“Cheese！”

In the CD factory, Song Ya, Motura and others smiled, their hands pressed a red prop button at the same time, and the shutter sound and flash lights in the hands of reporters recorded the historical moment when the production of the "A+" album officially began.

"Mr. APLUS, at a time when Where Is The Love is taking the country by storm, what considerations did you choose to release this debut album?" A journalist asked.

"I hope this album will give the people of the United States the strength to coexist peacefully and move forward, which is also the motivation and purpose of my creation of Where Is The Love." Song Ya replied.

"What do you think of the Rodney King case?" Another reporter asked.

"I can't answer this question, I'm just as confused as you, if you listen to the song Where Is The Love, you can probably clearly understand my personal emotions and thoughts, in short, I hope those big people can stand with the people and solve the problem together." Song Ya's expression became very serious.

"So you're not happy with the outcome of the Rodney King trial?" The reporter asked.

"I think the people of Los Angeles have already given the answer." Song Ya replied.

The reporter did not hesitate, "Do you support that form of violent resistance? ”

"No, no, of course ......not," Song Ya hurriedly denied, "it must have been a tragedy, many people died, many more were injured and missing, countless houses and property were damaged, and no one would want that scene to happen again." ”

A third reporter interjected, "Would you do something about it?" Except for this song. ”

"Of course, I'll donate a portion of the proceeds from this album to charity and do my part."

"Can you tell me the exact amount?"

"Please...... My album hasn't been sold yet! Song Ya smiled and touched her nose, "All I can reveal now is that it won't be a small amount." ”

The reporters laughed, "I wish you a big sale of APLUS!" Someone shouted.

"Thank you, and thank you for your support." Song Ya smiled and beckoned.

Just as he was about to turn around and end this little press conference, "APLUS, did you plan to release the album after the events in Los Angeles?" Perhaps you foresaw this catastrophe? It's the perfect time to shoot, isn't it? A voice popped up in the back row.

"Which media are you a reporter for?" Song Ya glared at the back row.

Louise reports. The crowd dispersed, and a raunchy young white man appeared in his field of vision.

"This is an accusation of complete malice and without a basic conscience, and I remember the Los Angeles tabloid you worked for, and we are going to court!" Song Ya pointed his finger at the other party, "I'll sue you to bankruptcy, trust me." ”

"You won't succeed as a big star, we won't succumb to your money and ......"

The other party was about to make a tirade, but a factory security guard rushed over and dragged him out.

"SORRY APLUS, HE SLIPPED IN THROUGH THE STAFF TUNNEL." The factory security supervisor came over to apologize.

"It's okay." Song Ya smiled, "Submit to my money? I'm not going to give them a dime for the newspaper......"

Motura and the reporters all laughed.

And Motura they walked into the office, "The first batch of a million, the assembly line priority is the first." The plant manager introduced.

"It will sell quickly, and the follow-up production will have to keep up."

Motura admonished, then smiled and introduced the long-haired white man dressed as a 'hippie' to Song Ya, "This is Philby, is this the first time you've met?" ”

"Yes, hello Mr. Philby." Song Ya shook hands with the other party, "Thank you for your continued support and my help before the release of my first album." Although he has always been angry with himself, he still has to say what he says.

Music critics such as Philby were hired by Motura to help review the arrangement of the songs in the first album, which was a technical task.

"Hello, APLUS."

Philby had a polite smile on his face, "The style of your first album is too miscellaneous, this time it can burn a lot of our brain cells, and the style of the next album is better to be uniform." ”

"I'll plan well, no way, my production is not high." Song Ya replied.

"It's true that all singers want their debut to be as good as they can be." Philby said.

"You'd give Where Is The Love a good review, right?" Song Ya asked.

Philby smiled, "Of course, I wouldn't have come if it wasn't for this song." ”

"The Where Is The Love promotional music video will be shown on CBS's Los Angeles feature and will be available in the evening." Before leaving the factory, Motura said.

The pseudo-documentary-style music video appeared on time on the CBS evening show, and the picture starts in black, with only the title of the song Where Is The Love, "I was born in the South Side of Chicago, but I made millions of dollars at the age of fifteen with some musical talent......" followed by Song Ya's calm monologue.

The picture lights up, and the camera passes over the manuscript of the second-hand store on the table, the original script of the lyrics and music to De Klerk, etc., and then Song Ya's large thick gold chain, shiny rhinestone tag and other luxury goods.

"I'm loved by my fans......"

The picture is accompanied by some slices of Song Ya's previous life, in the video store, 'Ah! The girls screamed at Song Ya, who was sitting at the signing table, and the line was long, with many adults waiting to be signed by replacing the green rice knives they were holding in their hands with a CD of his single I Feel It Coming.

"I just got my Grammy......"

He stood on the Grammy stage with Mariah Carey, holding a gold gramophone.

"I used to be arrogant that I could do anything......"

The scene shifted to the live performance of Remember The Name, Song Ya and others on the stage sang passionately, and the people under the stage kept shaking their heads to the music, the atmosphere was very frenetic, and even some young men and women began to cry bitterly.

"I am willing to do what I can for the world......"

Naturally, the images are of him with Mandela, as well as images of him participating in various charities and affirmative activism, including, of course, his protests on the streets of Chicago for the Rodney King case.

"I used to think I could do whatever I wanted."

He hugged Fergie, and appeared in front of the camera with a hug in front of him, he should have just come out of the party, facing the nasty paparazzi, two young people who were a little drunk compared their middle fingers to the camera, scolding words starting with F, of course, they were intimately mosaic and silenced by CBS.

"But...... Do I really know the world, this country, this people? What's going on in their minds? What kind of life do you live? ”

The camera cuts to the poorest black neighborhood in Los Angeles, with shirtless children, idle young men, old people leaning on their faces blankly, and wandering warblers hiding in the alleys.

"I don't understand anything, I just look at it superficially."

The prelude sounds, with the four police officers who beat Rodney King acquitted and leaving the courthouse, followed by a montage of cuts that jump straight to the sporadic fires in Los Angeles and the crowds of protesters scurrying through the streets and shops.

What's wrong with the world， mama?

People livin' like they ain't got no mamas

"What the hell is wrong with us?"

As the Where Is The Love music played, the helicopter filmed people beating up a white driver lying motionless on the ground.

"What the hell is wrong between us?"

Two Silla people with pistols kept firing.

"God, can you give me some revelation?"

Father father father， help us

Send some guidance from above

"It can teach us how to live in peace under the same sky."

A black pastor protected the injured white man and shouted at the black people who rushed up to him and wanted to commit violence: "If you want to kill him, kill me first!" ”

These people got me got me questionin'

Where is the love?

"Where is the all-powerful true love?"

In the Chinese restaurant on Clark Street, Song Yazheng is working hard to write a song about Where is the love (reshoot) under the watchful eyes of Goodman and others.

Where is the love， the love， the love……

Fergie sings the lyrics on the stage at Clark Street, followed by a long section of Al full of accusations and interrogations, and the people below the stage have tears in their eyes, holding candles and lighters, illuminating the scene like the Milky Way.

"After all, we only have one world."

We only got，One world， one world……

When the music ended, Song Ya stood alone in front of the camera, her face melancholy and confused, looking down at the big question mark made of flames on the ground in front of her.