"Thank you all for coming! I will announce the final candidates separately! ”

When the dancers were almost finished, Delay stopped the music and announced loudly with open hands.

Song Ya hid in the office, waiting for everyone to leave in twos and threes before showing up, and several people helped Mawota move the equipment back to the car, "Delai, I have a new idea, let's go back to the recording studio." ”

He can't wait, the eighth Apocalypse song showmethemoney is not excellent compared to other Apocalypse songs, but it is better because the accompaniment is simple, the difficulty of singing is not high, the production speed should be very fast, and it seems to be a movie soundtrack, not even a formal MV, he plans not to release a single like feelitstill, and put it into the future debut album after recording.

"The trumpet song is still in the accompaniment stage...... DeLay reminds.

"There is no rush to release either song, remembertheateofmind will be promoting it for a while, but while I have time to spare, I will record them first."

The trumpet song is more complicated, Song Ya is going to get Sony Columbia Records for post-production, and this showmethemoney he intends to be the first single to be produced entirely by A+ Records.

A few people returned to A+ Records, a team of trumpeters were practicing in the studio, and Andrew and Henry were sitting in front of the computers in the control room.

"Hey, Aplus!"

The trumpeters saw Song Ya stop playing one after another, "We're almost done, just waiting for you!" ”

“ok！”

The trumpet is his specialty, and according to his expectations, if there is an opportunity to perform live in the future, he can take the trumpet on stage and show his hand, so he must participate in the accompaniment recording stage.

"Dada, dada, dada......"

He took out his trumpet from his office and squirmed his way into the studio, the music without superfluous words, and the trumpeters adjusted for a moment and quickly joined in to his rhythm.

"Very good, I'll do it again later, pay attention to ......"

Delai supervised the correction over and over again, the cheerful music can really immerse people in it, the trumpeters were a little restrained at first, and some people would deliberately flatter Song Ya, but after three or five times, everyone's mood gradually came up, you have some problems with this sound, I missed a beat and so on just now, everything revolves around the music, and the discussion is very pure.

This team of trumpeters was hired from the top local wind orchestra in Chicago, which was much higher than the level of Song Ya, the principal of the middle school orchestra, of course, there was nothing to do with them in the future publicity, Song Ya's trumpet experience and participation in the accompaniment was a selling point, which had to be highlighted.

"See you tomorrow." A few hours passed unconsciously, and after the recording ended, Song Ya sent the trumpeters out of the studio.

"Hayden?" He saw Hayden waiting outside, "Why are you back so soon?" ”

"Let's go to the office and say." Hayden pulled him into his office and pulled out a videotape and slipped it into the VCR.

"What's wrong?"

It is the logo of a small local TV station in New York, Song Ya saw a street picture, first kept shaking, as if the cameraman was running, and then intercepted Mariah Carey, who had just gone out, at the door of a building, there were many reporters, and the camera was pointed at her from above the bodyguard's shoulder, "Hey, Miss Kelly, can you answer your sister's question?" A reporter asked.

Mariah Carey, who was wearing sunglasses, immediately stretched out her hand to cover her face and walked towards the car without saying a word, "I heard that your sister's current life is very embarrassing and she hasn't been taken care of by you at all, is that true?" "The journalist is unrelenting.

"This is not true!" The female assistant next to her helped respond.

"What are the facts?" The reporters asked.

The female assistant didn't reply, got into the car with Mariah Carey, shook off the pursuit of the reporters, and walked away.

"That's it?"

Song Ya didn't understand, "Is there anything abnormal about this?" ”

"It's not normal."

Hayden changed the tape again, and it was the interview scene of the last time Mariah Carey's sister sang, "You look at the background of the picture. He prompted.

The background is a bookshelf, judging from the furnishings and books on the shelf, at least it is a middle-class family in the United States.

"So what? Her sister's family conditions are obviously good, and what those reporters say about the embarrassment of life is completely nonsense. Song Ya asked.

"That's not her home, it's supposed to be on TV......," Hayden rewinded, then froze the frame, pointing to a small trophy on the bookshelf, "Look, her father is an engineer, and there is no way there is such a journalism trophy at home." ”

"Can you stop selling it?" Song Ya was confused by him.

