Song Ya poked her ruthlessly, "What's your real purpose? Hollywood superstar agents generally don't come to such occasions rashly, and personally venture into danger just to talk to me about impossible things."
"Well, I really can be the youngest African-American billionaire. These words made me start to respect you APLUS."
Perkinsley smiled and said: "Are you interested in switching to CAA? IMHO, your second major may not be able to sell well. I see you are also preparing to transfer your career to Hollywood. In Hollywood, I am better than Donovan. And your unknown little role main agent is too powerful."
Song Ya guessed that, "I will consider CAA and you for the next brokerage contract. However, before my contract with William Morris expires, you are not allowed to use Fergie to bother me. Otherwise, I will let her fire her. You, who do you think she will listen to."
"OK, I understand."
Perkinsley looked back at Fergie, who was as well-behaved as a bunny in this environment, and lowered her head to concentrate on chatting with the assistant, "Can you send some people to **** me out? Here... it makes me a little bit overwhelmed." Angry, uh, I am not discriminating against anything."
"To understanding."
Song Ya asks Tony and Silencer to send her out early.
Chicago 1990 Chapter 539: New hatred and old hatred 1
Even for the best-selling and most influential hip-hop music magazine, it is very difficult for TheSource to make the award ceremony like this. After all, the group who buys hip-hop magazines is small and poor, and it seems that the cooperation of professional broadcasting agencies has not been discussed. You have to do everything yourself, and it is completely understandable that the organization is unsatisfactory in the first attempt.
Most of the famous singers from the east and west coasts, the midwest and the south have come to join us. It can be seen how much the entire hip-hop circle values this attempt. The Grammy, AMA and even the black soul train music awards have different degrees of hip-hop music. Except for Song Ya himself, De Rui, and other hip-hop stars who have won mainstream awards, all other singers are extremely eager to have a stage that truly belongs to them.
"But this is not so good, right?"
Song Ya watched the growing crowd of ‘onlookers’ on the edge of the stage and complained to Al sitting next to him, “Don’t be afraid of being simple, but at least don’t let the outside world look down on the self-organization ability of hip-hop circles.”
"Self-organization? Are you serious?"
The big A in the back interjected with a grin, "I heard that TheSource magazine allocated 100 seats to the West Coast. This time they came with 30 lame gangs, 30 blood gangs, and 15 predators. For these seats, the three also held a gang meeting in Los Angeles and almost fought on the spot."
Song Ya rolled his eyes and stopped mentioning this.
"The winning song is: LondonBridge! From Fergie! Welcome!"
Even though LondonBridge had won the bulletin board title and Song Ya, the Chicago rap king’s public relations, CAA seemed to have quietly used it. TheSource magazine, as the main media attacking Fergie’s white identity at the time, still only lost a small prize. Moreover, it was arranged at the very beginning of the ceremony to hurriedly award awards at a time when the order on the spot has not stabilized.
There is no close-up camera, even if there is one, because there is no light that hits the auditorium after the headlight on the top of the theater is turned off. Fergie took a deep breath, stood up, and brought the two black women. The follower walked to the stage.
"Don't talk nonsense."
Song Ya exclaimed when she walked to her side.
She waved back to indicate that she knew, and then walked onto the stage with the music of'Lunding, Lunding, Lunding...'
"Bi Chi..."
"White women get out of here!"
"Hip-hop music belongs to African Americans!"
The black girls shouted and screamed from the black audience.
The men on the stage laughed. Fergie is still wearing the iconic low-waisted short skirt, small suspenders, and a large Gucci jacket. It was transformed into a boutique by the famous black fashion designer and buyer in New York Dapper Dan. Customized hip-hop style.
As a black, DapperDan was famous for selling fake brand names at first, and then he also made genuine goods. He caught the black nouveau riche for fear that others would not know that he was wearing brand-name clothes. He made various big-name logos bigger and put them in clothes and The outside of the packaging bag is conspicuous, and I am not satisfied with just one. Instead, it fills the entire row and the entire surface. It has been a great success for more than a decade, and it has gone out of the black circle and is very popular among the new rich in Asia. His ideas were simply copied back by those big names. Similar official models have been released recently, but those big names have backhanded DapperDan. Recently, it has been reported that the store is going to be closed. Who told him he likes to sell knockoffs.
"Uh..." Fergie took the trophy from the award-presenting guest and cleared her throat.
The black males who were on the edge of the stage looked up and down her body with their prey eyes, while the women curled their mouths and looked disdainful. The shouts under the stage gradually rose to insults.
"Thank you, I'm honored, uh..."
Fergie must be a little embarrassed. She leaned her mouth close to the microphone and unconsciously shook the trophy in her hand, "Yo... New York friends..."
Song Ya felt a little bad, stood up and stared at the dim auditorium, trying to make the black girls shut their mouths.
The Al, Big A and others around him also all stood up with a scream. The movement was not small, and everyone else looked to the far left side where they were.
A group of old black people staring at people is still very deterrent. Those black girls really did not dare to speak. Only the black girl sitting behind Latifah responded loudly: "APLUS, you should not be obsessed with those Bai Niu, look at me...haha..." He should also be a little singer, shaking his shoulders at Song Ya while talking, shook his large upper body, and amused all Latifa in front.
"Thank you TheSource Magazine for giving me this award, and my record company..."
Fergie took the opportunity to calm down and said a thank you note.
"This is New York, Chicagoan M-Fxxk is safe!"
Song Ya's deterrence and the local black girl's remarks upset the New York men, and someone shouted.
"Who is there?"
Unable to see who the scolding was, Tony made a **** to the source of the reputation, trying to find the person.
"Thank you, thank you everyone." Fergie had already spoken the scene as quickly as possible and walked off the stage.
"Tony! Sit down!"
When the goal is achieved, Song Ya is afraid that Tony will make things worse, so he turns around to stop his cousin and let his men sit down again.
"Guess what? Maybe we should teach the billionaire who likes to lick the white guy today!"
"Don't think we are afraid of your APLUS, even if you are from GD!"
"Fuck your DIVA! You shouldn't be here!"
After he sat down, the men in New York scolded more fiercely.
"Thank you." Immediately after Fergie stepped down, she wrapped his arms around his neck and pecked on the cheek.
"Don't be afraid, you go and sit down." Song Ya told her to sit back, "Tony, silencer, let's send her away when someone doesn't pay attention. Don't wait for the award ceremony to end."
"Okay, you also be careful." Tony also knew that he couldn't stand up anymore in this situation, otherwise the conflict would definitely intensify.
Fortunately, the award ceremony continued, and the attention of the old blacks was quickly diverted.
In the middle of the awards ceremony, there were more and more people on the stage, and it was already chaotic like the scene of a Battle game in a nightclub, or a low-end nightclub with poor order...