"There's no point in that, Miss Kelly, you're in much worse shape in the evening than in the afternoon." Walter complained to Mariah Carey, who had been making mistakes in the studio.

"If she wants to record it, let her record it, Walt, it's okay, take your time, I'm not in a hurry." Song Ya persuaded him.

Walter looked up at the wall clock, "It's almost one o'clock in the morning." ”

Song Ya saw his anxiety, "Your wife has made several calls, go home, just have me here." ”

"Okay." Walter went to pull his coat into his hands, "She's been finding fault with me all this time. ”

"Then let's go home."

"Well, I'll go first, APLUS......" Walter pressed the intercom again, "Miss Kelly, don't leave APLUS too late, he's going back to Chicago tomorrow." ”

Mariah Kelly looked down at the score, only to raise her hand and beckoned outside.

"Walter is gone." Song Ya pressed the intercom and said.

"Hmm." Mary Carey still didn't look up.

The tuners also left work early, and now there was only one female assistant with a light bulb left in the studio, who was cleaning the table and getting a new coffee.

"Okay, Mimi, let's try a different way ......"

“Ooh…… NewYork……”

She hummed softly, clearly not putting her mind into carving a song, which is very rare.

Song Ya knew that he believed that Mariah Carey was the same, and there was a thick soundproof glass between the two, but they seemed to feel the ambiguous feelings and impatience in the air that could not be dissolved.

"Uh-huh." At about two o'clock in the morning, Mariah Carey picked up the empty cup and shook it outside, "Don't drink coffee, soda will do." ”

Song Ya turned around and saw that the female assistant had collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep.

He called softly twice in the past, but there was no response, so he took an empty cup, took some water casually, turned off the monitor in the control room, pushed the door and walked into the recording studio, and closed the door again with his backhand.

Mariah Kelly looked up and saw him come in, first subconsciously took a small step back, and then quickly lowered her head and looked at the dictionary in her hand.

"You want water." Song Ya handed the cup to her.

"Hmm." She reached out to take it, Song Ya withdrew the cup, deliberately out of her reach, and then grabbed her with her other hand and took her into her arms a little rudely.

She let out a short breath in fright like a rabbit, then stared out in horror with her beautiful eyes.

"Your assistant fell asleep on the couch." Song Ya leaned into her ear and whispered.

This sentence seems to have a kind of magic, Mariah Carey turned her head and stared at Song Ya's eyes, just like the supermodel Iman in the MV fell softly in MJ's arms, her body gradually tightened, and both of them could feel the hot temperature of each other's bodies.

"You're so beautiful today, Mimi." Song Ya looked at her delicate face affectionately and said.

"You've said that during the day."

"I don't mind saying it again, ten thousand times." Song Ya pursed her lips at her.

Mariah Carey was finally ignited with her pent-up passion, and she took the initiative to hold Song Ya's face with both hands, close her eyes, and put her lips away.

Song Ya took a deep breath of satisfaction, began to taste it attentively, and the hand holding her began to go down the slim pants, climbing up her round buttocks, unlike all the women she had used to, she in her arms was like made of water, whether it was her lips or other places, she could enjoy the soft touch through the fabric.

Feeling that one hand was completely insufficient, Song Ya was about to put the cup in the other hand on the table first, but he didn't expect to be too anxious, and mistakenly placed it on the edge of the table, and the cup immediately fell to the ground, making a crisp sound in the quiet and romantic night.

"Ahh Mariah Carey was so frightened that she scurried back to the microphone and put on her headphones for a second, "Ahem." She cleared her throat and looked out in a panic, as she tidied up her hair and clothes.

Song Ya wiped her mouth carefully, and pushed the door out with some regret, "What's wrong?" The female assistant on the sofa just woke up, rubbed her eyes and asked.

"I'll beat the cup, you'll do the work." Song Ya said to her.

"Oh." The female assistant sighed at the sight of the glass shards on the ground, and got up tiredly to get the cleaning utensils.

Song Ya looked back at Mariah Carey, who was pressing one hand to her heart, and the other hand picked up the folding fan as a stick and struck herself, "It's all your fault!" She mouthed viciously.

Song Ya returned a flying kiss.

This action scared her even more, she hurriedly ran out, and saw that the female assistant had just come back from outside with a garbage shovel, so she was relieved, "Forget it, I don't want to record it either, let's go back." ”

"Okay, Miss Kelly." The female assistant happily agreed, quickly disposed of the glass shards on the ground, and then helped her clean up her personal belongings.

"SORRY, APLUS, FOR DELAYING YOUR REST." She said in as normal a tone as she could.

"It's okay, I can catch up on sleep on the plane."

"That? Bye? ”

"Bye."

