"The South now has a new rap style called Trap. Have you studied APLUS?"
Huang Yuan gradually became bored, and he started to talk about it.
"Of course, I like it very much."
Song Ya replied that some of the apocalyptic songs he plans to put in the second special, such as WhateverYouLike, have a very strong Trap style. It can be said that the future Trap combines other rap styles and a new style of rhythm and blues. "I have also done some research. I plan to incorporate it into future songs."
It happened to take advantage of the mouths of these southern rappers in front of them to give the outside world a vaccination in advance.
"Wow, young people just learn things fast."
Huang Yuan sighed.
"What about you? Do you plan to change the style for the next album?" Song Ya asked him.
"We?" He and his teammate looked at each other. "We'll forget it. Seriously, we are very old and change is difficult for us."
That will not change, and it is true that the audience of **** rap is very narrow, and it is harder to appear in the mainstream eye than gang rap, but they have a good position in the small circle, and it is not easy to give up the basics.
"That's it. I'll be waiting for you in Chicago at the end of the year, and there will be a lot of friends, East Coast, West Coast, Atlanta."
This very unsuccessful concert came to an end. Song Yaneng could see the obvious loss on Mariah Carey's face when she left the venue, a little distressed, and eager to go backstage to comfort her.
"Hey! We prepared a party for you tonight!"
Huang Yuan saw that he wanted to slip, and quickly stopped.
"I won't go." Song Ya waved his hand, "I want to accompany Mimi."
"Don't spoil APLUS, so, you go with your girlfriend first, we will wait for you many nights, we must come!" Huang Yuan shouted to his back.
"I will, don't worry."
People in this kind of society are afraid of losing face. Huang Yuan is also the key figure in his connection with the Miami rap circle. Since he wants to win over each other, he must not even give up this face, otherwise it is estimated that the end will not be much better than Sugonite. .
After being delayed for a while, when Song Ya walked into her dressing room, she happened to see her angering Daniel and the people from the performance agency.
"The live acoustics are so bad, you shouldn't leave me in such a broken place and leave me alone!"
Stylists, make-up artists, assistants and others were working around her for the finishing touches after the show. She threw the hair stick in her hand to the dressing table, "I'm so angry! The next few shows will be like this. It's about to fire people!"
"It seems that the next large-scale concert must learn from this lesson. The stage design, stage design, sound and lighting must be fully strengthened..."
Daniel had to transfer the fire to the people of the acting agency.
"There are only so few planned for this year, and the remaining five venues are similar to the situation here. With such a short period of time, it is difficult for us to change anything." The people from the acting agency have no choice but to honestly say.
"Oh my God!" she lamented.
"In this way, we will sell fewer tickets, and don't give up part of the stands..."
Daniel can only make up for it, "change the scene into the theater model that Miss Kelly fits best."
"But the meaning is different. If Miss Kelly can take this step, the next large-scale outdoor global tour..."
The people at the acting agency are very reluctant.
"Go and do it, this is my decision." Daniel waved impatiently. He saw Song Ya who had just entered the door, "We will go out to talk specifically."
The boyfriend is here, the assistant and others are quick to finish their work, and with Daniel and others back out~www.mtlnovel.com~ honey! "She cried, "My concert failed, right?" "
"No la……"
In fact, Song Ya only met Newman in the corridor. He took the random questionnaire that the audience participated in when they left the venue. The evaluation was really not very good. Philby, who came with Newman, also said that he could not give a positive review in the magazine.
She sniffed, "Pour me a glass of wine."
"Don't drink, you just sang so hard just now, let your voice rest." Song Ya stopped.
"I am in a bad mood now!" she cried.
"Okay, okay, just half a glass." Song Ya poured her half a glass of champagne, and then coaxed her with words, while she was in a better mood, persuaded: "Daniel is the president of the company, you can't be in front of outsiders To speak to him like this is to save him some face."
"I've always been like this before." She said.
"It was Motura at that time..." Song Ya said.
"If you switch to Tommy, maybe this concert won't be like this!" She blurted out, and when she saw Song Ya's face, she immediately responded that she had said something wrong, and quickly changed to a pitiful look in her eyes.
"On the contrary, these were all planned by Motula before, and neither Daniel nor Newman had time to make changes." Song Ya knew that she was very persistent and assertive about her music career, and she did not get angry, so she explained gently.
"Ha, I said it!"
She shook her dark evening dress and shook, "You still use the old Motula's old style to control me, style, personality, music style, media image and so on! No, even eating and drinking are better than before. Not yet free!"
"That's what I asked them to care about you. Believe me, I'm doing it for you." Song Ya scowled, "Observe."
"Sometimes I feel that you are an enhanced version of Motura!" She shouted again, "Observable, obedient! Even the tone is exactly the same!"
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"You must eat less things, and drink a little bit of alcohol. As long as your throat is not affected, I will discuss with Daniel and Newman to relax more on other issues such as dressing styles, but after the announcement of the music box album, how about it?"
The two had a little quarrel. As men, they must be coaxed in the end.
This horrible place in Miami is really at odds with myself...
He thought silently in his heart.
"Do you remember what you promised me before?"
Back at the hotel, she curled up in Song Ya's arms and asked, "Let me sing the music I want to sing, wear clothes I want to wear, eat what I want to eat, say what I want to say..."
Hearing this, her future aunt's face flashed in Song Ya's mind, "No problem, but on the basis of not affecting your career."
"I decide my own career..." she said.
"Of course, that's okay, I don't count, you always want to listen to the company?" Song Yacurved.
"It's not the same. Daniel listens to you."
"how is this possible……"
The two were chatting, the bedroom door was knocked gently, and Huang Yuan called Linda.
"Oh yes, there is still a party."
Song Ya wanted to put on clothes, but was dragged by her, "Don't leave, stay with me."
"It's very important to me, I'm trying to win the rap circle in Miami." Song Ya explained.
"No, no..."
"Ok."
At one o'clock in the morning, Song Ya got up quietly from the bed, kissed her sleeping on her forehead, and tiptoedly pushed the door out.
Huang Yuan) has urged many times." Linda said.
"Let's go, bring more people."
Miami’s parties are crazy, especially the rapper’s. Song Yaguai can also guess that gang members are indispensable. Sure enough, besides the old black, there are many Latinos who can speak Spanish at the party. All of Huang Yuan’s Chinese friends have carved dragons and tigers, and they have been heavily influenced by hip-hop culture. For example, the large-size clothing brought by the two children of KrisKross, and the improved version of flying squirrel pants he wore in the VMA.