I also know how the poor people on the street don't want to be signed by the big record companies, but as a black rapper with a strong grassroots label, they often talk about the oppression of the white class represented by the big record companies every day, and sing it into the lyrics in order to win the approval of the basic plate of the black bottom group, this delicate dilemma is very difficult to deal with, 'doing the dirty work as a sniper for MCA records', and the wave boys and even Rakim can't ignore the negative impact on them after this matter is widely disseminated.

Although the Wave Kid won Lori Jr. in an open rap battle, and Lori Jr. beat people is definitely a loss, but as Pablo said, 'They are also afraid of us', the rapper and the black gang in New York that has not yet controlled the underground power of the city are very inconfident in the face of the Chicago drug trust GD, which has basically formed.

Song Ya's identity is very different, and Rakim, as a veteran rap star who has been mixed for so many years, is definitely not a stupid person.

At five o'clock in the morning, after Pablo received a call from Song Ya, he personally brought some compensation conditions to the fluctuating boy, and asked the other party to get off the donkey.

"Boy, this is a good thing."

Steven was very satisfied with the easing of the situation and took the initiative to pull Songya to chat alone outside the store.

"No one wants to see violence happen." This kind of sanctimonious cliché, Song Ya will come now as soon as he opens his mouth.

"Alas, these NGers never let me worry, the black community needs young people like you." Steven yawned, "I'm old, I can't stand it anymore." ”

"You pay attention to your body."

The two chatted briefly, and old Jones came out and happily grabbed Song Ya's hand, "Thanks to your child." ”

"Your son is very talented and can make little Lori like that." Song Ya replied with a smile.

The jazz musician undoubtedly doted on his son, and the corners of his mouth grinned, "Forget it, I'm thankful that he can change his temper, and this time it's a lesson." ”

"That's right."

Song Ya didn't forget the original intention when he came, "My first single MV lacks a heroine, do you have any recommendations?" You know, I had a little misunderstanding with the music industry here, and I don't want to make another mistake this time. ”

"Black girls in New York are up to you to pick your kids." Steven became more and more satisfied, his gaze at Song Ya changed, and his mouth began to lose the door.

"Yay!" Old Jones tacitly took over the role of praise, "Steven is a big man, you are asking for the right person to come to him." ”

"Hahahaha...... Steven smiled and waved his hand, "We are old, almost outdated, and the future will be the era of young people like APLUS." ”

"I'm outdated, but you're a big part of Atlantic Records."

"Isn't it still working for white people? Jones, you used to be much more popular than me, why don't you say, you guy, do you remember that time in six or eight years? Performing in Atlanta, did the girl I had my crush on climb into your bed? Well? ”

"Well, I don't remember exactly."

"You old thing, you don't tell the truth."

"Hey! That is, you, the hatred of more than 20 years ago can still be remembered. ”

"You mean I'm stingy?"

"No, no, no......"

The more the two talked, the more out of tune they became.

"Well, let me explain in advance, the cost of my MV is very low, and the heroine's remuneration will not be higher than 4,000 dollars......" Song Ya quickly brought the topic back to business, "One, one is good, I don't want the agents to fight again." ”

"Don't worry, you wait for my call, just these two days." Steven said yes.

At six o'clock, Pablo also came out, and he walked up to Steven, "Steven, this time ......"

"Optimistic about your little Lori, OK? Don't let that get to my ears again. ”

Steven warned him unceremoniously.

"I'll take notice, I promise."

Pablo bowed his bow, said goodbye to Steven and Jones Sr., winked at Song Ya, and left alone.

Rakim hugged the wave boy who was still resentful, and then came out, "Since little Lowry has bowed his head, then this time the matter will end here, I am very optimistic about you, next year's live performance with the 'big professor' will give you a chance to show your hand on stage, how about it?" ”

The Wave Boy nodded aggrievedly.

"You little bastard, don't you know how to thank Rakim for giving you a chance?" Old Jones began to teach his son a lesson again.

"Thanks, Rakim." The Wave Kid whispered thanks.

"That's right." Rakim patted his bruised face, "Look, look, this face looks like McCorleone, it's a symbol of honor, don't cry and mourn." But seriously, your nickname is too inferior, fluctuating boy, boy, KID, who will take you seriously? Are there any other nicknames? It's not okay to go on stage without a loud stage name. ”

“NAS。” "They sometimes call me NAS. ”

"Yay! It's not a bad name. Rakim looked back at the dozen or so henchmen behind him, "Isn't that good?" ”

"Yay, yes, yes......"

Except for the moment when Rakim's younger brother pulled out his gun, he was scared, but the result was not bad, and three days later, Song Ah rushed to the second pre-meeting site of the MV of the single I feel it coming.

