Indeed, in New York, Song Ya shouldn't have come to such public occasions casually. Now the gd deterrence is greatly reduced. He must always be alert to personal safety, even if the French restaurant where he is located is the top New York.
Look a few more times, be careful, it's always correct.
"Then let's go early." Mariah Carey pulled her leg back and called in the waiter. Before coming, she said she would treat her.
"Wait a minute." The waiter went to get the bill.
Waiting for "thataheroies", she hummed the lyrics from hero happily.
"Gloria" at this time David Cole looked at the front and whispered, which was also a reminder.
Song Ya's seat was facing away from there. He turned his head and saw an extravagant woman in a red evening gown approaching without expression, then picked up a glass of red wine on the table and poured it on Mariah Carey cleanly. Face.
"Ah" she didn't have time to react. She closed her eyes and just made a subconscious self-protection gesture. Her hair and face were all splashed with wine, the white fashion was also soiled, and the conspicuous red wine was ticking on her hair. , Fell on the body, on the ground.
Everyone stood still for a moment in surprise, "Hey you"
Song Ya reacted the fastest, he guessed the reason for Gloria's rush, got up and wanted to stop her next move and protect Mariah Carey.
"Ap, don't." Roberto Clever grabbed him.
Gloria put the cup back, flattened the crumpled evening gown, held his head proudly, his eyes didn't communicate with anyone, and left the same way.
"Miss Kelly, you" the hotel waiter hurried over.
"It's okay, I'm okay." Mariah Carey lowered her head quickly, took the napkin handed by David Cole and wiped her face and hair, and then raised her head to flick her long hair when it was almost done. "It's okay, haha." She said to the waiter. Smiled.
"Do you need to call the police?" The restaurant manager came soon.
"No, we will deal with it, ap, you can take a seat too." Roberto Clerville pulled Song Ya back to his seat.
"Sorry, I'll take care of it." Mariah Carey gave Song Ya a okay look, then stood up and showed an elegant smile to the other diners who were watching in the restaurant, calling the female assistant, and the two of them went together. Deal with stains in the bathroom.
The restaurant manager again apologized to the three and was willing to waive the order.
"Gloria must be angry, but the record industry is like that."
David Cole sent him away and whispered, "Actually, she should have foreseen the result a long time ago, Miss Kelly wants it, and Walt can't help it, so she can vent her anger.
Song Ya feels that their reaction to this scene is very flat, and it is true to think about it. If the rapper is so rudely snatched from a big company a song that belongs to him, it is estimated that he has already cursed swear words on the radio. The glass of wine is considered very restrained.
"Let's go."
All were a little disappointed, but there was nothing to say, Roberto Klevell dropped his napkin, "ap you tell Miss Kelly~www.mtlnovel.com~ we are leaving."
"Okay." Watching the two disappear, Song Ya went to the bathroom door and waited until Mariah Carey and the female assistant came out. There were uncleaned red wine stains on her chest, so she slightly blocked her with her hands, tacitly. Leave from the back door of the restaurant.
Surrounded by the bodyguards, she turned her head and made a call gesture, Song Ya nodded, and the two drove home separately.
"I think you are in a bad mood today if you have something on your mind."
Soon the two got on the phone again, but she cared about Song Ya first.
"Yes, I actually didn't help much, and I felt a little frustrated." Song Ya felt warm, and there was nothing to hide from her, "What about you"
"Change a song in a little embarrassment, of course I can see it, I am the winner, hum." She chuckled twice, "So you think the challenge is not hard enough to hear you and persuade you with a few words. Walter."
"It has nothing to do with the challenge, I am just a little bit"
Song Ya can't describe her own psychology, "I didn't get any sense of control in this matter. You know who Walter was convinced by me."
"Macho," she said.
"No, so would you refuse his marriage proposal?" Song Ya smiled, "I have completed the task."
"Probably so, but I must remind you that to satisfy a diva's appetite is far more than one thing." She also smiled.
"Am I not satisfied with you?" Song Ya grinned.
"Hmm, I won't mention that for the time being, there's another thing, you can treat it as the next task or the next test." She said.
"Wow, let's talk, I'll listen to my lady very well."
"I want you to remove Celine Dion from the hereistheove star duo."
"Hat"
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"Does this task give you a sense of control?" She said, "WhereIsTheLove is your song, you have the final say."
"But the recording will start in two days. I guess she's all waiting in New York." Song Ya frowned, "Why remove Celine Dion?"
"Hmph, didn't you say that you love me? You never cared about my career?" She was upset, "And I suspect that this arrangement was also intentional by Tommy. He wouldn't be ignorant of the competitive relationship between me and Celine Dion. Just like he took Hero off the soundtrack of the movie but didn’t give it to me directly, maybe he wanted to make sure that his marriage proposal had a higher success rate. You know his wrist and desire to control are super strong."
"I know……"
Song Ya scratched her head straight on the phone. Of course she cared about it. Gloria and Celine Dion are both her competitors in Sony Columbia Records. One is the old Latin queen who has successfully transformed the English market, but has already begun to pass away. One is the new French queen who is also transforming the English market and is also very successful, or the trend of success is difficult to stop, and she is only two years older than her.
There are only a few contemporary DIVAs, none of them will be silly, white and sweet, Paula is a bit stupid, so she really cannot bear the name of DIVA after a few years of popularity.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Uh, Mimi, you will have the next task, will you have the next task?" Song Ya had to clarify this point quickly.
"Of course, a lot, um..."
She may have broken her hands on the phone and said, "I want to act in movies too! Big selling movies!"
"You asked me to concentrate on my music career not long ago." Song Yan returned her words. "You said that going to a movie was a waste of talent, remember?"
"I changed my mind..." She didn't say why Song Ya could have guessed because she changed her mind. Whitney Houston's success on the bodyguard made her jealous.
"What else?" Song Ya continued to ask.
"Indispensable to write songs for me." She said: "In addition to you, I also need Walt to write songs for me, Trey Lorenz to accompany me, and more rhythm and blues musicians to write for me, I I plan to transform the next album and embrace the trend."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah...you are not allowed to give any song to any other DIVA, and you are not allowed to care about me. From now on I want to eat what I want, what I want to wear, what I want to wear, what I want to say to the reporter, what I want to sing Just sing the style of music..."
Her words swept away the slight displeasure that Song Ya had heard about removing Celine Dion before, and the air suddenly became sweet, what's the matter! ? "So you would really reject Motula's marriage proposal, right? Mimi."
"Of course, I will. I said that I found that I fell in love with you. I was conquered by you. APLUS, but can you really afford me?" She replied with a chuckle, "I am very good at spending money." Yes, I will give you countless tests."
"Of course, I can afford it."
Song Ya patted his chest so loudly, "Besides, you can also make money."