It seems that they got married quite early in Eastern Europe, but Mila did not mention this because of tradition, nor did she really want to spend her life with Song Ya, but because of rebellion, she now very much wanted to get rid of Mrs. Jovovich's care.

Mila kept complaining that Mrs. Jovovich was not allowed to do this, that she was not allowed to do that.

Leaning on the mirror, pretending to listen, Song Ya's thoughts flew to other places like butterflies, "If I didn't give you that song, what would have happened later?" He asked, "Your family was in a difficult situation, wasn't it?" ”

"I don't know, anyway, at that time, my mother sold everything she could, and almost even the last pearl necklace, which was the ...... my grandmother gave her"

Mira recalled, "My dad called her twice in three days to urge her to go to Columbia Pictures to advance my salary, what can she do, Columbia Pictures was regretting signing me as the heroine at that time, and even thought of changing people, how could she agree to advance the salary." For a little money, we drove from Los Angeles to Chicago for your second-hand store music video, and then drove to New York, across the United States, just to save a few plane tickets......"

Is it so miserable? Song Ya was the first time he heard Mila mention of that time, he remembered the travel bag in the Brooklyn music classroom, and it was because of that, combined with the car that the two of them drove and the information Hayden got from Hollywood, he judged that their family was in an embarrassing situation, so he boldly took action and dived......

Ahem, he suppressed the guilt of taking advantage of others, how to say that he is also a nobleman of their family, the villa in Hollywood, and Mrs. Jovovich's house on the Upper East Side just now, all because of one of his songs that made Mila popular, they only have these.

"Actually, I've already taken over Revlon's commercials, as well as Versace, Chanel, ......"

Mira continued: "When I was eleven or twelve years old, I didn't understand anything, so I kept wearing all kinds of clothes, taking pictures, taking pictures...... I thought of a lot of ways not to take pictures, fighting wits with my mother, losing my temper, and smashing things. Then all of a sudden, one day, no one came to me to take pictures...... Then there was another problem with Dad's company, and we had to work hard to run around and take the initiative to ask someone to give me a chance......"

"Aren't they all back now?" Song Ya scratched her nose and comforted her softly: "You have endless photos now." ”

"Hmph, I've seen through the snobbery in the fashion industry, and I hate them."

You don't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, Song Ya hugged her tightly, "Dear ......"

"How?"

"Would you like to try looking in the mirror......

"You! Dislike! Spoil the atmosphere! It's all this filth in my head! ”

New York~

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do

now you're in New York~

The next day, Song Ya reappeared in the studio, in good spirits, and Mariah Carey rolled her eyes at him in the studio.

"Miss Kelly, I said it, don't add changes without permission!"

He pressed the intercom and commanded loudly into the microphone.

She also uses her middle finger.

"......" Song Ya swapped out the accompaniment tape with Donnie Breston sung version, and then lay comfortably on the couch in the control room.

She immediately took off her headphones and rushed out in a huff, "What do you mean?!" ”

"If you do this again, I might as well go back to Donnie." Song Ya made an indifferent expression.

She glared at Song Ya fiercely first, turned around and took out her phone from her bag, and dialed the number as she walked out, "Tommy......"

After about ten minutes, Walter pushed her back from the outside, "It's all young people, and the dispute over art will limit it to art, don't go overboard, APLUS!" He yelled at Song Ya, "Your behavior just now was very excessive!" ”

"I apologize to you, Miss Kelly." Song Ya shrugged.

"Humph!" Mariah Carey folded her hands and shook her head with her lips pouted, her eyes fixed on the ceiling.

"JUST LET APLUS ......" Walter turned back to coax her, "He's five years younger than you, just think he's a younger brother, he's naïve, you can't be as naïve as him." ”

"I'm not in the mood to record today!" Mariah Carey took the record out of the record player and threw it directly into the trash.

"Then I'll record my own." Song Ya put the accompaniment back and walked into the recording studio, "I grew up in Chicago, and now I walk in New York......"

With his eyes closed, he finished singing the first adapted lyrics in a very good state, and found that Mariah Carey had quietly stood beside her at some point, picked up the microphone, "New York ......"

“YES！” Song Ya inserted exactly to the beat.

"This concrete jungle made of dreams ......"

"Yeah~" Song Ya pulled his throat.

"You can do anything from now on......"

“YES！”

"Now you're ...... in New York"

“That's right！ That's right！ ”

The two worked together seamlessly this time, with Mariah Carey compromising her singing style and Song Ya also giving the best rap part.

"Wow!"

Walt's applause came in, "It worked very, very well...... I even want to make it the final version. ”

"Humph......" Mariah Carey snorted triumphantly, turning the back of her head to Song Ya and ruffling her hair.

"Why are one or two of them tsundere......" Song Ya complained secretly, "Isn't it good to be like this earlier." He took the initiative and said, "Miss Kelly, shall I have dinner in the evening?" ”

"I'm tired of eating that French restaurant."

"Do you want to go to Chinatown and eat Chinese food?"

“emmmm……”

"Then I'll reserve a seat."

"Take us with you, too!" Walter shouted outside.

In early April, Song Ya finished recording at Empire State of Mind and stepped into the NCAA Basketball Finals with DeLay and Al.

In the United States, this game is even more popular than the NBA Finals, and Sony Colombia will officially start the large-scale promotion of Remember The Name from here.

In midfield, both teams returned to the dressing room.

The staff pulled the microphone cable into the center of the field.

"Are you ready?"

In the aisle, Song Ya looked at Dillay and Al beside him, their faces were solemn, Dillay kept jumping slightly, like a boxer about to go on stage, and Al simply hit his cheek with his fist to relieve the pressure.

"Don't be nervous, little scene." Song Ya has now experienced a hundred battles and has seen a lot, as a veteran, he has to comfort the two 'newcomers' instead.

"It's okay, I'm okay." The two replied.

"One last check on the monitors and headphones." The three of them checked the monitors strapped to their waists behind their backs and the headphones that plugged one ear.

“APLUS！” The host is already starting to announce the curtain.

The crowd's cheers exploded, "Delay! Al! Remember The Name！ ”

A strong prelude sounds.

"Follow me, Let's go!" Song Ya took the microphone from the staff, picked up the A+ tag on his chest and kissed it, stepped on the beat and rushed into the arena neatly, raised the microphone to his mouth, and flipped the switch with his fingers, "You ready?"

He raised one hand and made a circle of three hundred and sixty degrees, as if to greet all the spectators.

“ready！”

This song did not have large-scale publicity, and the popularity was not high, and only some audiences echoed loudly.

“Let's go！”