"But there's still no need to give the outside world the impression that you're teaming up with white men to fight Quincy Jones," Donovan said. ◢ With * dream ◢ small * say Щщш.suimeng"

Song Ya is well aware of the sensitive psychology of the black community in this regard, "Quincy Jones's current actions are secret, right?" If I make the intention public first, then the moral pressure will be shifted to the side of the other side, and when the news of their participation in the bidding comes out later, the black people will think that they are the ones who are causing the trouble. He said: "I just pretend not to know anyway, after all, they didn't plan to play with me in the first place, and they didn't even bother to say hello in advance." ”

"It's an okay idea, but you need to be careful if you want to handle it well." Donovan said.

"Tarraghi, let Yeremov prepare for a party, carnival style, I'm going to invite people from the black music scene in New York, why...... Let's just say I'm going to canvass for the next awards season. ”

Song Ya called NAS again and called him over.

Several people met in the study and roughly discussed a list of invitations.

"I'll reveal something at the party, and you'll pick up a few words for me when the time comes." He needed a support, and NAS was the perfect fit, "and help me find some pretty girls." ”

"No problem, your business is mine."

NAS thumped his chest and agreed, "I've heard some bad rumors about your APS ......" he said, "I heard that GD won't vouch for you and Lowry Jr. in the future?" ”

The news finally reached New York, "Almost, it's not a bad thing, brother, GD taking the initiative to dissociate itself from us will save us a lot less trouble from law enforcement." ”

In the face of the hip-hop circle, Song Ya can only hint that he still has something to do with GD, and it is estimated that the rhetoric on Lori Jr. will be similar.

"Okay." NAS expressed understanding, "It is true that the atmosphere in New York has been a bit abnormal recently, and the police are much more active than before. ”

No matter how dull Dingkins is, no matter how insistent on multiculturalism, he should wake up to the fact that the key to his next re-election is the issue of law and order, and it is normal for the New York police to take action, but it is not certain that he dares to take a heavy hand against African Americans.

"But let me say it upfront, the New York hip-hop scene doesn't think highly of your party, because you never offer 'good stuff.'" "They think you're a boring person," NAS said. ”

"Fxxk, I won't touch that kind of thing, don't count on them."

Song Yacai will not get involved in drugs, and in order to prevent hip-hop singers from bringing their own kind of things, he also specially instructed Old Mike and Mawota to be vigilant.

"But I'm glad you can tell me this, I need to hear what people really think about me, the more the better."

Sending NAS away, he and Hayden go to meet Shirley Fleming that night, and they make an appointment to meet on Broadway.

"Hello, Ms. Fleming."

In the second-floor box of the theater, Song Ya met Shirley Fleming, and with her was an old white man who was supposed to be a very good friend, "Mr. Barenboy." After the introduction, Song Ya politely shook hands with the other party.

"This person seems to be the next music director of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, a world-renowned pianist and conductor." Hayden found an opportunity and whispered in Song Ya's ear, "I'm waiting to take Solti's class." ”

Song Ya was immediately in awe, the Chicago Symphony Orchestra is one of the five major symphony orchestras in the United States, and it is also a top existence in the world.

"I wrote a little symphony, and I brought the videotape, performed by the school orchestra and choir, Mr. Barenboy, can you give me some guidance?"

He asked Hayden to take the tape from his bag that he was supposed to impress Shirley Fleming and hand it to Barenboy.

The other person's mouth moved, and he took the tape, "I'll watch it." He said politely.

"Then let's take a seat." Shirley Fleming was still the same arrogant Upper East Side style, and she couldn't see the slightest look of embarrassment in facing Song Ya again after being fired by Littleman, and she took the lead to the small grandstand on the second floor that protruded slightly in front of the box, and sat down on the side near the stage.

Barenboy nodded at the two and sat down beside her, leaving Songya and Hayden to sit behind them.

A theater waiter brought small binoculars for the four of them, and the shell was metal, which was very beautiful.

"About the ...... of American Music Magazine"

Song Ya wanted to chat with the two before it started, "Shhh Shirley Fleming put her index finger in front of her mouth, "Can you talk about it after watching the show?" Then he turned his head and looked intently at the stage.

Song Ya raised her eyebrows, and Hayden glanced at each other helplessly.

Today's performance is a new musical, Miss Saigon, based on the classic song Madame Butterfly, which has been critically acclaimed since its premiere on Broadway last year.

The auditorium was dimmed, and a group of scantily dressed Asian actresses appeared in center of the stage.

The play is set in the late Vietnam War and is a dialogue between a local prostitute and a pimp serving the Mi Army.

"You're my first Mi man." The actors sang.

Mi Jun then appeared, and the actresses scratched their heads at them, and all kinds of suggestive movements were very bold.

Song Ya frowned.

The music is very good, the actors sing very well, especially the heroine, but he is still a little uncomfortable, all the Vietnamese in the play want to go to the United States, the Asian heroine loves the white male protagonist with a wife to death, and is willing to give everything and finally die of martyrdom, this plot is difficult for him to like. Although the play reflects on the style of the rice army and its colonial mentality in the Vietnam War, the perspective is still centered on the West, or the United States.

"You don't like it?" At the end of the play, Barenboy looked back and asked.

Song Ya didn't know when he was sitting in the front row and observed his expression, "I don't understand it that much, this is the first time I've watched a musical in its entirety on the spot, Mr. Barenboy." He coped casually.

"There's no one who doesn't like it."

Shirley Fleming didn't realize what the two were talking about, she was still immersed in the plot, and tears welled up in her eyes, "It's a pity that this play didn't win the Tony Award for Best Musical, only Leah Salonga won Best Actress." ”

"Last name Salonga?" Song Ya saw the heroine's face and thought it was an East Asian.

"Well, Filipinos."

The actors all returned to the stage for a curtain call, everyone stopped talking, and Song Ya followed them and began to applaud.

"Ms. Fleming, since you are willing to see me so soon, I don't think you have any objection to our joining forces, do you?"

After the end, I was finally able to start talking about business, Song Ya asked Shirley Fleming.

"I don't think I have a choice, do I?"

Shirley Fleming glanced at him, "I heard that your income last year was more than 30 million?" ”

"Well, that doesn't mean I can come up with that much money."

It seems that the income statistics of financial magazines are also coming out soon, Song Ya asked rhetorically: "So, let's start talking about the details of cooperation, right?" ”

As they chatted, they walked to the outside locker, and Barenboy gentlemanly took his coat and helped Shirley Fleming put it on.

Shirley Fleming acquiesced, "Littleman ruined that magazine, he didn't deserve it, but how can you make sure you don't do the same thing as him?" ”

"I'm a musician, and even though I'm nothing in front of the mountains of classical music, I'm still a musician, and I made it clear when we first met, right? I also reminded you that Littleman was a simple businessman, but you didn't trust me at the time. ”

He motioned to Barenboy, "When Mr. Barenboy sees the symphony I composed, he will understand that I have ideas about classical music, and I am not a pure pop star." Well? He noticed that Barenboy had his hands empty and the tape was missing.

"Uh, I seem to have forgotten it......" Barenboy fumbled around for a moment, a little embarrassed.

"I'll go get it." Hayden turned around and walked back into the theater.