"Wow……"
Song Ya complained about the "silencer", "Why do you never rent this kind of movie? Always show me the plumber."
‘Muffler’ didn’t reply, just laughed wretchedly.
When the game officially started and the screen cut to the direction of the broadcast station, Song Ya had no chance to show his face. The person in charge of publicity fast-forwarded the video. It was not until the intermission that Song Ya appeared on the TV screen again.
NBC (National Broadcasting Corporation of the United States) two hosts were talking about the celebrity audience in the VIP seats. They recognized one by one and went to Song Ya, "Who is this boy? Do you know?" "No." Simple Two sentences of dialogue have been taken.
The person in charge of publicity turned off the video recording agency, "This is the result of our public relations, at least it can arouse some people's interest in you."
"Fine."
Song Ya feels that Columbia Records is doing his best. You must know that this is the first year that NBC has just taken the broadcasting rights from CBS (CBS).
Wait until 6 pm, the Ifeelitcoming MV began to air on MTV.
After watching the MV for more than four minutes, "Is this girl the one you brought the body to that day? It's so spicy!" Tony slapped his forehead, "Is it the same girl who was in the New York hotel last time?"
The head of publicity and Hayden both focused on Song Ya.
"Sometimes I really want to tear your mouth, Tony." Song Ya said through gritted teeth.
But today can’t be done without Tony. For the first live performance in an underground nightclub, Song Ya can’t live without relying on Dile and Al.
At nine o'clock, everyone drove to Old Joe Music. Hayden and the propaganda officer did not let them follow.
Carl still kept the door, but this time, his fierce face showed some embarrassment, "It's not very convenient today, there is a quarrel above." He stood in the door and said.
"Who is arguing with whom?" Tony asked.
Everyone has heard the RAP accent that is unique to black women. The voice is uploaded from the building, and the words such as rolling, falling throat, and taking drugs can be heard clearly.
"1, 2, 3, 4..." Carl broke the finger of his left hand.
"1, 2, 3..." Then he retracted a finger, "1." His right hand extended a finger.
It seemed that the four aunts had infighted. Song Ya always slipped in case of poison. "Then we won't go up, Tony, go directly to the underground nightclub." He fisted Carclass="underline" "Take me to Hello, Old Joe."
Carl nodded and closed the door.
Everyone walked around to the back door of the underground nightclub opposite. Big A was smoking and bragging at the door.
"Why are you here so early?" He led Song Ya in, "I planned to be your turn at ten, APLUS."
"It's okay, is it safe today?"
Song Ya walked into this nightclub for the first time, except for broken walls, mottled walls, random graffiti, dim lighting, and no professional dance floor. It was just an ordinary basement structure. A small stage was located in the middle of the front. There are still several load-bearing pillars in the crowded space, making it impossible to see the stage at some angles behind the pillars. There is a serious imbalance in the ratio of males to females, and most of them are young black men.
This is actually not a nightclub, it can only be regarded as an old-style dance hall, because it is impossible to obtain a license from the municipal government to sell alcohol, but in this impossible place in Nancheng, no one will follow the government's order. Song Ya noticed that many people have There is no need to mention the smell of leaves in the paper cup of beer, and the colorful little'sugar pills' openly taken out of the arms and licked into the mouth.
But Song Ya can't escape this time.
"There is nothing safe to say here." Big A said, pointing to the load-bearing column closest to the stage, "Did you see that column? Don't mess with people leaning on it, that's the only rule here."
Song Ya looked intently and saw that Kenneth, the **** bobcat, was lazily leaning against the pillar. Indeed, there was the best view towards the stage, the closest to the back door, but from the front door, it happened to be in the blind spot. It can be described as advancing or retreating.
"YO! APLUS!"
The big guy also saw Song Ya, he waved, Song Ya had to go over.
The big guy pulled him into his arms and patted his back, "Child, thank you for the money you made for Old Joe Music, and I haven't forgotten it after he became famous."
"Of course, I came from Nancheng." Song Ya quickly showed loyalty.
"Go ahead and show off on stage."
The big guy is the big guy. He has no complaints about Song Ya's refusal of old Qiao's solicitation last time.
Tony took Dile and they had moved the equipment in and set it up.
Big A jumped onto the stage, picked up the microphone, "Everybody!" The boxing host's rough voice was learned by him.
waited to attract people's attention in the venue, "Second-hand store!" He raised a hand and pointed to GD's gang gesture.
The crowd responded with the sound of ‘HO’, and the atmosphere of the venue began to become enthusiastic.
"To De Klerk!"
‘HOOOOOO!’ drew shouts again.
"The songwriter!"
‘HOOOOOOO! ’
"APLUS!" Big A pointed at Song Ya, and Song Ya jumped onto the stage.
"Bring us a song Ifeelitcoming!"
‘HOOOOOOOOOO! ’
Song Ya took the microphone from his hand, and sang in front of the crowd for the first time. His heart was beating. Looking at the crowded NGers below, he was more nervous than the last time he gave a speech at school. And I've been too busy recently, but I really haven't sat down and fully prepared, and I feel even more nervous when I think of this.
"Don't be nervous, I will play the version with cushion sound (some passages in the accompaniment are the original vocals, and UU reading www.uukanshu.com is generally difficult to sing) version." Dile approached his ear from behind and said .
"OK." Song Ya nodded at him.
Dilay went back, adjusted a little with Al, and the prelude sounded.
Song Ya's body swayed slightly with the singing, controlling herself to enter the state, "Tellmewhatyoureallylike, BabyIcantakemytime..."
The four-minute song was quickly finished. He was swinging his body the whole time, and he had no interaction with the audience.
Fortunately, everyone gave face to face, the boss took the lead, and they all clapped.
Of course, don’t expect how exciting the atmosphere offstage can be with this style of song.
Suddenly, a young black man climbed up from the stage, and he didn’t know where he had set up a microphone, "YO! APLUS! You motherfucker! What kind of music you sing! I..."
As soon as he heard his rap, Song Ya knew that he was challenged by the stunned celadon. Fortunately, he was prepared, and he would not be almost crying on stage like Lori.
Tony jumped up, hugged the man in his arms, and pulled off the stage directly.
"You are disturbing my brother's field!? Huh?"
The iron fists of him and the two former rugby players of ‘Muffler’ fell like rain, "I’m asking you to disturb my brother’s court, you disturb my brother’s court."
The crowd below walked out of a big circle to watch the excitement, and they were all overjoyed. The two of them beat and cursed and had a good meal. The boss even kicked two feet in the battle himself.
"Huh..."
Song Ya took a long sigh of relief, then turned his head and met Dile and Al, and this first show...it was a success...
right?
Chicago 1990 Chapter 75: DJ
The group left the underground nightclub, Song Ya followed the big A into his studio.