"Forget it, my song is very leisurely, it doesn't matter if you don't dance well, you don't even need to deliberately pursue the standard of dance steps..."
He confessed to the director, "Shoot more material, and I have to participate in the post editing. By the way, let the girls wear as cool as possible when the time comes, and the style of my second major is consistent. Sony Columbia Records gives you the relevant requirements, right? ?"
"OK, no problem, I know."
The little MV director had no ideas in front of the big stars, and readily accepted them one by one.
"Doggo did they go to Las Vegas?"
Ignoring the frustrated eyes of the girls, he left the temporarily isolated beach studio surrounded by bodyguards (in the future, the MV will not involve the plot and will not be written in detail).
"Well, they left in the morning, they are waiting for you over there." Linda replied.
"Then let's get there as soon as possible." Song Ya nodded, "The shooting went well today. I thought it would be done at night."
"Boss..." At this time, Scout anxiously wiped his sweat and appeared in front of him. "A Biggie's attendant made trouble in the backstage of yesterday's runway, what should I do?"
"Didn't they all leave?" Song Ya frowned.
"That guy seemed to be entangled with a model from last night, so he stayed quietly. He didn’t find anyone in the backstage today. The other party probably didn’t tell him that he was shooting a MV on the beach today. He drank a lot of alcohol and made it a bit ugly. What to do? If you don’t stop the organizer, you will call the police and arrest people."
Scout led him to the catwalk last night.
Song Ya followed into the entrance, and suddenly remembered that Mira was the show tonight, she should be rehearsing in it now, and immediately stopped, "Damon, are you familiar with Biggie's attendants? Take Mavota in and get him Just carry it out..."
"Ok."
Damon Dash, who was temporarily acting as a follower, led the people with Scout.
Song Ya stood at the entrance with Old Mike and the others waiting, suddenly feeling a little melancholy. He couldn't figure out why he had to avoid meeting with Mira, and soon a drunken black voice came out, "Damon! Get out! Where's Bitch? She tricked me, I want to see her, right now!"
"Fxxk! Don't embarrass Biggie to us New Yorkers here!"
Song Ya looked in, and the drunk was being dragged on the T stage by Damon Dash and Marvota. The guy kicked his legs frantically. The female models in the rehearsal had already hid the runway and gathered together to watch the excitement and talk and laugh.
He didn't see Mila's figure, so he turned to look for it. What a coincidence! It turned out that Mila was leaning against the wall near the entrance, only a few meters away from him, alone, holding a long slender cigarette in his hand, expressionless and cool. Cool stared at the farce on the T stage without a mouthful. The baby on his cheeks was long gone, and his appearance was more neutral than when he was with himself. His eyes were hollow, and he wore something thin and almost transparent. The fashion, except for the small briefs below, is all in the rhythm of being watched by others.
Song Ya immediately felt an inexplicable discomfort, walked a few steps directly, and took off the cigarette in her hand. "Why did you smoke this?" After checking it, it was an ordinary brand of women's cigarettes, which was a little relieved.
"It is you……"
Mira turned her head to see him, unexpectedly very calm, turned her head and continued to stare at the runway, "I smoked it a long time ago, it's just a cigarette."
"Do you need to dress like this?" Song Ya asked in a low voice.
"What's this? Oh, you mean this..."
She lowered her head and slightly covered her chest with her hand, "I used to be red, so I always get the most exposed clothes when on the catwalk. It's just work, nothing, I've got used to it a long time ago. We don't avoid men at all when we change clothes in the background Ours, that’s it, time is too fast."
"Where is your mother?" Song Ya looked up to find someone.
"She?" Mila smiled lightly, "I fired her, and the agent William Morris who was good with her was also fired. Now I am my own master."
Song Ya had nothing to say for a while, "It should have been this way."
"Haha." She lowered her head and smiled, and said nothing.
My ex-girlfriend’s personality has changed too much. The vicissitudes and maturity she inadvertently reveal now makes Song Ya feel a little bit painful. There is no way. The ups and downs in life she has experienced in the past few years have been too great. It's hard to face all that.
"I saw you yesterday." Song Ya said.
"Well, I know you are performing, so I quietly came over and took a look. Your song is still so nice...but I don't believe you will be sad for the death of Lori like in the song. You used to hate him very much. ..." She smiled.
"Uh……"
Song Ya was embarrassed, the former ex-girlfriend still knew herself, "I still remember he tried to soak you before."
"Well, I saw him very annoying at first sight. I remember another time, in a Nike store? He hugged his girlfriend and Tony, the silencer, and AK. Is it AK?"
"Yes, AK is also dead."
"I regret that……"
The two of them unknowingly talked about the past like old friends, "By the way, thank you for the precious gifts you gave me before. You helped me through the most difficult period. You also helped me get stuck with Robert I rushed back to the UK, I remember..." She said, "I always wanted to say thank you to you personally, but... Fortunately, I finally have a chance today~www.mtlnovel.com~Nothing, no effort." Song Ya waved his hand. , "What's the matter with Mark Horton, the producer of your second major? He suddenly returned to Australia. He was pestering you, right?"
"Oh, my mother and I did it. We deliberately designed it so that his wife caught him and me alone in the hotel room."
She shrugged lightly and calmly seemed to be talking about ordinary things. "Later, my tour manager Chris Brenner took advantage of the void and he followed where I went. I wanted to get rid of him by repeating the same tricks. , But this time my mother was unwilling to cooperate with me. She even persuaded me and the old man who has some resources in the music circle to just go together. So I acted alone, but unfortunately he saw it through, and the tour had to be suspended after the fallout. Then I secretly contacted the current model agency and used their energy to fire the manager’s mother and her manager’s lover."
"Wow, did you do this by yourself?" Song Ya can hardly imagine that the girl who used to be emotionally screaming or crying could do all this alone in the sinister entertainment industry.
"Well, one person, one has to grow up." She said.
Suddenly, a flash of light came on, followed by the sound of a shutter, and Song Ya raised her head in shock. A dark figure was passing through the dim stands and ran to another exit quickly.
"Fxxk! Damon! Leave that kid alone, stop him!" Song Ya shouted immediately.
"Who!?" Damon Dash and Marvota had just dragged Biggie off the runway.
"Um, that paparazzi who ran out! Catch him! Quick!"
Before Song Ya's words fell, the man had disappeared from sight, "Oh! M-FXXK!" He smashed the lady's cigarette that he was still holding into the ground.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 684: ?7 guilt
The photographer was not the paparazzi at all, but the media photographer that this small brand invited to help with the promotion. After the guy fled, he simply didn't even want to work, and he disappeared.
"Temporary worker, right?"
Song Ya was in a bad mood to apologize to the media leader who apologized to her channel, and left the sentence "Waiting to receive the lawyer's letter" and then greeted Mila and hurriedly left. Miami is a ghost place, and there is no good thing. , He couldn't imagine how Mariah Carey would have trouble with himself after the photo was exposed.