Compared with the more restrained TV stations, the tabloids in the United States have no discipline, Mira and Fergee's 'gone' moment is their favorite picture, and they added a lot of things without authorization, such as the Louise report that was extremely unfriendly to Song Ya, as if I had heard it with my own ears, made up the conversation between Mila and Fergie at that time, and basically made a fuss about Song Ya's ability in a certain aspect, which was both shameless and vulgar.

Song Ya is not ready to be a soft persimmon to bear silently this time, he asks Goodman and Hamlin to start collecting evidence, and is ready to take this nasty Los Angeles tabloid to kill the chickens and monkeys. At the same time, he also picked a Pittsburgh rapper, who took advantage of the loophole that Show me the money was not officially released and was not widely disseminated, and filled in his own RAP lyrics, and actually sold nearly 5,000 cassettes through underground channels, and also boasted about it, for fear that others would not know. Song Ya asked Big A to investigate, and the other party has no gang background and is a perfect target for accusation, so it's him.

In addition to these two lawsuits, a resident of Tribeca's rental apartment was also taken to a local court by Hamlin for damaging the interior of his home and refusing to pay compensation.

Following her fame and income, Song Ya unconsciously began to keep up with the average annual litigation volume of A-list stars.

On the evening of the 24th, Song Ya and Fei Ji, dressed in formal suits, found their seats in the first row of the concert hall, they seemed to have arrived a little early, and most of the audience had not yet taken their seats.

"People look at me differently."

Fergie whispered that since the news of the airport tearing up has been widely spread, the photos of her being torn off her shirt by Mila have spread all over the country, and Mila has taken advantage of public opinion on her by showing off her private jet, and the snobbish people in the United States have begun to talk about Mira's Maoist ancestry, and since her debut at the age of eleven, she has appeared on the covers of many top fashion magazines in a row, causing De Klerk to be a smash hit, a new album just released, and her legendary investor father, etc., and even her failed movie returned to the blue reef, The sale and rental of video tapes has also been boosted.

And Fergie is considered inferior to Mira in any aspect in the rest of the country, except for the California region where she remembers her status as a child star, so it's no wonder that she blames APLUS for thinking about Mila in the lyrics. People started talking about her.

"Don't get entangled, our i hate u i love u is a big hit, your one is really hot." Song Ya could only comfort her like this, "You have to start thinking about it yourself, my creative output is too low, as a singer, you can't count on me, the boss and producer, you can choose the songs collected by the company, and you have to use the connections that invite songs outside." ”

"Hmm." Fergie obediently agreed.

"R Kelly, over here." At this time, a familiar voice sounded not far away, Song Ya looked over, Quincy Jones was leading a young black man to this side, he looked at himself, and was stunned for a moment, "Hey, APLUS." ”

"Mr. Jones." Song Ya pushed Fei Ji, who was still sitting stupidly, squeezed out a smile, and got up to greet the other party.

"You've been in a lot of news lately."

Quincy Jones smiled and introduced to both parties, the black man who came with him is called R Kelly, also a Chicago native, he is a rookie singer of JIVE Records, he just released his debut album last month, and his results and industry reviews are very good.

The seats on both sides were right next to each other, and perhaps the concert organizer who provided the tickets thought that the two sides were on good terms, Quincy Jones sat down next to Song Ya, "It's the Grammys tomorrow night, and you should be in New York now, not here." ”

"I didn't perform on the Grammys, so I didn't have anything to prepare in advance." Song Ya replied.

"Aha, that's not a good sign, young man." Quincy Jones said, "By the way, did you vote for Will Smith?" ”

His favourite duo Will Smith and DJ Jazzy Jeff were shortlisted for Rap Group of the Year this year.

"Of course, what about you? You must have supported me, right? Song Ya asked rhetorically.

"Haha, that's nature." Quincy Jones smiled brightly, "To be honest, we're a little bothered by the fact that you made that black judges brainlessly support you and Miss Kelly's Single of the Year Award." ”

Song Ya replied, "Really? I don't remember doing that, but the BET report was not very responsible, and Johnson shouldn't have believed the rumors created by the so-called insiders. ”

Quincy Jones' facial muscles moved, "Yes, he should dig deeper and give you a clean slate, instead of mentioning it once and then leaving it behind." ”

"You're not happy with what he's doing?"

"How, he's a black light."

"Why? Aren't you also a black light? You used to be a producer at MJ, but unfortunately you didn't get to continue working together. ”

"I've created so many singers, and MJ is just one of them for me."

"Build? MJ has been popular for a long time, right? ”

"He just became famous too early, that's why he is so arrogant, if he can change his temper, maybe he can win a few more Grammys. You must remember his lesson. ”

"Haha." Song Ya smiled lightly: "I'd rather win a few fewer Grammy Awards and then be as popular as MJ." ”

"Don't give up so easily, young man, be careful not to lean on both ends."

"Indeed, so I'm not going to give up."

"That's good......"

The two of them were angry with each other, and at the same time lost their talking sex, and moved their eyes to the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen......"

Barenboy came to the stage in a tuxedo, with a graceful demeanor, the change of the old man's temperament in different environments made Song Ya secretly amazed, when they first met, he thought that the other party was just an old-fashioned and old conductor, and the second time he met each other in the practice field, he was passionate and stern, as if he was twenty years younger. Now on the stage, holding the baton, facing the audience, he has the majesty and nobility of a king.

Perhaps, as a time-traveler who relies on the apocalypse, a layman, is destined to be unable to the rich and treacherous inner world of these real artists. During this time he had heard a gossip about a conversation between Barenboy and his wife, the British cellist Dupree, who asked him, 'Will you still love me when I stop playing the cello?' He replied, "If you don't play the violin, it's not you." ”

Unexpectedly, Dupree later suffered from multiple sclerosis and really couldn't play the cello.

And Barenboy did leave her, and in the last days of her life, which was tormented by illness, she formed another family outside......

Thinking of this, Barenboy smiled and gestured to himself, only to realize that there was a nearby photographer with a machine facing him, and he immediately reminded Fergie with his elbow, and then the two of them raised their hands and clapped softly and smiled in return.

Quincy Jones, beside her, gave her a puzzled look.

Barenboy turned, raised his hands, and the baton fell, and the concert prelude: Game of Thrones rang out.

The deer is crowned, and the lion and the wolf are worshipped.

The Chicago Symphony Orchestra was a world away from the previous middle school orchestra, and the two-minute symphony was completed in one go, completely equal to the original version in Song Ya's mind, and the first wave of applause rang out in the concert hall.

Song Ya tilted her head slightly, observing the facial expressions of the audience behind her, well, it seemed that the response was good, and it was not entirely out of etiquette.

"Boy, I'll see you tomorrow at the Radio City Music Hall." After the whole performance, the audience began to leave, and Quincy Jones stood up and stretched out her hand to Song Ya.

"See you tomorrow." Song Ya held his hand, "I hope we all have gains." ”

"Haha, young people must be calm, otherwise the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment."

"It's okay, some people get trophies and others get disappointed, and that's fair."

"Good, good." Quincy Jones withdrew his hand, "See you tomorrow." ”

"See you tomorrow."