard. The other party saw his face clearly, put the hand on his chest down, and backed away, "APLUS is here." Putting the walkie-talkie to his mouth said.
The familiar boy just now made Song Ya feel very anxious for some reason. When she walked in, she saw Mariah Carey sitting in the middle of the round sofa like a bunch of old black stars. She was already very drunk. "APLUS !" She raised her glass to Song Ya and pushed away the bitter female assistant beside her, "Come and sit down, I'll treat you today!"
"APLUS, welcome." A fat black man stood up to meet him and stretched out his fist.
It's Dave Hall, the producer of Uptown Records. Song Ya can only fist him first, "Dave, are you helping Miss Kelly make a single?"
"Hey..." Dave Hall smiled: "I haven't made a final decision yet."
The producer of a small record label is so expensive? Having the opportunity to make a single for the popular DIVA, Song Ya glanced at Mariah Carey, who was winking at him. He felt that the guy in front of him was trying to catch the popular DIVA, and then he came out on the brothers. Show off in front of you.
Motula also agrees with the judgment of the people on the streets of New York. These guys are the inferior embryos of the golden worms. They are so drunk when they get DIVA to such a place. What crooked thoughts are in my heart?
"I have something to do with Miss Kelly, sorry." He didn't want to waste too much time, walked over and took Mariah Kelly's hand, "Let's go."
"Don't go!" She pouted like a little girl in her seat, "Come and drink with me!"
"Hey, APLUS, don't you give us some face?" The bragging father was there in the corner, and he was lying half-lying on the back of the sofa with his arms, like a big boss.
"I have something to tell Miss Kelly."
Song Ya knew that on the streets of Harlem, he could not be regarded as a small intern at a record company. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Now Mariah Carey let him pull, "What's the matter?" Drunkenly followed herself to the outside of the deck.
Song Ya pulled her close and said in her ear: "I want you, now." There is no way, but she can only be fooled away with a beautiful man.
"Little pervert."
Mariah Carey’s flushed cheeks flashed across her cheeks. With her current state, she just flirted, and the spring is sprouting. Looking back at the card holder, the female assistant is already packing her bag and coat. "Then what will she do? Recently, she has been almost inseparable from me. Tommy must have asked her to do this."
"I have a way." Song Ya fooled, anyway, get people away first.
"Okay." Mariah Carey yelled happily: "I have invited all the wine! I am happy today!"