"Can it be our turn?"
Song Ya looked at the large teams in front, and muttered a little, but came all the way to take the photo.
"Can you, should..."
Michelle is a little uncertain, she and Claire certainly don't have to worry about themselves, the ANC will not neglect the donkey party behind them.
It turned out to be really scary. When it was the group in front of them, the staff began to place rows of stools outside, telling everyone that they didn't shake hands alone, only a group photo.
"Mr. Mandela is getting older, and his long prison life has made him lack of energy. We have to speed up the progress..." the ANC explained.
Song Ya's face turned black.
Fortunately, Michelle took good care of him and put him in the middle of the second row, directly behind Mandela.
It was their turn, Song Ya asked a staff member to sit with the other children in order.
Not long after, Mandela appeared.
Compared with the posters on the wall of the school cafeteria, the old man has become richer, but his mentality is far worse. It seems that he is indeed tired.
Michele and Claire greeted him and shook hands with him, the reporters flashed their flashes.
Song Ya, who has no status and status, had to sit down and squeeze a smile, staring at the old man with reverence, scanning the position of the camera, and adjusting his body direction slightly according to the lens feeling learned from participating in MV shooting several times. , And also stole half of his body forward, be sure to ensure his own mirror effect.
Mandela first delivered a brief speech, to the effect that the youth of the world joined hands to resist racial discrimination or something, and then thanked the Donkey Party, Michelle’s affirmative organization, and Claire’s charitable organization, and then joined the African countries. The top executives are seated.
Michelle and Claire left and right, firmly sandwiching the old man.
"The closer point behind."
The full-time photographer started to direct the child to stand, and then find a good angle, "cheese~"
After a few minutes, Song Ya keenly noticed that the old man in front of him stretched out his hand to support the back of the chair, trying to get up.
"Be careful."
He stepped forward decisively and held the opponent.
"Thank you, alas! I'm getting older... I took a picture for a day..." The old man shook his head and mumbled words of thanks.
"It's okay, it should be."
Song Ya smiled and sent him to the hands of the ANC, only then turned around and met Michelle with clear eyes.
"You are very clever." Claire also noticed this scene.
"I respect him very much."
Song Ya returned with no drips, and then quickly took advantage of the chaos of the children's departure to find the staff holding the camera, "Did you take the photo? Did you take it all just now?"
During a trip to South Africa, everyone reaped a lot of good memories. Before leaving South Africa, Michelle carefully checked the film in the bag at the airport, and found that the camera could not be inserted, so he simply put this Leica M3 was given to Song Ya as a thank you for his hard work along the way.
"Very old style, don't you dislike it? After all, your income is much higher than mine." Michelle quipped.
"How is it possible!" Song Ya fiddling with the camera in his hand, he really likes photography these days, "I like this pure mechanical feeling."
The plane was late, Song Ya loaded the film and strolled around the airport to take pictures.
There is still segregation here. Although the international passenger area will not show up, the vast majority of airport staff are still white.
patted, and a group of young and lovely white girls were framed in the camera.
All of them are tall and thin. According to Song Ya's experience, they are definitely engaged in the modeling industry. They are similar in age to them. Of course, many people have already complained about their mature appearance.
The girls quickly noticed the flash. They got used to it, looked at Song Ya's side, and then they laughed and laughed.
Song Ya adjusted the focus, and gradually stared at one of them.
This white girl is a standard blond sweet girl. When she smiles, the fleshy apple muscles and dimples on her face are very conspicuous, like the innocent and charming temperament of Monroe when she was young, both in appearance and figure. Among the many ribs girls stands out among the crowd.
"Same height as Mira, but her **** are bigger than her."
Song Ya involuntarily shoots closer and closer.
At this time, the girls are not happy, a ribs girl stepped forward to block the camera, "Hey, do Americans never know how to be polite?"
As a black, for personal safety in South Africa, Song Ya’s backpack has a sticker with the American flag affixed to it. If it is a black South African, it is estimated that they would not be so polite.
"Uh, sorry."
Song Ya, who is half black, would not feel embarrassed. UU reading www.uukanshu.com put down the camera and started boasting about herself, "Get to know, I am a composer named Alexander Song. You may have heard my nickname, APLUS... "
The girls looked at each other, then shook their heads together.
"APLUS? It's that..."
Behind the girls came a middle-aged white woman, "Hello, I am their agent..." She stretched out her hand, "Yours... uh, that song is not available here, and we Most of his career is in Europe."
"Hello there."
Since someone knows himself, it would be better. He shook his hand and rushed to the girls in a few steps. "There are also many opportunities in the United States. I know EMI and Colombian seniors. Maybe I can help."
The girls continued to look blank.
"Do you know about VOGUE magazine?" Song Ya quickly turned the topic to the fashion industry.
"Of course! Of course we know it!" The girls were energetic in an instant, and they surrounded him and whispered, but the blond sweet girl was the most reserved one.
Song Yaxin said, "Their editor in chief, Ms. Anna Wintour, we have also cooperated."
"Really?" The female agent was a little wary, and she began to look up and down Song Ya.
"It's true, if you don't believe it, just wait to see the cover of the VOGUE U.S. version next month. The cover character will be Milla Jovovich, the singer of the song I wrote and composed."
Song Ya’s words didn’t make much foolishness. He took out the business card of ‘A+President’ and handed it to the other party, “If you want to come to the U.S. for development, you can find me.”
Then he took out another one and put it in the hands of the blonde sweet girl. "Remember to find me when you come to the United States." He smiled and discharged.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 52: Disguise game
Unfortunately, Song Ya didn't wait for her call, but waited for the beginning of school...
The day before school started, he first visited Michelle, and the photos were washed out.
"This...hahaha..."
In the photo, Mandela, with gray hair, bent over and supported the back of the chair with one hand, and Song Ya held the other hand on his arm. He turned his head slightly and was talking to Song Ya. The two looked at each other. There is a natural smile on his face. Under the faint sunset, the whole picture is slightly reddish, but it can give the viewer a proper warmth.
"People who don't know will think you are his grandson!" Michelle handed the photo to Song Ya, laughing forward and backward.
Song Ya is very satisfied with this photo. The staff member’s camera skills are very poor, but it happened to hit the Universiade with this one. “Art often comes from inadvertently.” He pretended to be forced and put this piece of Sun Qing' carefully put it into the yellow bag of the Kodak print shop, "I have to buy a photo frame and mount it." It will depend on it for applying to prestigious schools in the future.