Hayden smiled and pulled a tabloid from his pocket.

Song Ya impatiently pulled it from his hand and looked through it, which vividly described how difficult her sister was, and several requests for help from Mariah Kelly went unanswered, and then hinted that her sister had started a leather business in order to make a living.

Hayden turned on the radio again, and the radio DJ inside was talking about it, "After a star becomes famous, he doesn't care about his family, but it's really rare to be as decisive as Mariah Carey, this new Diva's debut album is still at the top of the Billboard album sales chart, how much money does she make?" But he was so stingy that he didn't give a dime to his biological sister, and watched the other party fall because of life......"

"WTF ......" Song Yaxin said when America valued family affection so much, especially when the DJ with a black accent came out of his mouth with such words, which made people feel even more funny.

"You see it's not normal, right?"

Hayden changed the station again, and the black DJ in it was also talking about it, and the opinion was even more weird, "Mariah Carey is white, I repeat, after her parents divorced, she was raised by a white mother, and her heart is also white, she doesn't want to have any relationship with her black father, and it's very normal for her sister who grew up with her father to not get her care......"

At first, hyping her sister's singing voice attracted the public's attention, and then yesterday she began to break the news that her sister's life was in distress, and today new information will be broken one after another, pointing directly at Mariah Carey's character problems. This is a standard smear step, combined with the fact that all the local small TV stations, tabloids and radio stations involved in it have no subordinate relationship, but they cooperate so tacitly, there must be a master behind the command of everything. Hayden said, "It's getting worse now. ”

"What does this have to do with me? She's so red, it's normal for someone to want to pull her down Diva's position, Motura should be able to handle it, he's so powerful. ”

Song Ya asked him, "Did Tribeca's real estate agent help me find it?" ”

"Of course, the last thing that is lacking in the United States is real estate agents." Hayden turned off the radio, "This definitely has something to do with you, you will be on stage with her in a few days, and there will definitely be reporters trying to get you to take a stand." Sony Colombia is still silent about this matter at the moment, and you'd better call that side and discuss a unified voice. ”

"Wouldn't it be the end of the point if you just told me the point? Go around in such a big circle. ”

Song Ya picked up her mobile phone and dialed, "Hey, Walt......"

"It's all going well for me, I watched the news, Miss Kelly......"

"yes, what should I say?"

After a few words he hung up, "Walter asked me to refuse to answer the question. He said to Hayden, thought about it again, and dialed Mariah Carey's phone.

"Hey." The voice on the other side of the microphone was tired.

"I watched the news and my agent told me ......"

In the middle of Songya's speech, Maria Carey sobbed over there, "I gave her money, I swear I did......" She cried aggrievedly like a little girl, "Why did she still partner with someone else to harm me......"

"Mary!" Motula's stern voice suddenly came from next to her, "Didn't I tell you, don't answer the phone by the way!" Don't even talk about that! ”

"It's aplus! Can't I answer my friend's phone either? Mariah Carey protested.

There was a murmur in the microphone, and the phone was taken into Motura's hand, "Aplus, don't respond to any questions about this to the media. ”

"I know, I talked to Walt." Song Ya replied.

"Ok, when I find out who is behind the ghost, I will never spare him!"

For the first time, Song Ya heard Motura speak in that sinister tone.

"By the way, don't you have a good relationship with DJs everywhere? Also help me find out who they have received.,At present, this matter has a tendency to cause a nationwide discussion.,We have to stop the DJs first.,Those black ...... In order to attract an audience, African-American DJs make up nonsense to make up more outrageous than the other! Motura said.

"Not really, right?"

Song Ya didn't think it was a big deal, "From the perspective of black people, shouldn't black DJs be embarrassed about this matter?" Her parents divorced, Miss Kelly, who followed her white mother, became a singer, and her sister, who followed her black father, was reduced to a ...... of flesh and skin."

"Huh?"

Motura paused, as if inspired, "Your angle...... Makes sense, we can ...... Well...... Don't get involved in this, remember, don't have any response to it. "I want to talk about Chicago 1990 with more like-minded people," and "talk about my favorite books with more book friends."