"A friend of mine, I saw it by accident." The old man took out a photo from his pocket. It was when Mila sneaked out to bid farewell when he left the music classroom early yesterday morning. The two kissed.
"Your friend's camera is very professional." Song Ya said coldly.
"Daniel said to follow your advice completely, I think my girl is the best choice, isn't it?" The old man was very direct.
Song Ya frowned and thought about it, even if he was found to have dived Mira, what would it be? There are more things like this in the film and recording industry, "I'm sorry, your girl has no chance." He decisively refused.
"what!"
The old man’s laughter was short, "You know, Mira is a minor!"
Song Ya had a black question mark on his face when he heard this, "So?"
"So what!? Are you not afraid of going to prison?" The old man stared at him in surprise.
Song Yaquan understood, and couldn't help laughing, "But I'm the same age as Mila! You are thinking about these tricks..." He pointed to the photo in the old man's hand, "Don't you know how old I am?"
"You too...what!?" The old man finally lost his temper, his face was in disbelief, "You are only fifteen years old!? It doesn't look like it at all, I think you are at least twenty!"
Song Ya touched his face, "Is it wrong for the black man to show his maturity?" Regardless of the old man staying in place, he dropped a sentence, "I hope you won't show up in front of me again." and left.
Halfway down the road, I was stopped by another SBK executive who was wearing glasses and a little shameless. Song Ya saw him in Daniel's office. He was called Robert or something, "APLUS, I think...not bad, how about you?" He reported a girl's name.
Song Ya heard that this Robert was the one who said in the bathroom before, ‘the White House is called the White House’, "I’m sorry, my candidate is not her."
"Hey!"
Robert grabbed Song Ya's arm and stared into Song Ya's eyes sharply, "Work with me and promise you won't regret it~www.mtlnovel.com~ and Mila will still get her album, it's an album! This one! The deal is a good deal, otherwise the road between you and her at SBK will be difficult, I promise."
"I'm sorry." Song Ya broke his hand and walked straight away.
At seven o'clock, Song Ya’s pager rang, he dialed back, and Mira’s excited shout came from inside, "MUA! Thank you dear, I love you! MUA!"
"I love you too." He replied.
There was a knock on the door, "I will be very busy here, see you baby in the studio tomorrow..." He smiled and hung up the phone, "Come in."
A strange blond clerk walked in. She was holding a fruit plate, and seeing Song Ya suddenly changed her face, she turned and walked back.
"Send in!" Robert's command voice came from outside.
The clerk hesitated for a while, turned around and put the fruit plate on the table, trotting away with high heels.
"The **** of a bitch!" Eric saw Guo Pan instantly furious, and ran out from the mixer a few steps.
"What's the matter?" Song Ya looked at the neatly stacked slices of watermelon in the fruit plate and did not react for a long time.
There was a quarrel outside, Eric was pushed back by Dile, and closed the door with his backhand.
Song Ya finally remembered that watermelon was planted in barren areas by slave owners during the plantation era to replenish water for black slaves who worked in the sun every day. Later, it was frequently used to promote discrimination against blacks. ...
"APLUS! We can't let him go!" Eric yelled.
"I will tell Daniel."
In this era, beating is illegal, and there is actually no good way to deal with this kind of light discrimination. "Robert, right...I remember you." Song Ya picked up a slice of watermelon, "I actually liked this before." Take a bite, "Huh, before?"
Chicago 1990 Chapter 40: struggle
Dilai couldn't help laughing when he saw Song Ya eating watermelon, he quickly covered his mouth.
"You babe!"
Eric grabbed him by the collar again, "You were pulling the frame just now, right?"
"Hey! Hey!" Diley explained quickly, "I'm afraid you will cause trouble! As long as you meet Robert, he will be able to call police officers and lawyers immediately. It is you and APLUS that will suffer the most! Believe me, Robert He's a veteran. He used to use this trick against us. You know, white rock youths don't have a good temper."
"Calm down! Eric." Song Ya also persuaded.
"You shouldn't have eaten that slice of watermelon just now..." Eric sat back angrily.
"Uh..." Song Ya awkwardly threw the melon skin into the fruit plate and wiped his hands. "I'll make a call first."
He called Michelle first, "Uh...Dr. Michelle, I want to ask, what should I do if I get a watermelon from a white man?"
Michelle agreed to help without hesitation. After the two talked, Song Ya put down the microphone and thought about it, and then called Old Joe.
"Yo! My dear APLUS, I love you so much, I love you love you..."
Old Qiao was very excited. He opened his mouth and said, "Hey! Where are we now?" He asked the person at that end, "Haha! The weekly billboard singles chart is 11th! The specific sales figures have not yet come out. I heard that SBK ordered a million copies! How could there be a few hundred thousand sales in the first week? Have you heard? I invited Lori and I live on Saturday night. It was Saturday night. on site……"
Song Ya listened patiently to Lao Qiao's bragging about RAP, and then told him about his situation.
"No problem, I will call my friends in New York, you wait!" Old Joe promised.
After waiting for ten minutes, Old Qiao's call came back. This time his tone became heavier, "APLUS, did you eliminate all black girls in an audition?"
"Uh..." Song Ya said darkly, "They don't meet the style I requested..."
"Hey! You shouldn't do that, even if you act like APLUS, even if you do it to others! I have experienced the era of apartheid. At that time, white people knew how to put a few black Indians in the government. Now friends in New York have very big opinions on you. They think that you are not your own. You should know that you are a mixed race and your skin color is pale, so you should pay more attention..."
"I'm stupid."
Song Ya could only admit his mistake, "I didn't think so much..."
"I don’t have much energy in New York, and you know the last time we bumped into walls in New York... If we were in the South City of Chicago, we could play that babe casually. You can use the recording studio of Old Joe’s music. Propaganda outside..." Old Qiao was helpless.
Song Ya thanked him, Lisa knocked on the door and came in, "Daniel let you pass."
Come to Daniel's office, Robert is also there, sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette.
"Don't make any extravagances this time, don't mess up, what I said!"
Daniel was so angry that he was pacing in the office, "There are only three of us in this room, Robert, apologize! Apologies to APLUS."
"I did nothing." Robert pretended to be innocent.
"Don't! Follow me! Talking bullshit!" Daniel yelled at Robert, and he picked up the phone, "Let Dyley come up, did he see everything?"
"Okay, okay, okay, I was impulsive, but the little servant of APLUS also scolded me as a bastard." Robert was a little flustered.
Daniel was almost mad, "That's not the same thing! Robert, don't play tricks with me, we all know that it's not the same thing at all!"
"Uh... Actually, there is no need to apologize. I may not accept the apology." Song Ya said calmly: "I have already called the Chicago Equal Rights Organization. They will contact the organization in New York to ask about this. The protest fax should be sent immediately. arrive."