Song Ya sent the two to the door, "Uh, Miss Kelly, wait for me, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

"Oh, go ahead."

The female assistant had just disappeared around the corner, and under the light, two long shadows on the floor were pulled together again.

"I've been waiting." When the female assistant returned, Maria Carey was still standing and waiting, while Song Ya had already begun to pack up her personal belongings in the studio.

Leaving New York, Song Ya returned to school to report, and then held two fan parties in Detroit and Chicago on the 19th and 20th, respectively. Among them, because the fans in Chicago were too enthusiastic, Yeremov chose the venue in a stadium that can accommodate nearly 10,000 people, but only one side of the stands was opened, about 2,000 fans were present, the atmosphere was warm, Song Ya sang for more than an hour, and added a "Remember The Name" encore under the extremely enthusiastic request.

"Hey."

Cassidy appeared in the dressing room, still in the style of the good girl, with her hands behind her back, "Your performance is fantastic, APLUS." ”

"Do you want me out?" Taraghi, who was helping Song Ya remove her makeup, asked with a look in her eyes.

"No, the fans will organize so successfully, and it can't be separated from your efforts."

Song Ya soothed the girl a few words, "I'm too busy, I'm going to San Fan tomorrow, will I talk about it next time?" ”

"Uh, okay." Cassidy bit her lip, "I'll wait for you to come back." ”

"Hmm."

Song Yamu sent her to disappear at the door three times in one step.

"Changed sex, boss." Taragi teased.

"Busy with you."

In the past few days, Song Ya has lost her soul, whether it is Cassidy, Ferge, or even Harley who can meet her in Los Angeles, she can't lift her spirits.

San Francisco on the 22nd, he held two small singing clubs in Los Angeles on the 25th, San Francisco is okay, there are many Chinese faces in the fan group, Los Angeles is a little cold, and the city of angels, which has an incomparably developed entertainment ecology, has some lack of interest in him, it seems that in the previous joint publicity plan, the big E in charge of California did not sell any real strength.

"I'm a little tired." He returned to the dressing room, rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and flew around continuously to catch up with the scene, and today the audience was not very high, which caused him to be frequently distracted, and he had to spend a lot of energy.

"I'll press it for you." Taragi looked at him with some distress and offered to help massage his shoulder.

"Hmm......" I didn't expect that my assistant's skills were not bad, and Song Ya quickly fell into a state of drowsiness.

"Is APLUS in there?" Outside the door, Mariah Carey's voice rang out, "May I go in?" ”

"Yes, Miss Kelly." Old Mike helped push the door open.

Song Ya's eyes opened, and the person bounced up from the chair, "Mimi? What are you doing here? He was completely tired and stepped forward to hug the other in surprise.

"I don't think there's enough rehearsal for tomorrow, so I'll come to you." Mariah Carey took off her coat and asked Tarragi to put it away for her.

She was still wearing the same clothes as she had been in the New York studio that day, black slim pants, and a small black tank top.

"Where's your assistant?" Song Ya looked out the door.

"Well, she's a little unwell today, and I'm giving her half a day off."

"I'm glad you're here." Song Ya glanced at Taraghi.

Tarragi went out, and Old Mike was also very interested in helping to close the door, "I'm outside if there's anything." He said.

"Thanks, Mike."

Now, there are only two people left in the room.

"Uh......" Mariah Carey began to feel a little confused, she looked back at the closed door, and involuntarily stroked the other arm with her hand.

"Cold?" Song Ya stood in front of her, close enough to stick together, staring at her.

"Sort of."

Song Ya hugged her again, and in the way of a lover, the two could kiss with confidence this time.

For a long time, her sideburns were scattered, and she panted away from a little distance, "I think we'd better forget it, right?" It's not good to go on like this......"

Song Ya looked at her, his eyes were glazed, and he didn't answer for a long time, and a medieval costume movie image flashed quickly in his mind.

"What do you say?"

The sound of the violin, the sound of the guitar, a kind of Moussolou music from Africa with a primeval wildness sounds.

An African female singer sang a song called Saa Magni in a deep and distant voice, in Bambara language.

"If I don't speak, I'm gone, I shouldn't have come to you, but I can't control myself."

Mariah Kelly had tears in her eyes and slapped him the chest.

"Honey, don't worry too much." Song Ya spoke, "In the country of rice, in this city, the distance between people is only light. ”

He turned off the light in front of the dressing table.

"Samain, Samain......" (I can't find the lyrics, so I wrote them improvised)

Staring at each other in a dimly lit room, nothing can stop them.

Song Ya carried her off the ground, her hands trembled, and she took the initiative to grope on Song Ya's body, clumsily helping to untie her clothes.

The two were entangled, spinning, and breathing heavily.

Song Ya lifted the curtain of the small dressing room and hugged her in.