The set in the makeshift shed has been set up, the prop master is painting the styrofoam disguised as strange rocks, the sand and gravel on the ground have been laid, and the curtain has been hung in preparation for the sky effect in post.

“APLUS。”

The MV director is a young white man named Zack Schneider, and he took the revised renderings and handed them to Song Ya, "Look at it, is this okay?" ”

"There's something wrong with the color, right?" Song Ya scratched her head at the beautiful comic-style color effects.

"Don't you think that's pretty?" Zack Schneider asked rhetorically.

"Uh...... Forget it, just go according to the original plan, Zach. ”

Song Ya thought about it and still didn't want to do much, he subtracted the part of the original tribute to 2001: A Space Odyssey, and cut the special effects of the petrification of living people that would be very expensive, and the two men in helmets who didn't know the so-called at the end of the MV no longer appeared, all to save money and trouble. The effect was also immediate, the producer of the Colombian name was very satisfied with the budget control, and only occasionally came over to take a look, Song Ya's voice was greatly increased, and the rookie director in front of the conductor had no problem.

"Okay, you have the final say." Zack Schneider was a little disappointed and went to work on something else.

"APLUS, THE GIRL IS HERE." The staff came to tell him.

The girl introduced by Steven finally arrived, and Song Ya went to the small reception room and saw a black woman waiting inside.

"Hello." He stepped forward to shake hands with the other party, and looked at them carefully.

Girl, no, the woman is in her twenties, very thin, nearly one meter seven, I can't see how she is in shape under the gray leather jacket, her appearance is the mixed-race type that Song Ya likes, a little darker, her facial features are very atmospheric, very, very beautiful, but her spirit is very sluggish, she shakes hands and greets and is soft as if she has not eaten, she has the same ear-length curls as Whitney Houston, and her black hair is also very bad.

"Miss Berry, huh?" Song Ya flipped through the other party's resume in her hand, "Miss Ohio, Miss America, wow......"

"yes, just call me Harley." The woman bit her lip lazily at him, "Those are all in the past, I'm not tall enough to enter the modeling circle, and now I'm just a failed actor." ”

Song Ya felt that the other party's state was a little like sucking something, and her eyebrows were twisted, "Are you okay?" Why didn't I see your agent? ”

"He's in L.A. and he's busy." Hallie replied.

"Did Steven ask you to come?"

"Steven? Oh, that old man, yes. Hallie looked out of the reception room, took off her leather jacket casually, and revealed an almost transparent blouse with nothing in it, twisting her waist and getting close, and said boldly, "How many more people do I have to sleep with in order to get this role?" He blew into Song Ya's ears again.

"Still?"

Song Yaxin said that Old Steven didn't expect you to be that kind of person, so he retreated a little farther away, "No, I can call the shots." ”

"But the figure is really good, so thin, I didn't expect the convex and warped ...... below" Song Ya secretly swallowed his saliva.

"You're APLUS, aren't you? Steven asked me to come and listen to all this. Hallie scratched her fingers at Song Ya's chest.

"Are you an addict?" Song Ya simply asked directly, planning to wait for someone from Colombia to take her to a urine test or something, he didn't want to get involved with an addict.

"No!"

Harley withdrew her seductive expression and withdrew her hand, "I'm just, I've only recently ......" she turned around a little awkwardly and pulled out a piece of paper from her leather jacket and handed it over, "Something is wrong with your body." ”

"Type 1 diabetes ......" Song Ya saw that this was a physical examination card.

"And here." Hallie pointed to the other columns of the medical card, where the test results for various drugs and STDs were negative.

"Hmm." Song Ya nodded.

"Do you believe Steven? If you believe his words, you should know that I am my own person, I know all the rules, you don't have to worry about anything, I will turn back and slander you and so on. Harley started again, she leaned softly on Song Ya, "I need this role so much, I came to New York to become famous, and now I ......"

She suddenly began to cry, "But he is a failed actor who sleeps in a homeless shelter, all his belongings are a few expensive evening clothes in his bag, and he suddenly fell ill on the set not long ago, and even the agent doesn't bother to care if I live or die......"

"Ahem, your acting skills are excellent, Harley......" Song Ya retreated again and again.

"If I could perform such real-life acting, I wouldn't be embarrassed to be the way I am now."

Perhaps frustrated by Song Ya's dodge, she picked up her leather jacket and put it on, ready to walk out.

"Where are you going?" Song Ya was a little baffled.

"You didn't take a fancy to me, what else can you do if you don't leave?" Harley replied casually.

"Didn't Steven tell you?"

"Say what?"

"You're the only girl I've found, if you can come here, you don't have to sleep with anyone anymore, my MV heroine is yours."